Um poema para a Thania só porque ela é Bela

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Um poema para a Thania 

Estava algures eu a pensar no verbo "amar"...

Tu ias me dizendo algo ao meu ouvido direito num crescendo:

- A razão da tua emoção está no meu coração. 

Eu fico sem saber o que te dizer, pois a paixão é sombra da sensação misturada com o que temos à mão.

 Tu olhavas para mim...

 O teu cabelo era um mundo sem fim...

Já não pensava em nada...

Andava contigo de mão dada...

Sem pensar no que sonhar...

Tu mencionavas-me o teu olhar quando juntos observavamos o mar...

Era um mero esgar numa qualquer nascente ao poente...

Dizias-me com exactidão isto:

- Os teus lábios fundem-se no sentimento que tenho por ti em horas mágicas onde o acto acaba por ser um facto...

Eu observava o teu olhar...

Escutava o teu doce respirar...

O teu cabelo poisava no meu rosto...

Acabava por ser mais do que um mero posto...

O teu corpo era uma soma matemática práctica...

 Tu continuavas a dizer-me isto ao meu ouvido esquerdo:

- O sentimento mais profundo encontra-se no mundo...

 Eu já nada escutava devido ao suor que me tapava a visão numa nação...

Dizia-te isto num acto práctico:

- No mundo azteca, existe um cogumelo belo...

- No mundo luso, existe um pensamento difuso...

 Tu também já nada escutavas, pois o orgasmo do teu corpo transformava-se num espasmo que fazia acordar um morto...

 Na cidade procuravamos a nossa identidade...

 E tu perguntavas-me isto:

- Será que o teu nome ou idade é uma entidade?

A poem to Alice because she's Bela

Westworld Tv series that both Sue and me love

A short poem to Alice (because she loves me without ice)...

 I was somewhere...

 You told me about the atmosphere...

 You told me about a cowboy as a toy...

 You told me about an empire...

 (I don't remember if it was Deadwood, food or Boardwalk inside a talk)...

 Your lips were moving...

 I was noticing something that you were saying to me:

- Hey love, what will we do today?

 I looked at your blue dress...

 I didn't knew what to tell you then...

 Maybe I was being shy while observing your left eye...

 You told me this:

- Man, love you to the moon and back...

- Can you buy us a beer pack?

 I was thinking where to go because I listened to a blow...

 You told me this:

- Man, don't be bad...

- Don't play dead...

 I knew that I was half asleep and I kissed you on your left cheek.

 You screamed this to me:

- HEY MAN, WHAT'S THIS?

- WHY DON'T YOU KISS ME ON THE LIPS?

- DO YOU'VE A LOVER?

- I'LL KILL YOU WITH A GUN FOR FUN...

 I was thinking on a TV series and you told me this:

- I'll buy you a book if you give me a lip kiss...

 I was inside some spell and I knew it quite well...

 You asked me this: 

- Don't you love my new dress?

- I'll create a total mess...

 I looked at your golden hair with despair...

 I thought on what to say if I wasn't kind with Clementine...

 I thought on who pray if I messed with Maeve in her wrong day...

 You told me this:

- You're only a Teddy bear...

- You never comb your own hair...

 Without knowing what to do, I've cooked something for you...

 You were telling me about the cold war and that we all were a simple blur...

 I was forgetting our own time and you told me this:

- Hey Man, love you...

- Nevermind

A poem to Thania because she's Bela

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A short poem to Thania 

You're here this is a fact...

I'm there and this isn't an act...

You tell me about a doll that's strange...

I don't know what to say to you since stonehenge...

You tell me about churches and buses...

You question me with your look while gazing into a book...

You and I ain't a lie...

I and you means true...

You tell me this inside a kiss:

- One plus one makes us run while having fun...

I don't know what to write to you...

You shout me this as if it was something new:

- HEY MAN, LOVE YOU...

I'm listening to your playlist and you insist:

- Hey...

- Man...

- Love...

- You...

I'm wearing sunglasses...

You tell me something about masterclasses...

You tell me that I've coffee with honey...

I tell you all the times that you're a funny bunny...

Music is on the air...

You tell me something about my head...

You show me your bed...

