Poems

Inspired in the jewel of the Mediterranean - Small Lines 3

The island 3
Air, Air 3
Lavender 3
Golden 4
Summer night 5
Eternal Gorge 5
Primary Colours 6
Reds 6
Blues 6
Yellow 7
Art & Passion 8
Dont be shy 8
Today I can't write 8
Colours 9
The sun glows 9
Confined Poems 10
Co-vid 10
They said 11
All for One 12
No one to see 13
Follower 13
Splendid Isolation 13
Death & Love 13
Paul Theroux & Me 14
Short-Story: The traveller’s dream 15
Inspired in the jewel of the Mediterranean - Small Lines

The island

Here it is,
look no further
a home for some
enchanting for everyone

Calm and deep like the sea

our soul awakes from its sleep
to contemplate the splendour
that always it seems to seek

Green and blue tones

can be found,
white and yellows
at all their levels,
once we leave
they will stay within
forever innate

Air, Air

Air, air
pure air is all we need
the necessity to breathe
deeply in, slowly out

Air is all around

One day it may not be found
and will forget
what it was all about

Lavender

Lavender Isle,
filled with wonder and enchant
you gather beauty in all ways
earth and sea,
dancing waves
wind
bristle breeze
among us
lavender scent
true beauty lies
Wonder
Can you wonder?
Can you see?
All we are
and how we are free

The waves battle a war

against the earth,
The earth against the people
People against themselves

Problems among us always

come and go
as we confront
we must let go

learn and live

thats what they say
may it be
in whichever way

Golden

Golden sun
seems where we belong

where bodies lay

under the glow

over the white isles sand

with its touch at hand

purifies the mind

day after day

The beauty is here

the peace

here we find a shelter

learn to exist

Summer night
Just as the sun vanishes,
Dark, grey and deep purple
Overcast
The last ultimate ray of the day
The wonder of the world reavives
under the fiery suns eyes

The sky is bright

The nights are long
And the scent is so strong
that only a summers day would ignite

Eternal Gorge

Dark brown eyes

who have seen it all,
kiss a wound
that had been left unattended

Pleasure and tenderness

passes through my spine
every time I feel you in my dreams
Dreamers intertwine

Knowing the sense

Of love and passion
Never forgetting
That it will always be alive

Primary Colours
Reds

The sky is red

a flaming soul
in the shape of a bird

a static boreal
waiting to conquer

Always waiting to fill

a deep shallow tank
that leaks without cease

Flamboyant red
Orange dies
Across deep blue sea

Another day gone

The seagulls laugh
In the sky above

All is gentle all is still

Just like the peace within

Blues

Heading from deep blue sea

towards the land ahead
deepness becomes lit between rays
Sand and posidonia
are seen down below

The sunshine reaches

a far as one can see
As the sails fill with air,
the light begins its show

The waters' purity converts

a single colour
into a magical dance of blues

A blue that resembles

a beautiful turquoise shining stone
blue white like cotton
blue as the pure sky

Its breeze and scent

blues of joy
bliss for the soul
freedom and a smile

Colourless water
Its simplicity,
transforms beyond imagible dreams

into infitnity

What colour blue is in you?

Yellow

Another sunny day

within a white cloud

its shine in my eyes

heavy like a stone
the brightness closes me in
not wanting to ever leave

Again
the breeze touches my cheeks
the sun makes me doze off
I feel the weight
upon my shoulders
wanting to live
again

A car passes by
its wheels turn
not wanting to ever stop

the sea is calm

the birds chipper
all is well
as it appears,
The surface is clear.

Art & Passion

Dont be shy
Let your fingers slip

Poems come and go

Dont be scared to read
It wont hurt you
even if you dont feel the need

Write it down
or you'll be sorry
You will forget
Let go of the worry
Enjoy the ride before it passes
or you might never know

Moments to remind
Same as the thought
The cloud above us
only leaves a clear sky behind

Today I can't write

I can only show
I must not tell
but I will let you know

These beautiful sites

up above
hidden and unseen
that's where I have been

Today I can't write

Time will not allow
my hands let loose
my mind full
cant remember how

The wind and the sea

help me through
those days dont seem so lost
and I always have you

Today I can't write

My eyes hurt
and cannot see
the letters I know
but the lines won't show

All is blurry
if I cant find the way
I shall not hurry
I will wait for another day.
Colours
Passion of art
A White canvas
Perfect for a good start
Come on
Get inspired
I dont care if you are tired
Get up
Show me now
What your colours are all about
Swift curly dark lines
Just show me
Dont hide out

The sun glows

upon my paper
this fine line
that keeps us alive

the sense 
the wonder
of all the above
as when you judge 

something that
holds you up
against one another
invasion of thoughts 

the pleasure of writing

sometines you forget
over and over again

a journal you should keep

its me who you should seek

When doubt arises

we should not care

just continue
as no one is there

Confined Poems
Co-vid
I had seemed to have been waiting
Knowing some what was go ing to oc cur
Better tan a netflix plot
No one saw it co ing
For sure
Changing the game
Every one spinning
Not know ing when its going to end
or when was the beginning
Around in circles
We come and go
Crazy bat shit
Has gotten to us all

Some may sleep

some may weep
But who is willing to get up?
So we can all still eat
Governators and ministers
Have all turned too sinister
Who shall we be come
After all this has undone

New beginnings arent for all

Those who have nothing
Can only cry a Little more
Those with the money
They dont really have to worry
But those who are poor
Dont seem so sure
What do we need after all
I can see it clear visión
Definetly no tele visión
Just food
And health
The only two words that describe our
wealth

I am here now
here I am

just too typical

 But true where I stand

Tomorrow I hope
maybe
a little further away
looking back at yesterday
most good times appear so alive 
do not fear
as now is today

tomorrow will make its way

They said

They said that people were lost.

