Blue Stone

Far way from the starry ocean of the night,

Sailing into the foolish moments of my thoughts.

I remember the forgotten light of the autumn sunset.

Thoughts wander on the waves of the North Sea.

Sad is the moonlight into a quiet night,

And the sea water left behind, I missed.

Which of the universe belong to each moment?

How many stars in the heavens will find that time?

Night and day living at the same roof,

And answering to the wind which is the color of the night's eyes.

II

Blue stones that roll on the sands of the Baltic.

Now I could find and bring it to my home.

The distance look of a dune crossing oceans,

Is made in dreams of a Danish mermaid.

Across the sea a guarded hope in the sands.

Eternal desires that never rest, are a blue stone

Rolling the blue stone in north sea with a warm heart,

Blue stone-holding in memories , left from the distance in thoughts.

How can I forget the sea star that adorn the hair of illusion.

Eternity is present in the rocks of the harbor, which breaks the distance.



UFO

We don’t have wishes from the stars

The skyscrapers are hidden our sun.
Mornings are anesthetic by horns,

Vanishing the morning contemplation

I want be leaving in a UFO from here.
Searching other worlds where life exists,
Such intelligent way, and friendly,
Just to live in all morning days.


I want to leave, and not run away from here,
A UFO, but not from the X file,
But made for a phenomenon of the sky.
Goodbye, fiction and reality in solitude.
Happy will be between the spheres of light,
Forgotten all the theories of creation.
Just feel the life as a gift to the eye.
Dreaming, don’t think in life or death.


I would live without the weather, but only,
The gentle breeze to lift the soul in a sailboat,
Surfing the skies of morning stars.
Living alone. No missing, listening to the heart.
Finding a home where the life is not just water.
The empty sky filled by the look, without ink.
An universe from illusion, and an UFO from metal,
Crossing sky to the infinity, to never came back home.

I will miss, resting my thoughts by the wind,
Under the leaves of an oak on season of summers.
Bringing the distant mountains close for my eyes.
Harbors; the memories will tell stories of Plato.
The eyes of the peoples will imagine when the UFO pass,
Am I an alien from Spielberg or Orson Welles?
I will arrive in a street of Spain, smelling the fragrance of vines.
Missing all the flavors and loves left behind.



The Time And The Silence


Who is embracing these walls in a deep silence?
Maybe be the time, sleeping over the pillars.
Never forgot what it has done to all who listen in.
Devour all spring, even if it is the most beautiful
These walls of houses are building by the memories.
Made of non-material, coming from the distant harbors,
Where the seas have no boats, regrets, or ending.
Seeds of wishes are blowing away, untouched by the time.


The great passions of the time are castles made of stones
Carved by wind, breaking the silence over the hills,
Raising a universe by itself, surrounded by ditches of death.
An old body dressed in rocks searching for source,
Wish lit the fire in the shadows of warm nights.
Extinguished Torches on the walls, is the fate of tomorrow.
Looks to wait in eternity the meeting of these waters,
Although far away ..... Dreams are made of rocks.


The silence comes and nestles in the dew of thin grass,
The maidenhair ferns are the flaps sewn by the time
In spring in one day will open in petals of illusion.
The movements of the wind broken the silence, and move the earth.
It does the life to die and wake up by the dreams of others time
A carousel spinning, flashing, and playing with the clouds.
Truths hidden in the sleeves of the greatest illusionist.
The matter is the same light that rises on the walls of time.



The Black Mirror


Glossy and translucent face, as a cold night

Into your desert of darkness there is no star

Only a black moon and a deep scar by diamond

Feelings traveling by trails on high cliffs,

Looking for in the vastness night, the silvered light,

Forgotten eyes lost in time, and on the plains..

Lightning are ethereal lives, vanished in the sky

A sea suspended in clouds laden with memories.


Platform station has a hard surface and grim,

Time departure on trails, by footprints of a pilgrim

That takes into wagons loaded into cocoons desires

Under tunnels of wind, dreams fossilized in hills.

Ancient caves are the temple of reflected mystery.

Walls of vertically pits are mirrors of the Narcissus.

From you nothing will escape, enclosed in your world.

Bird so close by the dark light; distance from passions


Your body was touched by the fresh morning light,

Where the drops of dew kissed all darkness night..

Biting in your empty infinite spaces, one heart,

As Mayan’s sacrifice, wrapped in Balm of Gilead.

Spectra of black knights are presents in your castle,

Framed by ditches in your black and smooth universe..

Spectra absorb your colored feeble from the twilight.

Sleep over threshold, the dream in belvedere of light.



Eyes Of The Night II


Rain falls into the gelid night, washing the light of moon.
Behind the dripping glass, eyes dived from this empty room,
Feeling in thoughts such as a rhythm sound of the waters,
Freezing the clock hours, when the moments are golden.
Eyes of the night, washed by the hills in a deep blue sky.
Watching in a dark who invaded the fields of the shadows.

