'so beautiful, so perfect, so you, so everything'

I would fall for you…

I’d Crawl to the very deep oceans, enter in the must dark forest…
Just to hear you
Just to be the first,
Just to smell your perfume,

That little taste in my mouth!

Smooth and spicy, is his fragrance…
You’re far from me,
But I see you in my deep silence!

I can’t describe that magic perfume
Can only say that is something…
Is like… the rise of the shinny sun, in the summer mornings!
Mixed with the sensuality of a tango and the magic of the love words…

Smooth and spicy, it burns the heart when it’s smelled…
Inhale you…close your eyes, remember the words…
Breathe in once more, smooth love lovely works…
Take a time-consuming breathe
See?
Can you feel?
It’s spicy… you can now hear the betting of hearts
Tell me it’s real?!
Feel the dance,
Becoming beasts
Feel the blood rises from you
Breathe once more,
And another
…don’t say a word,
[breathe] An other
You’re dancing in a love world…
Your head, you can’t feel her
…
Now, a small breath out…
Your eyes looking to me!
There’s nothing to say about

You so far…still so near
At the distance of a smell…
At the distance of painful fear!

[No one will understand this poem, these burning words…
I’ll stay, here, in my dark, being the only to know what means this line…
But, how could I? How could anyone, pass love, to a smell of a non-presence perfume, and then to words…]

[no true feeling can be write]

Não se pode
Não se quer
Não vivo, porque não sei respirar

Não quero não conto
Não sonho, não espero!
Avanço parado para um paradigma encantado

Vivo
Sofro
Vivo mais um pouco
Sofro mais um sopro!

Canto de olhos fechados para não ver as palavras que me cortam o sono
Escrevo, pinto, desenho…
Risco, esborrato, rasgo…

Olho o céu de dia
Vejo a lua!

Não
…
Vivo por [não] querer
…

[sonho] vida
…

[EU] confusão [eu]
Sem sentido, se fez um ‘poema’
Sem sentido me solta a vida
Compreensão, quimera de um ser!

[mais] um sopro [menos] uma verdade minha