Amour

perguntei todos os dias sobre você
não à ninguém, poupei-lhe ouvir confabulas e historinhas que embalam as temáticas infantis…
me perguntei;
talvez meus dias estejam por acabar, talvez aqui,
aqueles planos descontrolados, de largar tudo e todos afim de encontrar a verdadeira inspiração? eles voltaram… com maiores intensidades, é quase que peculiar, parar e me ver assim, preso, ainda, aqueles seus velhos charmes
desde aquele seu sorriso ou a tarefa de diariamente te por à par de tudo que estava passando pela minha mente
eu corro…
corro por todas essas ruas,
e essas ruas no fim me levam até o limite
irônico, o limite parece infinitude – beira mar
terapico, olhar no silêncio de uma madrugada a profundidade do horizonte por si, a vastidão de inúmeras possibilidades e nessas possibilidades outras realidades,
titubeante em não mergulhar, até me dar por vencido e volto meus olhos aos entornos e contornos,
por um instante cerro-me da realidade afim de imaginar o passado aqui, ali… no cotidiano, nas mesmas possbilidades
possibilidades de nós
nossos planos e sonhos, tal como a maré, se vão
acho que por fim se foram… não seremos e o fim,
jamais será, fim.

Gui ©

Astral

Charming morning rising slowly, creating this new dimension of thoughts and ideas and the sun, this perfection of the astral, nothing could be less amazing. Clean up your ideas and pursuit ideals.

 

Softness and rain

would you mind looking at me? see what i’ve became and the things i’ve made,

would you mind listening to me? and stop playing those annoying and immature games,

would you mind missing me? even with such effort during those busy schedules and long meetings,

 

would

you

mind

forgiving

me?

 

for not telling you every single day that nothing and no one could ever be compared to your beauty,

for not telling you that i miss when you’re far away, that breath of yours against my neck and simply looking at your face,

for not telling you how beautiful you look when you’re about to wake up after long nights reading – even knowing that you go surreptitiously wash your face,

and yes,

for not building ourselves a castle,

can’t you understand?

there is no such part of you that i don’t miss loving

not your eyes, your smile

and you.. god, nothing that i could say…

from all my heart, you deserve the stars.

One last breath

such a world of chaos
what happened to the dreams?
– did they die in vain?
where are the bright new days that rise upon those dark ages,
where are the visionaries that used to invade Paris, London and New York?
– with them, the wisdom, the energy to write the beauty and the purity..

a chaos with no perspective then regress,
the material
the structures will slowly fall apart, renewing what life really means…
– or at least what life should mean, may I say.

somehow it comes deep inside of me, you know?
– these questions?
foolish dialogues with my own self, an useless dialogue,
imagining and wishing, protesting in vain and those long…

long nights and empty days, such a mystery, myself
this mind
– every mind..
can’t help avoiding the instant when the fatigue controls me
and my eyes clench up and finally i’m reunite with the demons of our humanity.

Gui ©

My own kingdom

never tried to express myself using images or using objects that weren’t paper and my writings, the complex part of leaving that special sauce of interpretation is an ambiguous road – a ruined story, a glorious story… even with words – têtu of my personality, might apologize before this all goes to an amazing end, dramatique – as every one who wants to make you swing inside all the reminiscence of my own youth..

upon a pleasuring life, career, the childhood and the love story none of those classic books could reach – even with the touch of a god up above.. impossible to complain about getting older, considering the repulse of amounts of materialistic ideals and also the repulse of ignorant egoism that haunted every decade of a lifetime, we humans, leaving poor souls to the death – and we consider ourselves a particular developed intelligence, how ignorant of us, s’il vous plaît… continuing with no other stop, my identity must be a secret, there is no necessity of being a real as long you realize the preciosity of time;

time and their miraculous way to redefine simplicity of things, poems to a simple sentence, a look, a decision.. time, time, temps! the immoral, sometimes, wondering.. a simple mistake and you are gone, an observation, voila, you’re safe to go…  who gets lost in the way, indecision, handles the prejudice of, finish this, please..

never wasted time thinking about the connections, the main called intuition, simply, ignored.. could be a painful regret, coincidence, meant to be, versets.. versets, the sunny contrast of a blue sky on the window, no such effort was waking up to breathe the essence of the world, the train and fifteen minutes of an anxiety of a youth, every single time, the same anxiety to wait what it would bring, the new smells, the new colors and the smiles.. it had a stop – no one has ever left or entered through that point, ironies…  until arriving, the people, their simplicity, “bonjour”, the paradise, the smell of fruits, the young kids running and running and running… making you wish never leave this world, never leave the chances of witnessing such perfect harmony

mysterious and hidden, that route.. no cars, no bus.. train, not even marks, the only sign of wheels came from the bicycles, when you climb the entire of it a first hit, that breeze invading your lungs.. like a drug, your mind also responds to reflections, all that purity and all that beauty – the vast of an ocean, dark blue as the dresses on those old paintings of erst, in a perfect symmetry the giant field, a simple line between both and felt like riding to heaven, the endless –  maybe death was this, some bushes revered with beautiful flowers, precise.. fantastique, génial! preserved, every instant i spent there, forty minutes longer and for the first time i felt like changing time and their dimensions on this universe.. to rediscover the wind a formula of joviality, blowing up the memories… offert par la nature, a simple resignation… voila; time…

