Virtuous smile on
such sinfull lips
driving him wild
with a sway of her hips.
Sensual temptress
bewitching eyes
just like an enchantress
letting out soft sighs.
nas asas fosforescentes da noctívaga borboleta, nascem sonhos e crescem vocábulos, qual fio de seda do Japão
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sexta-feira, 19 de agosto de 2011
Sorcière
Etiquetas:
enchantress,
hips,
poem,
poetry,
rellaenthia,
sighs,
smile,
temptress
quarta-feira, 10 de agosto de 2011
A eterna procura de mais que um nada
Não sou líder
nem sigo cegamente
caminho lado a lado
num passo intermitente.
Não sou mais nem menos
nem busco ser tal
apenas tenho sonhos
que quero cumprir, afinal.
Sou eu e nada mais
por entre diferenças
cores, tamanhos e crenças
somos todos iguais
anseios partilhados
de felicidade rica
desejos murmurados
um sorriso que fica
Ninguém quer estar sozinho
ninguém quer solidão
todos buscamos carinho
conforto para o coração.
nem sigo cegamente
caminho lado a lado
num passo intermitente.
Não sou mais nem menos
nem busco ser tal
apenas tenho sonhos
que quero cumprir, afinal.
Sou eu e nada mais
por entre diferenças
cores, tamanhos e crenças
somos todos iguais
anseios partilhados
de felicidade rica
desejos murmurados
um sorriso que fica
Ninguém quer estar sozinho
ninguém quer solidão
todos buscamos carinho
conforto para o coração.
Etiquetas:
carinho,
coreografia,
crença,
diferença,
felicidade,
poem,
poetry,
rellaenthia,
solidão,
sonhos
quinta-feira, 4 de agosto de 2011
Journey
Another day
another fight
can't escape the fray
in the dark night
Silence is golden
or so they say
just an evil ruse!
to get us through the day
It's a neverending search
to quench an eternal thirst
this longing for human touch
never knew a need as such
We all dream of another
to keep close and take care
will we ever find eah other
and drive away this fear?
Dread of loneliness
of emptiness, of meaningless
that consumes the human soul
A fear of living in the quiet
never really feeling whole
another fight
can't escape the fray
in the dark night
Silence is golden
or so they say
just an evil ruse!
to get us through the day
It's a neverending search
to quench an eternal thirst
this longing for human touch
never knew a need as such
We all dream of another
to keep close and take care
will we ever find eah other
and drive away this fear?
Dread of loneliness
of emptiness, of meaningless
that consumes the human soul
A fear of living in the quiet
never really feeling whole
Etiquetas:
fear,
life,
poetry,
rellaenthia,
silence
terça-feira, 14 de junho de 2011
Amnesia
Forget those words I wrote
I am a fool, dellusional.
Forget those foolish sighs
of this woman, so passional.
Forget the kisses
oh so sweet
Forget everything
there's nothing to keep.
Surrender to amnesia
let go all thought of me
From your mind
erase our afrodisia
It was all
never meant to be.
I am a fool, dellusional.
Forget those foolish sighs
of this woman, so passional.
Forget the kisses
oh so sweet
Forget everything
there's nothing to keep.
Surrender to amnesia
let go all thought of me
From your mind
erase our afrodisia
It was all
never meant to be.
quarta-feira, 22 de outubro de 2008
Satyr's folly
On the surface
of an undisturbed lake
something stirs…
Circling waves
expand away
like shooting stars.
You feel his presence
and hear his laughter
even before he’s ever seen.
He sings and dances
and jumps around, Mother Nature as his queen.
Light temper,
kind heart.
Elegant grace
as if walking was an art.
And then you see,
as you had expected,
a smiling face
and deep green eyes.
You hear his song
of joy and devotion
and you know
they are no lies.
On the Lake,
where the Lady rules,
all is as it is.
All around
the satyr runs
and his name is Azhis.
Todos os direitos de imagem são reservados ao autor

On the surface
of an undisturbed lake
something stirs…
Circling waves
expand away
like shooting stars.
You feel his presence
and hear his laughter
even before he’s ever seen.
He sings and dances
and jumps around, Mother Nature as his queen.
Light temper,
kind heart.
Elegant grace
as if walking was an art.
And then you see,
as you had expected,
a smiling face
and deep green eyes.
You hear his song
of joy and devotion
and you know
they are no lies.
On the Lake,
where the Lady rules,
all is as it is.
All around
the satyr runs
and his name is Azhis.
Todos os direitos de imagem são reservados ao autor
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