Poem 44

no more parties
I dreamed you were
an aeronautical engineer
careful not to trip over
everything you're trying
not to feel
we danced till the end of life
the garden enclosed
behind the hidden gate
bittersweet, the message
two fold
she found grace, you say?
an angel on your shoulder
sideways on the underground
79 tulsa, bang the drums
no more parties
we danced till the end of life
upon my bed
red poppies, remembrance
of a bygone summer
jumping rail tracks
in sailor shirts
laughing
on the fire escape
you do the dishes, I vacuum
my red guitar, contentious
you were
in the garden at midnight
nightclub outcasts
no more parties
or parades
death, lost innocence
blue eyed boy, forever still
in a postcard
we danced till the end of life
your friend seated on your lap
for him too no more parties

Poem 43

in the Lower East side 1975

oh, Andy those days

of yellow apocalypse yesterday

the Oscar Wilde

of the Sloane Rangers come by

when Noel who writes songs

was eating chocolate in a pink bubble

and

we were going to escape the heat wave

until Bill took ill

life after death in purple and blue stars

forever

in Enceladus they faded 

79, they say, is the year of the change

print, piano, case, frame

wrap it, place it under the stairs

the steel magnolias and the cotton candy

that Tommy brought from a faraway land

forgotten

at the bottom of the garden

an infinite eight suspended like an angel

Caravaggio gambled his brushes

in the time travel Sandro won them

painting the one who arises

naked

so magical, so sheltered

oh, those days, in the Lower East Side, 1975

Haiku 16

a cómoda azul

tão triste
abandonada na rua

Haiku 15

chá de tamarindo

servido ao relento

no roseiral

Poem 42

your drawing for me
painted with coffee and red wine
in the taberna's paper towel, gone
the M train delayed
by the storm
fetch the mcqueen t-shirt
bring the darth vader one as well
mess is not more
endeavours unreached
flowers cyanotypes
a ball of light
the bungalow in the woods
by the seaside
I have no battles in my heart
blurred photos, no long lens
it is not D-day
is there still much turbulence
inside you?
a sepia photo, maybe? do you prefer
a  platinotype?
between scylla and charybdis
what will the choice be?
you've tried to cross the border
a line so long it reached the desert
those diamond dogs
and the giant orange cat in the living room
competing with the two porcelain dalmatians
that guard the door
it does not make sense? be bold
keep writing down the musical summary
don't forget the golden shoes to match
the worn out trainers
did I told you, now you have to go?

Poem 41

colourful ice-cream
october winds, november vases
a faraway lands awaits
the day turns cold
gentle little steps in the sand
signs of love, perspective
not what we thought
for here I am for you, even if not
when desired. or may it be I scare you?
do you not know who I am?
when I was there, we were there
as one, laughing, smiling, running
october winds, november vases
the shadow spreads, your heart fearful
mine shattered, in tandem with the waves
cleaning the hurt, allowing myself to
feel the warmness of your smile
a rose planted miles across, watered with hope
I drove through frozen roads
a cozy two-bedroom for us
october winds, november vases
it was not a plan, it was a game of quidditch

De pernas para o ar

Poem 40

the falconer’s arm
streched
for the drangonfly to land
rumbling around
a basket case inside a basket
and a few more,
mounted together, tight
in a secret card game
like russian dolls
surprising the viewer

A House For Birds

Coucou