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quarta-feira, 5 de agosto de 2026

Nada

Acho que te sinto o cheiro, às vezes,

Quando estou mais desamparada.

Inspiro fundo, para absorvê-lo, mas

Sei que não se sente nada.


O meu peito não bate forte,

Não sangra, nem se degrada.

No meio do seu vazio

Sei que não se sente nada.


A minha cabeça, muito pensa.

Nunca me senti tão isolada,

Mas por entre tantas memórias 

Sei que não se sente nada.

segunda-feira, 3 de agosto de 2026

Stepping back

Missing his smell,

Vaguely remembered in my brain.

The sensation of those lips

On mine made a stain.


The way my body

Submitted to his touch.

First time I've sweated

My desires so much.


The hands of devotion,

Praying on my skin.

Never satisfying a Goddess

Felt more like a sin.


Diving into temptation

Gave me more that I could take.

Retrieving back to Olympus

To not be cursed by the Fates.

segunda-feira, 6 de julho de 2026

Starry night

In a dark blue sky.

Feeling the shortness 

Of my own life.


Sand in my feet,

Waves crashing, nearby,

A whole world,

In front of me, to defy.

quinta-feira, 25 de junho de 2026

You degrade me,

Use me,

Play with me

Under your sheets.


I'm wetting them,

Sweating all over,

But your moans

Make me feel complete.


You call me harsh names,

But your whispers tell the truth:

"When we're all but panting

I'll be the one worshiping you".

quinta-feira, 11 de junho de 2026

My last poem about you

Your dreams were valid.

Mine were insane.

You thought yourself so realistic,

But your actions were mundane.


Always appreciating life,

Choosing memories over material.

But you were one to not move a finger.

How could I've been so delusional?


I was choosing myself,

And us at the same time.

You were only choosing to believe 

That being comfortable was fine.

Como a vida pode mudar,

De um momento para o outro?

O que para muitos é paz,

Para mim é desconforto.


Ter o pés na terra,

Mas a cabeça no ar.

Estar presente,

Mas consciente 

Da alma noutro lugar.


Inteira, mas partida.

Sempre de mala na mão.

É agarrar em mim,

Meter-me um avião.


Viver por mim,

E para mim.

Que romance atroz.

Pela primeira vez,

Irei ouvir a minha voz.


Não me sentirei perdida,

Porque sei onde me encontrei.

Para onde vou, o que faço,

Não sei.

Na altura de agir,

Agirei.

quinta-feira, 4 de junho de 2026

Turning Point

Weighting my possibilities

With a bunch of doors open.

Controlling my instincts,

So nothing gets broken.


A bright future ahead.

One I can't see.

Mistakes will always happen,

But which one's the best for me?


My passions are known 

And already rolling.

Will I boost the process,

Or prevent them from growing?


Nothing's easy, or forever.

All a risk we have to take.

In the end, there's no problem.

Just a fear I have to shake.

terça-feira, 2 de junho de 2026

My heart's divided,

My soul isn't around.

My head is in a place,

Nowhere to be found.


The problems are here,

And they are to stay.

My dreams are alive

Taking me away.


Not an escape.

Believe in this truth.

My wishes are only

To begin anew.

A Pirate's Blue Moon

Unexpected evening

Starring at shy blue eyes.

Words coming out for hours.

How I wish I could've read your mind.


Alas, you were all riddles

From a map I couldn't get.

Still, a night full of giggles.

One I could never forget.


Taking a risk in the end,

Leaving it in such a high note.

All soft, brill and tender,

And now I wish for something more.


You're scared of the waves.

What kind of pirate are you?

So afraid of catching feelings.

(Maybe it isn't the time for being brave.)
















But what if that's already true?

Words of affirmation

But rolling eyes.

Why can't a person look,

Mirrored and mesmerized?


Confident and tough,

But still undermined.

Stop looking around,

And look deep inside.


Seemingly powerful,

But secretly seeking

If all these contradictions

Have a real meaning.

Humankind has a way

Of expanding by destroying.

We always need more space 

We need to make us stay.


If only we stopped a little

To look inside, instead of out.

Connect to our roots

And see what are we all about.


Take a deep breath in.

We're never alone.

Prefering to change nature,

Intead of accepting it as our own.


Most times, we forget 

Who's older.

