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A eterna procura de mais que um nada

Agosto, 2011

Não sou líder
nem sigo cegamente
caminho lado a lado
num passo intermitente.
Não sou mais nem menos
nem busco ser tal
apenas tenho sonhos
que quero cumprir, afinal.
Sou eu e nada mais
por entre diferenças
cores, tamanhos e crenças
somos todos iguais
anseios partilhados
de felicidade rica
desejos murmurados
um sorriso que fica
Ninguém quer estar sozinho
ninguém quer solidão
todos buscamos carinho
conforto para o coração.

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|- Journey – |

Este poema é um resumo de como me senti e a montanha-russa desta semana… foi uma danada de uma longa semana!

This one today is just a sum up of how this week has felt…it was a darned long one!

 

Another day
another fight
can’t escape the fray
in the dark night

Silence is golden
or so they say
just an evil ruse!
to get us through the day

It’s a neverending search
to quench an eternal thirst
this longing for human touch
never knew a need as such

We all dream of another
to keep close and take care
will we ever find each other
and drive away this fear?

Dread of loneliness
of emptiness, of meaningless
that consumes the human soul

A fear of living in the quiet
never really feeling whole

The Crest of Snow and Copper – VIII

** Warning *** Mature content ahead *** My “sort of” erotic piece ***
I’ll be posting this short story in a few installments, weekly. Woukd love to have your feedback on it, pretty please?
Part 8:

There he was, the physique of a demi-god and the teasing annoying personality to match, snuggled in her bed, laughing at her. The girl let out a little sigh of both bedazzlement and annoyance.

– Are you going to answer me? If not, you can just leave now.

– Ah? Am I not welcome here? – He asked, challengingly, with a hint of disappointment in his voice.

The way he looked at her felt like a roaring fire, burning from within him and her alike. Intense, purposeful, with just the perfect hint of sadness and lust mingled in it.

– That’s not it, you thick-head. – She replied, after finally having forced herself away from the fire in those green twin seas of his eyes. – It’s just weird. YOU, of all people, at my house, in my bedroom! At this hour of the day, without even a word or warning.

Now, he was shocked. A bit embarrassed, too, to say the least. She actually didn’t notice it, for she was deeply enthralled in her speech, which was yet to come to a halt.

– We don’t even know each other to this level of trust, for you to come to my house like this! – The girl finally concluded, panting a bit from all that ranting, staring at him.

– Well, you are right. I apologize for showing up uninvited and, quite obviously, unwelcome. – He retorted, getting up and making his way towards the front door. – I will be leaving right now.

As he walked past her, her hand rested on the inside of his arm, above the elbow, on a firm grip, as she whispered for him to wait, without even turning to look at him. He stopped the instant her hand made contact with his arm, simply standing, a good 30cm taller than her. He could have kept on going easily, being pretty obviously stronger than her.

– Apenas um dia –

Ao fundo o som de grilos e cigarras
como a banda sonora que nos falta
permeamos os silêncios com suspiros
para disfarçar quando o coração salta.
Tudo a nu
desejo cru que nos impele
foge o ar do peito
fica tudo à flor da pele.
Arrastam-se lânguidos
ao sabor da maré
saboreando-se entre gemidos
renegando qualquer fé.
Selvática dança de corpos
em desenfreada coreografia
errática canção de espíritos
dois num só por um só dia.

Agosto, 2011

The Crest of Snow and Copper – VII

** Warning *** Mature content ahead *** My “sort of” erotic piece ***
I’ll be posting this short story in a few installments, weekly. Woukd love to have your feedback on it, pretty please?
Part 7:

He was trying hard to keep his eyes closed, granting her the privacy she had expressed to wish. Though indeed he wanted to look at her as long as he could, while she brushed her hair, washed her face and teeth, got dressed… a slight blush arose in his cheeks as he held on to that last thought. He couldn’t help it, really.

She had been teasing him for quite a bit of time since they first met. The man couldn’t just sit throughout all that provoking and teasing and not act upon it. That would make him a coward and less of a man; or so he thought.

The first day he’d seen the young woman had been at least a year before she had ever known him. “She was wearing a salmon spaghetti-strap sheer top, quite flattering on her cleavage… a nice cleavage, I might add.”, he remembered to himself, letting out the air he had unconsciously held in.

– So, what are you doing here anyway? – She asked, returning from the bathroom, fully clothed. The girl saw his shoulders shake slightly, as he laughed inwardly and denied her an answer.

Sorcier

Don’t utter a word
it will break the spell
magick does exist
you and I make it real
Whisper softly, just that
sweet words of desire
warm words of tenderness,
keep that rabbit in the hat
Mesmerize me with your fingertips
hipnotize me with you kiss.
There’s candy in your lips
a sexyness I’d miss.
So don’t say it
now or never
don’t walk away.
You and I is like a fever
please allow the spell to stay.

July, 2011