Eyes of the night will be guide by sentimental waters,
Searching the hidden star from the tropics of others eyes.
The time and the moment, fighting as a lords of destiny.
Vanishing from the window, all lives in remembrances.
Darkness; desert of the night. Infinite mystery of woods.
As a black pupils of tiger, devouring all darkness shadows.

Silver threads knitting mantas to wear the constellations.
Invisible soul carries by the wind sailing in a little boat,
Tattooed over the night skin, has the name of darling.
Building windmills, throwing arrows over gray clouds.
Sentimental craved into the deep bottom of the heart.
Eyes of the night; travels guide through the shadows


Moment


In a brief moment, I held the time so tight it in my hand,

My children-hood, the blues, solitude, and morning lights.

Remembered in time, when doesn’t exist in remembrance.

Rest in a field, looked above the sky as a white canvas,

Become to draw with my eyes, the destiny in the deep sky.

Full colors of spring, soon will turn so pale in autumn

Petals of roses falling on the ground, living the perfume,

Retained into a glass bottle ,with hand who kept the time.


Breath in and keep in a fresh air inside of an old lung.

From the memories, pick up the blackberries on the road.

Brightness morning sun; a gift to the eyes for this moment. Lives; supported by columns, crossing bridge of the time.

Why to expected love, from the distant harbors? No more!

Just a warm breeze feeding ours thoughts from the east.

Golden lights, & glows moments, were in time full of life


Should I be a nave of the time, to follow the sun?

Sweet evening memories, never will say goodbye.

Soul was wearing in moments, save those eyes so bright.

Invisible was the time, and didn’t feel the sun set goes on.

Precise flights route over high clouds crossing tropics,

Where the dream has no border, fowling the hills of east.


Two Red Roses


There are two red roses drawing on the cup of coffee.

Two destinies carved in time without knowledge in mind,

But eyes can’t deny inside the black devil pupils.

Mysteries rose at the sound of the cathedral’s bells.

Violins, clarion and feeling played the life illusion.

Mystic view engraved inside the cave of the heart.


There are two red roses in a vase in the room.

Leaves will fall on the table as golden season.

Temple of the wishes raised in garden roses.

Worlds carry by invisible hands uncountable stories.

Pictures framed in a cage keep the key of the soul.

Where to the roses will rest at the end of time?


Leaves of the roses and words were closed by the book,

And a red color doesn’t exist in a darkened page turned off.

Perfume goes away by the wind crossing rivers and castles.

Stories never told before, arise now by unforgettable knight.

Swords in blood, and roses in red, are made from passions.


Diving


Immerse in a deep blue sentimental waters

The fall has no hole, beginning or ending.

Losing all morning glows somewhere in time.

Flights over night, desires are the bird’s wings,

Made in dream of the night as a satin’s nest.


Fly over brightness circus, without fear to die.

Desert places painted by the white light in the sky.

Ringling circus denuded in colors of the soul.

Illusion worlds reveal the secret of divine creation.

Lives under the roofs, seam the canvas to care us.


Night falls over an iceberg sailing without rote.

From the silent room, a sight takes away to the sea.

Look in a cold glass of window, nights seem eternal.

Distant worlds built by the water and glass slides,

Flow under galleries, lives of desire eager to reborn.


Good

God come in to my lung as a breeze .
A true ridden in a lie .
A verb,a verse and rhythm of the universe .
God is a spring perfume sweating on earth.
Eyes of autumn leaved in a train station .
A point of light crossing the darkness.
A glass of water keeping all life from the sea.
Naked night freeze in solitude.
God is my life.God is a boat caring my emotions.


Missing
I saw her eyes looking at my soul.
In colors of love,in flash of light.
So beautiful was that moment in time,
And my eyes couldn't read her sorrow.
Now I try to paint this love,but colors
Will not bring back those loved eyes again.

Travel

Distance in time.Should I look at the mirror?
A soft breeze takes me out of the ground,
and raises my spirit to the end of the sorrow.
Look at my shoes to see how long this journey is.
An incredible feeling has created wings in my feet.
To fly along this missing river over friendly trees.


Pater Boat

Watching one boat made from thin paper sailing away,
Just felt one insane destiny drew by the river on the time
How long is this journey to the end of the brief wet life ?
Should it be longer than all my life?
The world cares on the shoulders this infinite sky,
And I.....care my moments alive over silver silence.

Ink dropped on the ocean from pure emotional brushes
Flowing in high and low movements through the waves
A moment in a thoughts leaves the body to join this volatile boat
Without captain, anchor, and harbor caring all precious colors,
To the center of the circle life, spinning till vanish in deep waters
Woke up of one dream in the border of a bed and an unfounded river .


