terça-feira, 28 de abril de 2015

At the end of the corridor

It's been a long time
And I'm still missing you.
Oh luv, your love was not that
       [crime.
I'm waiting for you at the end
       [of the corridor,
Gotta tell a secret to your eyes
       [of shining pearl:
"I'm still on you, hey,
  It's my birthday,
  I wanna be your little girl".

Your words and letters
Survived the years,
Why don't I
Survive my tears
Now that you're gone?
Remember the last time I've
       [seen you
At the corridor:
Almost mad,
Halfway dead.
How could you just lay there
Without touching
My braided hair?

Cherry flavoured candy cotton,
I wanna be your ballerina
Till my feet start aching,
Till you love me once again
I'll be waiting
For you at the end of the
       [corridor,
Cuz I want you to make me
Your sweet little doll.

I'm down on my knees,
You get me at your mercy,
I'm begging you please,
Come, darling,
Smile to me, my charming,
Just open your eyes once more
And come to me,
Come to the pinky table,
We'll be drinking tea
With Mr Fluffy.

Light of my life,
It's too dark in here
At the end of the corridor,
I'm on a toy store's shelf,
I'm a doll on a box,
You get me loosing myself
At this sad happyland,
I'm feeling unused.
Why don't you toy me?
Come pet me,
Please wet me
One more time.

Sparkly dreaming,
Won't you dare breathing
Under our cloud dossel?
I would give you sugar, I'd get
       [us some glitter,
But now's the third winter
Scent you cannot smell.
How could you warm me in
       [your arms
When your body's colder than
       [weather?
Now you're beyond the corridor
And we can't be together.

But, darling, hey,
It's my birthday
As every year it has been.
How can I be your little girl
If now I'm eighteen?
Light of my life,
Shine upon this rough corridor
As if my hearth it could mend
Cuz my plastic legs will run
Till I find you at the end.

segunda-feira, 20 de abril de 2015

II.

Enquanto, ofegante, meu bafo
             [Empurrava o teu
Senti tua pele roçar meu rosto
Até que a lembrança esvaireceu
E a teu gosto indisposto
Deitei-me ali
A lembrar com zelo
Da tua mão me alisando o cabelo.

Fecho os os olhos e num
             [Insight de memória
Teu olhar semicerrado
Num suspiro surdo
Me deu um laço
Ao teu corpo e mormaço
E me aconcheguei num lado
Do teu abraço.

Esse maldito estado de
               [Consciência
Entre o sono e a vida
Te invoca à minha frente,
E te sinto rente
E não estás.
Abro os olhos e tua imagem,
Física e táctil e convicta
Se dissipa.

Axioma de existires,
Aquele teu corpo que sinto e
                [Vejo
Constitui meu desejo
De apertar-te ao meu peito,
Alisar teu semblante feito,
Mas apenas sinto o cheiro de
                [Teu perfume
Se delir pelos ares,
E somem junto teus linhares
E todas as tuas feições.

Teu perfume e esse poema
- e, também, minha mente
                 [Vazia -
São um lixo,
Pois qualquer merda que te
                 [Evoque
Não se compara
Ao teu toque.