Lyric Drops

When a tear comes from my eyes I can cry I can cry Does not mean that I am depressed I am dressed I am dressed I just learned how to cry They say why they say why Always been a strong girl Always will always will Is it not the sensibility That makes me…

The next line

I have been writing all my life Step by step, editing That crazy journalist mind I can not stop creating Diverses verses I can see In everything that I have been through Yet, if it was the other way around It would not have been me, or you I do not regret about the past…

Sobre o Amor e seu enCanto

Deixa eu te contar uma historinha… Um segredo. Uma mandinguinha Toda poesia nasce do Amor. O Amor,  mais puro sentimento, Aflorado em um inefável instante Sublime sentimento epifânico. Há quem diga: ah, não. Existem palavras, textos, poemas e consequentes atitudes Que nascem do sentimento Mas não são um tiquinho E não chegam perto mesmo, Do…

Teasure Map

What an irony! An arrow that turns around, and yet stays in the same place. A dream`s bussol, filter of the symbols A sharpe spear that points to the destiny, Is the karma the biggest challenge? In the world`s map, cartographic secrets Dreams that reveals the intention. Liric truths, colorful signs Oh dream`s bussols, show me the…

Package

Package Once that the racionalism was questioned, not the soul The hell is sane, to be or not to be the others? That sight that does not cross the mirror Framed, such as a mere reflector glass limits into the image the desire of freedom Pure reflection, of the society with shape,  yet without flavour (the…

No one can hold Pagu

Among a lot of information lost on the web nowadays, some golden stories worth a shot to be written. “Why don`t you read Tarzan? At least you would know, in principle, that there exists something called adventure, discovery and audacity in the world. ” That is what she said! Patricia Galvão, better known as Pagu….

Crosswords

While the pen scratches a paper I draw some words by metalanguage if only, by chance, the opposity was real my ideals would be all true In a gravure that explores the infinite above geometric patterns, in squares I move playing in the darkness, with black shapes dancing with the colours, in the white boxes Every…