North Season

I

Silence still alive in this coldest unforgettable season.

While the eyes of the night follow me over shadowed road.

Starlight drives my mind so far from Polaris.

Why,I will miss this beautiful view when I go back home?

Sailing over silver clouds on the moonlight dream.

II

Never-ending road is near the distance future,

Just one mystic world is falling inside the north vortex.

One wrong destiny inside my vein flows without a compass

And driving me at random,over a troubled river,

Reborn in deep blue water as an old scarred whale

III

Broken stones by the ice carved since glacial age

I'm Looking through the window to a deafened world,

An unforgettable time lost in dreams of falling stars

Living farway from home,flying over longed hills,

Finding a shelter where the horizon carries the world.



All Stars Above Sky Are Falling This Night


All stars above sky are falling this night

River of my dream vanished to the sea

Flowers leave on the night your perfume

Starlight of mine is distance from home

Thinned silver lines framed ours horizon

II

How to keep the moon eternal on sky?

If my eyes sleep in dreams of shadows

Reflections of my ages in cold mirror

Turned blue all memories into the night

Ridden one black pure blooded horse .

III

Spring blows red roses everywhere,dear

Why to forget a fire feed by the wind;

In dreams,passion,wood,stone and vine

Souls living in a castle composed my life

Wishes of mine disappear over green field

IV

Season after season has passed in this roon,

Never have seen before the face of the night

Imagination leave me out of my ordinary life

Dark night,and knight of the night live now

Crossing my mind to the infinite starrest sky.


Moment

A voice thru the hills to the infinite blue sky.

Had no fear to make this unique moment a stone.

Rolling over sand ,& missing falling stars.

Impossible to take off all the memories from the stone.

Horizons remind me of a boat sailing on soft skin.

I

Voice thru the ocean to the infinite blue sky.

Had not fear to make this unique moment like a stone;

Traveling and rolling over the sand & missing falling stars.

Never will be removed all the memories from this rock.

Vibrations remind me a sea sailing in yours softy skin.

Recover from the empty space a boat losted in clouds.

II

For many years kept a rare air in whale's lungs.

Blow the fantasy in golden frame hanged on the wall,

And now this moment freezes in fog as mortal dagger.

Eternity is blue to pray for mercy when the sunrises

In sparking red leaves touched by the wind.

Dust will turn off the light,and time will freeze the night.


The Fall Of The Soul II


The shadow of mine projected on the wall,

Like a mirrow without light reflecting my soul

Over my head one little soft light lay on me.

Moonlight fed my dreams through the night.

Coldish silhouette of shadow drawing my fate.

Listening the bells trembling down over my soul .

Impossible see the face of the darkness mate.

Is it realy my shadow walking through the night,

Or my soul following the stars in this empty sky

or the dark thoughts travelingin my head?

How to know and escape from this encounter?


The Eyes Of The Night


I

This night is raining over one narrow street.

In this moment my thoughts become the long journey

Watching the distance between a lamp and moon,

I have my shoes wetting ,and one silence almost mortal.

Keeping my foot on earth ,my mind is not here.

Nothing will change in this night over the sky,no stars.

A dark cloud crossed this moon like a panther eyes

Waiting for the right moment to disappear in this night.

II

This night is raining,and the water flow to the narrow street.

One gray light fallen over my head in memories of pale colors,

and now I can see the distance between a lamp and moon,

all my thoughts full of inquiries become the long journey

I have my shoes wetting ,then I feel one mortal silence.

Keeping my foot on earth , my mind is not here and there.

Nothing will change in this night over the sky,no stars.

A dark cloud crossed this moon like a panther eyes

Waiting for the right moment to disappear in this night.


Over Night

I

There is a blanket covering this world,

and darkness night sleeping over pillow of clouds.

Melodies come from everywhere as spheres,

Dropping stars over dismissed wishes.

Hight hills compose the music from the earth ,

& wheat field touched by the wind fed all dreams.

II

There are invisible muscles caring this world,

And an abstract mind building our starling fate.

Over the head one carpet full of stars and mysteries,

and why am I so alone on this road of darkness ?

At this moment the mountains sleeping over night,

Spark sand thoughts dancing around a magic field.

So far from my home,and so far from my darling.


Infinite Eyes II

I

Look at nothing and close my eyes in front of the infinite,

My mind jumps through the invisible window.

Follow the ashes in the time and coldish wind

Many questions sent to the geometric web ,

Broken glass falls on the side walk cuts my feelings,

and the rain cleans up all the wet memories in time.

Shoot one imaginary dog in the street in my paste life.

God doesn't exist on this contemporaneous world,

just look at the window through the infinite eyes.

II

This eyes in front of the imaginary horizon line

Crossed the green field of my childhood life,

Born and reborn like ashes of a Phoenix bird,

Wing of wishes,and perfect muscles of Adam.

