sábado, 18 de outubro de 2014


Look at her and simply love her proffer
She deserves lovable staring eyes
Listen to her and hear her rise
She has so much to offer

Let yourself see on the inside of her walls
And all you can find is sweetness
Not mellow, but no gall
Just pure neatness

Much to learn from, not just a crumb.
Much to admire, more than acquire.
To me, she is not just 'any'
Not some 'a', but the!

Dedicated to my beloved teacher Monique Teixeira.

terça-feira, 14 de outubro de 2014

The color blue.

Oh, so you haven`t seen the light for a while.
It`s often right there in front of your face.
Yet, you see that at the same place,
There is a foggy guile.

Then, insisting not to see it through
You kill what might have been your scape
That brightside which you hide from behind the drape
And you simply decide what you are here to do is to be blue.