You tell me about a toy that isn't dead...

I don't know what to say to you when in a continuous act as fact you whisper this to me:

- Love thee...

- You're free...

- There's no spell...

- I'm your morning bell...

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A poem to Isabel Berg because she's Bela

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A poem to Isabel Berg (because loving me is loving you).

 You told me that you were born in some storm...

 You told me ancient stories where days came and gone inside smoke as some sort of joke.

 I was reading somewhere this:

"We're the granddaughters of the witches you couldn't burn".

 In my mind, words made an echo and a peekaboo was something new, when I reminded something that was on my head:

- We're Magus...

- We're magicians...

- We don't deal with politicians...

You told me this:

- Hey Man, you can conquer the world without a single sword by mirroring in your heart only a word...

 I was looking into your beautiful eyes while thinking about a ride with pride...

 You were telling me this:

- You've a viking heart for a start...

- You've a mind that's kind...

- You've choice inside your voice...

 The sun was on our faces and we couldn't smile for a while...

 I was telling you this:

- Come with me into the sea where we used to be...

- Come with me and let's plant a tree...

- Come with me and we are going to be free...

- Come with me and everybody will see where our hearts will be...

 Your red hair was everywhere...

 Without paper and without a boat, I remember that I gave you my coat...

 You were poetry being written by my hand without a simple end...

 You were emotions running wild when we spoke about some child...

 You were path...

 You were math...

 You were light...

 You were insight...

 You even taught me how to preach...

 Devotion was in our hearts to reach...

 I didn't knew if being me was being you...

 You told me that you plus me were the sea...

 Paganism was everywhere...

 You told me that our souls were nowhere...

 You told me about a river...

 You told me that sometimes you shiver...

 You told me that your face belongs to the human race...

 You told me about fire and ice while magic was in the sky...

 You told me that heaven wasn't ragnarok...

 You told me that you were in some dock...

 You told me that a Magus do what everybody knows that's true...

 I've told you that I love you...

 You've told me that this wasn't something new...

 You were dreaming a dream when magic was found in a simple pound...

 I've told you about a book and about your look...

 I've told you how astonishing you're when you aren't far...

 You told me that 500 years ago, Magalhães sailed all over the world and they told him that he was a fool for being cool...

 You told me that a writer isn't a lighter or a fighter...

 You told me that a master of words doesn't know how to deal with swords...

 You told me about how our hearts beat...

 You even told me about what we were going to eat...

 I didn't thought at all...

 Witches and magicians are always free where you and me were by the sea...

 I've told you this: 

- You're pretty as a picture...

- Smarter than a fox...

- Stronger than an ox...

 You told me that being me while being you was something new...

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A poem to Sherrilyn Nelson because she's Bela

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A poem to Sherrilynn Nelson

I was telling you something about a sailor without a boat.

 You asked me this:

- Hey Man, does he have a coat?

 I was surprised because out of nowhere I've entered inside a control freak at its peak...

 You were telling me this:

- I'm a bomb, listen to my song...

I was here...

I was there...

You were everywhere...

You appeared out of nowhere...

Your painted lips...

Moved my hips...

You asked me this: 

- Will you dance with me inside a trance?

 I didn't knew what to say to you because my boots were walking alone and I wasn't with a phone...

 You screamed this to me:

- MAN, BE KIND OR I'LL KILL WITH A SHARP KNIFE...

 I was actually scared because at that frozen moment, I knew that our meeting wouldn't not be a cake slice...

 Your eyes were telling me something about a surprise...

 I've thought this to myself:

- She'll kill me for sure...

- My bones will be dust all over the atmosphere...

 I was trying to be positive then when you told me this:

- Act like a Man...

 I remember that we were both watching a groovy movie and I've asked you this:

- Will you be sweet and kind with your mind?

 You were shouting this to me:

- WHERE'S YOUR HEART FOR A START?

 I grabbed a cigarette...

 Forgot about everything and I wasn't being mean...

 You told me this:

- Come see a tree with me...

 I wasn't scared this time because you were wearing a t-shirt that had written this:

"The world's a bliss"

Your long hair was all over the place and cats were talking about the human race.

 You asked me this:

- Hey Man, will you be a sweet and buy me some treat?