So bright and so dark is this single universe,

Take me back to the center of the circle life,

Where the time never vanish to the end of the river.


Over the World

There is one blanket covering this world,

and dark nights sleeping over the sea.

Melodies come from everywhere like sphere,

Dropping memories over the stormy ocean.

Gentle hill composes the music from the horizon ,

and wheat field touched by the wind feeds all dreams.

Grain by grain building the childhood vision.

Couple of words turns back this embrace.


Falling Down

Nightfall is like a desert in a deep ocean.
Falling down in a blue sentimental water.
Empty space without reason in my heart,
Take hands full of passion,and push me down,
Where do I go? You will never know,but, please!

Don't ask me more.......just.......push me down.
Nightmare and darkness embracing this night.
Nightfall is like an iceberg in a deep ocean.
Falling down in a blue sentimental water.
Empty space without reason in my heart,

At moment,no more time for answers
Just one reason to be alive in this silence room.
Looking at the lightning freezing this moment
in a coldish glass window.
All energy coming back to the ground.


Infinite Eyes

I
Look at nothing and close my eyes in front of the infinite,

My mind jumps through the invisible window.

Follow the ashes in the time and coldish wind

Many questions sent to the geometric web ,

Broken glass falls on the side walk cuts my feelings,

and the rain cleans up all the wet memories in time.

Shoot one imaginary dog in the street in my paste life.

God doesn't exist on this contemporaneous world,

just look at the window through the infinite eyes.

II

These eyes in front of th imaginary horizon line

Crossed the green field of my childhood life,

Born and reborn like ashes of a Phoenix bird,

Wings of wishes,and perfect muscles of Adam.

So bright and dark this single universe is.

Take me back to the center of life,

Where the time vanishes to the center of the river.


Conception about god.

One new day, one new thought about god.
Sometimes I forget,and other time just go deep in my thoughts and ask to myself.What mean god?
Now I think god is like an intelligent energy,at all.
Like one great orchestra playing on great composer song.A right note at right place and time,one vibration rhythm.
The man's words vanish in front the music,because the words from the man lie,but the orchestra playing doesn't lie,
and together embrace the atmosphere with invisible vibration sphere touching our souls.Is the great moment close the God.


Painting

A large white canvas in front of my eyes

So close to the abyss my spirit goes out

Flying over clouds of imagination,

Colors of pure sentiment touch my soul.

Over deep and invisible sky I die.

What's means to be alive for one century.

If in one simple moment I can feel the eternity

When the colors dropping on canvas,

Red ink river flows from the vein to the hands.

Vanishing all the form of the world,

To be reborn in colors,only in your eyes.

II

A large white canvas in front of my eyes.

So close to the abyss,my spirit goes out.

Flying over clouds of imagination,

Over colors,feelings,& silence touching the soul.

A deep and infinite sky opening windows.

Why should I to be alive for the century?

At a simple moment,I can feel the eternity.

Colors dropping on a light canvas,

Red river flows from the vein to the hand,

Changing the form of the world,

To be reborn in colors,only in your eyes.


The Fall Of The Soul.


The shadows of mine projected on the wall,

Like a mirror without light reflecting my soul.

]Over my face a pale moonlight

Feeding my dreams thru the night.

A cold silhouette of shadow drawing my destiny.

Listening the bells over my mind shaken down.

Blindness can't see the face of the darkness companion

My shadow is wandering thru the night .

Why is my soul falling stars in empty sky?

Darkness through traveling in my mind

How to runway from this encounter?


life

A song in the dark/An spirit at night/
One lover cross the street/one bug cross the air/
Rhythm of the life/cold as a cop of water/
Hands holding empty memories/Why do I exist?


time I

Freezing the silence in time/
/cold air sleeping over night/
/forgot a piece of bread on the ground/
/step by step moving the time
time II
Close eyes and back in time.
Clouds came from everywhere,
Notes on paper dropped on the floor.
Smell the time,space is just illusion.
Eyes closed by the windows time.

Keep the air in my lung for one minute,
The moment the world stopped the motion
one mortal silence inside of my body.
Conscious runaway from merry-go-round.
There is no time,and no mind for one minute.


through

/One eternal cold silence cross the night/
One moonlight lay down so close in my face/
/contemporaneous and medieval thoughts at same time/
/So deep,and so invisible blue conflicts I saw/
/One cold thought cross my mind/
/ flowing all the memories in time/

oak tree
/My head rest above an old oak tree/
/feelings and memories through the leaves/
/holding the golden time above sky/
/but it doesn't belong to me/
/this water of the rive is not mine also/
/my body miss the insanity warm earth/

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Texte: airton parra sobreira
Tag der Veröffentlichung: 14.07.2010

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