Untitled - Nobody Else

I am here to be me,
But who am I, can you see?
Who makes me walk
This unchosen skin?
Who makes me blink
These unchosen eyes?
Who makes me love...
And commit all those sins?
And who makes me think
All those "how?"s and those "why?"s?

I think that answer is
All that we've been before:
All that we've lived till here,
All who we've loved without fear,
All of the dreams we had,
All of the times we went mad,
All we ever fought for.
All that, and nothing more.

I look in the morror,
And who do I see?
Nobody else
Than who I should be.
My life will be taken
By my soul and my mind,
My dreams and the fates
That for myself I find:
I shall conquer them,
Nobody else.

I will be the one
To fill my spot in this world,
Because no matter who we are,
We are able to be ourselvs,
Fight for our lives,
And survive until we're dead:
Live with no lies,
Be just the person in our head.

Untitled - I Wonder

I wonder:
Why we are here.
What are we to do,
In this life of unknown road.
A life that will end,
And which we fear,
But will be someday covered
With a dirt-colored hood.

I look at the blue bright sky:
The beautiful evening high.
The Sun lights the clouds all day,
That for ever and ever in the height will stay.

The trees stand like green tall spikes:
They flow through the air we breath,
They cover the ground with life,
With just Sun and clouds for them to eat.

The animals walk the growing lands:
Explore all the mysteries between the trees,
Watching the clouds form cotton-flowing hands,
While gazing the Sun shining them all so deep.

What about me?
Am I not in this Nature free?
Can I not fly the sky so blue,
Or live in the forest world too?

Yes.
We fly the sky,
And we run over the land.
We swim over the seas,
And we climb thousands'trees.
So what's our path
In this world where we grow?
I think and I wonder...
Does anyone know?

Untitled - Que Dizer?

Que dizer que não tenha sido já dito?
Sobre teu olhar de fogo infinito,
De teu liso cabelo preto bonito,
E teus lábios de carnoso e belo grito?

Tudo está e já foi falado.
Nada me resta deste lado,
Sobre tua figura divinificada
De beleza, eternamente emanada.

Untitled - Séria

As tuas sérias sobrancelhas
Sobre as sérias linhas cruzadas
Sob o sério queixo ostentante
De um sério sorriso sobre si,
Fixam sob elas uns sérios olhos
De olhar seriamente provocante,
De uma alegre e não séria menina,
Que um dia eu conheci.

Untitled - Céu Urbano

Céu urbano não é céu.
É pó de luz acima de nós
Como grande, denso véu.
É a gabardine do verão
Para os plácidos chuviscos lunares,
Um infra-visível filtro
Para as estrelas e galáxias do alto,
As nebulosas de distantes lugares.