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So she took me by the hand

“and felt right.. with nothing more or nothing less – for the instant i could feel that softness of her skin, my world sort of stopped, time went slower and slower by the movement of my head trying to catch up that beautiful smile of her,
i heard deep inside of me a certain, showed me that these tricky instants of life could bring fresh perspectives
burning the old patterns,
forgetting about the mistakes – you got yourself a precious chance to live right, life, this miraculous and mysterious story;

couldn’t help noticing, you both have the same eyes, the same spark, the same preciosity of emeralds,
                                                                              eternally yours.”

Gui ©

3am

I walk through past life and death
I’ve seen it all…

Walking on the green path, huge trees and giant lakes,
Blue, deep and profound… immersed I hope to see the reflexes

Of me, of you, of us – all
Together until the eternal

I look up, and the blue sky has a sweet tone of blue
A few clouds and I realize darkness is coming around

Scared, I look down the green of the grass, the mood and the flowers growing up
Around, the fountains, the stones and the old wall made of those woods;
those one they never reused…

This symphony reached an end
As a perfect afternoon,
Cold and bitter but with none of it confused

The atmosphere invites me to;
explore the vast of this world.

I will kiss you later, my one and truly loved.

Gui ©

Pathologically…

I don’t know if you watched it entirely, few episodes or at least the bloopers, we must not deny Seinfeld still is one of the greatest comedy shows of all time. Forgetting about numbers, money, ads and all this – you might say, Friends, of course, Friends was also one of the most epic tv shows of all time but we can’t forget it first aired 1994, Seinfeld still on. What I’m trying to say is after 20 years of the first of episode of it, the tv never had another sitcom that amazingly and pure funny.

Right now, I was watching the bloopers. Yes, I’ve watched it entirely, the whole nine seasons. George, Jerry, Elaine and Kramer. We also can’t forget about Newman, J. Peterman and George and Jerry’s parents. Watching and laughing – naturally as an instinct I took a few minutes to remember most of the issues, if we could actually be aware of issues of characters in comedy show, let’s consider each four of them having the simple and short evaluation;

Jerry would be easily defined as a person afraid of commitments, unable of expressing himself naturally without using the humor as escape – most of the time. That pattern of sarcastic observations represents his lack of actually caring enough to stand for solutions. It could be easily represented by the excess of parents protection and interference. Jerry would definitely need to see a doctor weekly to day by day, becoming more easy opening up with his friends.

Elaine got a pretty strong personality but what defines Elaine behavior comes from her temper than actually patterns. Elaine jobs were stressful enough – all three of them. She created a very strong capacity of surviving by her own self, since the very beginning. Through years not succeeding, she developed an explosive pattern of not handling people’s mistakes and it does affects straight to her relationships. Elaine wouldn’t necessarily have to go weekly to see a psychologist. All she needs is something on daily bases that could ease her mind.

George quite obviously is the most problematic person of them all. Bipolar, immature, irresponsible and envious. The pattern of George’s behavior late would seriously damage his health condition. The amount of stress also, like Elaine, gives George and short temper, but he is also around parents extremely stressed about life as an actual situation. They wish they had better son and George punishes himself every single day trying to do what would sound right for them, so they could be proud. Of their four, he has the most unstable humor, would need medication for a while and daily meeting with the psychologist – who would work intense on his past memories so he could develop a timeline of how his personality got affected, also his parents would be an important part of this process.

Cosmo Kramer of four of them is the one with less problems. I don’t see Kramer entirely as a lunatic – considering that he handled reuniting with his mother with no problems. Kramer has an ego that needs to be inflated, naturally, his social behavior as a very pleasant person – despite his compulsive disorders as opening the door that way, the eccentric represents his necessity of being different as he actually lived most of his life like that, as George his childhood must have some hidden situations that matured on him feelings like: not being well attached to money even not denying to work when he sees possibilities to make money, but his ego could not be forgotten, that’s why he traded a huge amount of money of a lawsuit for a outdoor of himself on Time Square. Kramer instantly doesn’t have the necessity of seeing a psychologist, but he needs to be alert, specially considering the growing older and the changes of appearance.

For the first time, I feel love

her sadness, that aura of drama gives her such a beautiful face
that, this, all sweetness of someone who never has been loved
feel myself, grab her; then we will fly away…

Valse d’un océan

 

sat
stayed
long enough
rough nights and both, days

stood
still will do
waiting
dreaming
the horizon bringing you

smiling                          washing

surprised                    cleaning

of how beautiful the water could be                 all the sadness encrusted inside of me

mermaids come, from time to time
devoted
admired

the nobility
a truly love
divine.

Gui ©