 I looked inside my pockets and found 2 USD...

 I knew at that time that a riot will pop in and that you would scream...

 I put some earphones because of the sound that a bomb would make without me having money for a simple slice of cake.

 You were sweet then...

 You came to me and whispered this on my left ear:

- I know that you're thin...

- I know that you understand what I mean...

 On my right ear you whipered this to me:

- Come on Man, let's roam the whole world for free... 

- I know you and you know me...

A poem to baby bambi because she's Bela

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A poem to Baby Bambi

Being here and there...

You ask me this:

- Hey Man, do you swear?

 I don't know what to say to you when you ask me about how was my day.

 Your long hair starts to be more mature and less nature...

- It's true that in Red Square snow is gold for our soul... 

You said this to me...

I was watching football games...

Thinking about names...

And you continued reciting something from some sort of tale about a whale.

- When the world was something to discover, we used joy instead of a toy...

- When whales sing, it's their time to be inside a spell of a belle...

- When goblins or faeries sends us their wishes we must listen to ocean breezes...

- When we see a cat in the dark we must vision a bat in a park...

- When trees are standing still, we must ask the whales about some hill...

- When Moscow in Europe is, we must kiss its soul in a bliss...

- When a country's wild, we must ask it for its child...

 I didn't knew what to answer you because it was true that the country was huge and in its waters, we should swim with a coat (even if we were in some boat). You asked me this:

- Hey Man, where's your pen?

- Have you left it near the sea where we used to be?

 We were in a restaurant then and and I deeply thought about your beauty and "what is not..." 

You were telling me this:

- Be stone...

- Be bone...

- Be flesh...

- Be caress...

- Be heart...

- Be a start...

I was deeply thinking on what you were telling me while meditating for free...

- There's cold in the atmosphere, being there is being here... 

The sun seemed to us like a gun... 

You asked me for a drink... 

I didn't knew if my pen still had ink...

- Blue and white...

You said...

- Be my knight...

- Be my sight...

- Turn night into light...

I was confused in a frenzy state because I wasn't remembering what we ate...

You were telling me this:

- We'll be the sea...

- We'll both act free..

- We'll be you and me...

- We'll be whatever nature wants us to be...

- You know that we'll never be a sigh in a morning lie... 

 I was reading your words... 

At the time it seemed to me, feelings of something bold among the gold...

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A poem to Grazia Ferraro because she's Bela

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A poem to Grazia Ferraro

We're in your heart...

You asked me this:

- Hey Man, where do we start?

I didn't knew what to say to you, so I drank orange juice and tried to think of a dream with cream... 

 Your lovely dress had lots of colours and flowers.... 

 I was only wearing a t-shirt in where could be read "bela lugosi's dead". 

 You were laying in a sofa and not a bed... 

 You whispered this to my left ear:

- Hey Man, I've cooked you something that you love with spice.

 I instantly asked you this:

- Do our drinks have ice? 

You quickly observed my eyes and told me that my interrogation was because of some pagan nation... 

You told me this:

- I'm latina..

- I''ll murder you with a kiss... 

It was real odd when without my sunglasses I was trying to learn new classes... 

Your body was a smile... 

Your soul was bold... 

Your heart was on fire... 

You told me that I should always bring something inside a ring... 

You're a belladonna... 

You were me and you together synched with songs that were love inside a dove... 

You told me this:

- Hey Man, in and out...

- No shout...

- Let's go out...

I was gazing at your golden hair and suddenly it seemed that I was gathering a bit of fresh air... 

Your body was moving... 

Your mirror was framed without shame... 

My body was near you when we were watching football for true... 

You asked me for a picture... 

You asked me to be you and me for free... 

You asked me to come with you near the sea...

 I was telling you this inside a kiss:

- I'm latin and I love black satin...

- Try to be me while I picture thee...

- I'll be you while creating for us something new... 

We ran... 

We were ourselves inside a bang... 

You told me this:

- The past passed by so fast..

- Hey Man, will you be my present and future in our fun house?

- I promise that I will wear your favorite blouse... 

I looked at your lips, grabbed your hips and suddenly we were inside a dance in some sort of romance.