They said that the search for spiritual concious had been forgotten.

They said that a clear God didnt exist.

They said people had stopped believing.

They said you must work your hardest.

They said it wasn't the real world.

They said they didn't know what austerity was.

They said that time was up.

Who said people should not live to have,

Who said people should live to be free,

Who said people should live to feel,

They said nothing would be the same.

Everyone so happy
enjoying every moments life,
but stop connecting you might see
reality as it is
 Not a competition
Everyone battling on their own
Daily struggles forcing a fight

The knowledge
the indeference
become far apart

Almost disappearing,
delivering only what we can see
a picture

An image

not how reality really feels

All for One

Don't be upset
about the horrible news
Daily we weep
somewhere inside
for us and for others
But we shall not hide

Good people exist

we are the majority
the world seems to be going down
and we know how
How to save
our main priority

Has never been enhanced

Now may we not panic
In front of the TV
Our leaders
the worlds famous puppets
cannot reflect our needs

All for one

One for all
Lets go
We will never fall
It is our gravity

To be in constant change
it is our genes
As humans to believe

No one to see
If all I could see were the truth
How little would I see
 If I could see through people
No one would I see

Follower
I have no one to follow
No desire to be seen
but I am truly here
My words to your ears
may be hollow
and why should i bother
even though
my hands wont stay still
i read my lines and continue to feel
a gathering in side
that takes me away
bringing paper to life

Splendid Isolation
Too much
Over flow
too many
People
Too real
in this world
one body
one soul
The fire ignites
even in the darkest nights
the power of flame
seduces its name
Dont shed it
from your hand
grab it tighly
all will be grand

Death & Love

It is not many days in life when someone dies
It is not many days in life that a loved one disappears
With no regrets one must let go without any fear,
a peaceful soil awaits in the beginning of the new year

Within this cloud of mistiness and light,

We shall not speak, we shall not hear

But hold hands within our heart

never becoming apart.

Paul Theroux & Me

Paul Theroux told me once that boredom
comes as quickly to the traveller who knows
his route,
as to the novelist who is overcertain of his plot.
The traveller, naïve, was student of what he
Sought.

Paul Fussell assured me,

“Of course I remember all Walt Whitman once told me.
“Not I – not anyone, can travel the road,
You must travel it for yourself”.

Make voyages!
Attempt them…there is nothing else
Added Tennessee Williams.

From the other side of the globe Lao Tzu

Encouraged me aswell
a good traveler has no
fixed plans
no intent in arriving to its end.

If you wish to travel far and fast,

Travel light.
Take off all your envies,
jealousies, unforgiveness,
selfishness and fears.

The world
is all gates,
all opportunities, strings of tension
waiting to be struck- Ralph Waldo Emerson screamed at me.

It may be difficult to always float

and
vagabond
the important is when reality begins
So I think about Theroux,
of how he lived in Walden Pond,
indulging in the
things he loved best,
reading, writing, walking,
thinking and observing
natures nest.

Short-Story: The traveller’s dream

"It all began at the curve of one of those dusty Brazilian roads where you dont know what
to expect or what might happen. Arriving with no set plan, I was getting that scent of
novelty, inspiration, thoughtfulness and freedom all over again. I was finding those
moments as amusing as when a child sees rain for the first time.
These small fantastic components of everyday life is what made me think that I was still
normal, still alive." He closed his journal and began to think whilst observing the unlimited
vastness of Brazil's lanscape. His bright grey eyes heavy in exhaustment, were fighting
hard against themselves to remain open, however two consecutive days of travelling won
the battle and in less than a blink he found himself in a deep sleep with his head dangling
from his neck.

Surrounded by an open green field, with great hills and high clouds, the moon had
appeared and the sun was still shining, by his feet, the traveller saw a pathway of black and
red ants were busy collecting their leaves. At a small distance, a man with a dusty look and
pointy nose was sitting on a stone with a drangonfly in a jar by his side.

The traveller blurted out the question that had been coming and going from his mind since
he had got up that morning:

- What is the world? What is "the earth" this place we live in?
Sant Augustine glanced at the young man and without much hesitation said:
- "The world is a book and those who do not travel only read one page".
- "But, such book has never been written! Even so, who could ever read it?"
- "Oh! The world is an open classroom and you are a student of what you seek" said the
man.
- "But, what a difficult task! So many paths to choose and live, how could I ever do that in
one life?
- "The world is a tree and its delicious fruits are considered to be an adornment of our
minds and its flowers the formation of judgement."
- "We may pick, eat and smell...but how to know when its right?
- "The world is a path of continuous dreams, a path who will only appear for those who
want their reality to be free".
And like that, the dragonfly with a sudden movement tipped the jar and released itself from
his cage flying away into thin air.
With a sudden jump, he was woken up by a shake on his left shoulder and some muttering
of pleasant foreign words "Oi! Moço, esta é a última parada do ônibus! Tem que descer
aqui!"-  that was his stop.

He opened his eyes and beyond his imagination he saw where he had arrived.
How to believe that the eastern coast of Maranhão state beholded such beauty! Infinite
white sweeping dunes and blue lagoons surrounded him, the sun was high and shining
over him, half moon was out...