Oh, Clocks.

Roses
Torn and Dead
They're no more smiling,
no more red.

Look at their trace,
thrown and sad
Oh, shame- no one can erase
what time has set.

Armadilhas.

"...E eu acordei sem saber
Se era um sonho. "


Pior é quando se dorme sem saber estar acordado.

O Desvanescer

Vermelho,
Laranja,
Amarelo,
Bege
e

Branco.

Secret Blowing Wind

And there comes the rain.

There it comes, and never seems to be leaving.

Once more I wonder what else the wind carries away in its blow

besides those thick raindrops;

love, hope, warm, coziness, a dream...

or only

Cold ?

In its coldness

what can I tell -

Did it tell me?

In its cold

It blew in my ears

Something I didn't expect to hear.

I heard everything it was carrying away.

I heard what no one'd never tell me

I saw why. I saw life and all its whys.

How couldn't I ever see

How cold the wind blows?

How come I'd never seen

How fooled eyes can be...

But then it blew away.

Left me here, possessor of its secrets

Puzzled with its doubts

And timorous with its surety

I'm looking through the window

There goes on rain.

There whistles the wind.

Maybe looking for any unadmonished ear

Willing to whistle its secrects away

Once more.

I wonder how it would feel.

How would the person feel,

as a connoisseur of life and all wind's secrets.

I wonder when will the sun show up again

Come and warm my days up

Oh, I love the sun!

But now it reminds me,

"That's what life is" ,

sometimes there is some rain.

And this secret blowing wind is part of life...

There i caught myself wondering,

Why is this wind so cold some times?