Amante

Eu sou amante de uma vida em sibemol,
à espera da nota lá,
pois só assim a orquestra toca,
meus enredos perdidos,
desordenados, 
meu discurso inflamado,
e minha pele arisca...
Eu sou um fragmento beligerante,
vestida de mosaicos,
em momentos disparatantes, 
em que sentimentos do corpo 
são moto-contínuo...
apnéia,
desatino...
Eu sou a corda esticada, 
densa, 
tensa, 
irisada, 
tesa, 
excitada,
acesa,
pronta para romper...
porque só quero de paixão...viver e morrer...

Verbos para minha vida

Conhecer a si mesma, é ser sábia...
Desconstruir o mundo à minha volta, é ser inteira...
Questionar os valores, é ser livre...
Aprender a ser sozinha, é ser desapegada...
Tirar a máscara social, é ser verdadeira...
Amar sem esperança, é ser forte...

A poem for us

so immense sadness.

so intense longing.

desire for life.

pain of a wound.

the gap of time.

unsafe expected.

dream for sure.

starved body.

thirsty soul.

anxiety on sex.

with mystery man

wise, unusual.

wanted destination.

compass of my heart.

called of the stars.

one colision.

my chaos, his order.

our worlds.

so far, so close.

without verbs yet.

just adjectives.

in our minds.

just projections

in our mirrors.

Beyond the Death

I am pregnant of myself
that is the reason....
Wait is long for something 
that is not even born.
Chaos within myself
 is exercise to tame a storm.
Intuition that cultivates faith 
in a land that has only one seed.
Nor too much sun, neither too much rain, 
nor too afraid, is all I need.
There is so much to germinate in my sex,
who craves all the way.
Stay true to my own compass, 
witness of spirit, root of body
Keep in touch to my own stars, 
the power of create, above, below,
a life that deserves to eternity
even if a moment...
like a fireworks....
just shine...
and be brighter for yourself...
show your overcome...
exploding all possibilities...
the risks and the adventurer that I can be.. 
with no mind...completely all in whole...
absorved in each act...
in the stage of the Earth...
a voluptuous soul...
that left her borders...
and wants to mixture of lose herself...
to find out... many sides to learn...
to dance to the beyond the death...

Letter to a Friend

Dear Friend ,

Worried about you ...
You "walk" too blue ...
Sounds like a blues ...
addition of piety ...
Need to put inks of courage in your mind ...
Use orange and find meditation ...
Wear red hots ...for new sensation...lust!
and embrace , perhaps a bit of purple ...
that may be the color of the sky , but it has another tone ..
or even pray with the green and have more faith ...
but Picasso´s blue phase can not combine
with your wardrobe ... and decorate your home ...
... understand wardrobe and home as a metaphor , ok?!...
Understand that life will not give to you a lot of gifts 
as Lou Andreas Salome told me one day ...
If you want something in life ... it must dare...dare...dare...
deny ... deny ... whatever limits you 
and prevents you from going beyond you ....

Have no patience with you , be proud of your fight for you ...
Have no tolerance for inaction , have wings of desire ...
Do not be afraid of the unexpected , have hungry of surprise..

We have so many hidden treasures... that Hades bless ...
We have so many possibilities obscure ... that Hades unveil ...
We have so many arrows pointed... that Zeus shoot ....

And hit as many targets as many as you need ...
to expand your world ... and to merge ...in yourself..
and be what you were born to be...
more than a white paper,
more than a genetic determination.
the destiny is in your hands...literally...

Use the hammer...
Just believe in one god, 
that can dance with you...
forget the god that punish and charge...
life can not be the nemesis of Sisyphus ...
discover... your real pleasure...
Prometheus suffered for our power to create ...
do not waste...your time...
your precious Kairos...
Cry with blood...
Laugh with soul...
Dont be a half...of something...
Be plenty...of you... of YOU...
Have a good trip....

Kisses

Ser

¿Cuál es el sentido de todos los días empujarmos arriba la roca?
Una rutina de angustia y repeticiones...  
Sin Delos para bucear...
Quisiera mucho, mil martillos para romper...
Y seguir el amor, hasta mi mundo florear...

Extraer con las propias manos mis raíces
 y ser atrevida como un rayo...
Besar El Baco y ser la protagonista...
Porque el teatro de la vida me ha quitado la mascara...

Ahora soy la noche oscura, sin límites,
sin miedo de mi misma...
Traigo mis dolores humanas,
pero ellas son la medida de mi divinidad..
las acepto...y rezo en mi altar...
No hay más como huir 
La vida me llama para SER...
No quiero volver... voy adelante, más allá...

Rêves Lucides

Dans mes rêves lucides
Nous glissons avec nos patins,
routes de sentiments bleus,
mais nous aspirons à peindre en rouge...
la belle couleur des alchimistes

Je ne vais pas réveiller ...
parce que c'est que je veux vivre ...
même si je sais que toute la réalité est gris ..
Notre corps pouvons coudre morceaux d´ailes

Je prends tous les obstacles,
Tu me fais danser, tourner,
rendre, et voyager pendant des heures ...

parce que nous voulons savoir qui nous sommes
clé, porte, chemin, rivière...