She'll take back everything,

Again, when we're over.

Purify my soul,

Cleanse my body,

Clear my head

Of all mundane problems.


Make me one with you,

Take me to your depts,

Drowning me with relief.


Spit me back again,

Gently pushing me to the shore.

Waving me goodbye.

To let me live my life freely.

Walking back and forth,

Reading words from a foreign language.

The body needs to travel 

Alongside your mind.


Stepping my feet in the sand,

Hearing the waves crashing.

Back and forth, and again.

Reading words from a foreign language.


Wanting to clash against each other,

Leaving the stories aside,

Throwing them in the ground.


Dive with me.

In this sea.

Salty but sweet.

Will you come?

Fingers to mouth,

Getting them moist,

To apart the pages

Of this rejoice.


The story's fantastic,

Of wanting and fate.

The more I read it,

The more I crave.


Guiding my touch

Down to it's spine.

Wanting to be

Deeply intertwined.


Mind to groin.

Hands to chest.

Forgive me, Father,

I need to confess.


Losing air.

Dying of starvation.

Thoughts so impure

As my imagination.

terça-feira, 26 de maio de 2026

The Hill I'm Gonna Die On

A kiss that

Consumes me.

Your lips are

Like juice to me.


Through my neck

You tread desire.

My insides

Already catching fire.


Your hands are bold,

While taking my breath.

I'm in your control,

This could be my death.


Caught red handed

On my cheek.

Wripping my clothes off,

And calling me a freak. 


Bite marks

All over my thighs.

Making me suffer

With the look in your eyes.


Your tongue is magic,

Making me cry.

I swear I could beg for this

Until the day I die.


A perfect balance,

Of owner and toy.

One likes to suffer.

You love to enjoy.


Cutting deep, in the night.

It's the last thing I see.

My blood in your thrust

Will be the death of me.

segunda-feira, 25 de maio de 2026

Zombie

I've been walking dead

For more than three years.

My physical needs?

Thought they disappeared.


Only craving brains,

That was all I've known.

But then, with my own eyes,

I saw how much I was wrong.


I confused desperation

With lack of sensation.

Thought that I was stationed,

When I was only dying of starvation.


Then, you let me take a bite

And your taste just blew my mind.

"Be careful, darling...

Don't be greedy, or you'll die."


"Take a step back

Or you'll choke.

On everything that I know."

You've awaken me, darling.

Now my body's yours to control.

Different Plans

Your life's in a shadow 

Never brought to light.

Common interests, lust, and my own

Are an easier fight.


My instinct warned me,

And this time I heard.

"Be careful, he's red,

And not what you deserve."


Women are resourceful,

We always find what we look for.

And with my eyes I saw

What I suspected, and more.


Betrayed for a second,

Glad I didn't fall.

Relieved right after,

And not hurt at all.


I'm not here to judge.

I'm the one single, and free.

Don't know your complications.

We're both our Plan B.


I know I'm your toy,

And that's okay.

Because I'm using you

The same way.


I'm yours, until I'm not.

Through my heart,

More than your wanting.

I guess you'll be here forever,

Unless your Plan A discovers

What you're hunting.

sexta-feira, 22 de maio de 2026

Feel you tomorrow

Eyes starring at the void.

Closing softly, 

To another dimension.


Sometimes, I meet you there.

In the land where

Our touch is possible.


You are but the same person.

Leaving me warmer,

With kisses on the skin.

But keeping me safe,

With the grandness of your words. 


Before waking up

A voice tells me,

"Don't worry, my darling.

Dreams will come true".


The thought of you

Pulls me back to this planet,

As soon as I'm awake.

And I feel you so close.

The city's beautiful, 

Breathtaking, inspiring.

I walk at night,

Appreciating the

Calmness of it.


The wind rises with

Freezing suspicion.

Everyone's going home

But this one.


I wanna suck everything in,

And mix it with my blood,

So you can live through me,

Savour it all.


The moon's our saviour.

I look up. Are you looking up?

Are you seeing, now, what I am seeing?

I feel you. You are here.

Welcome, Master.

Edinburgh Cicles

I first knew you 

Eight years ago.

I thought my heart was

Already bubbling,

When I breathed your air.


The view took it all away.

Your old, mysterious streets,

That always seem so dark,

Even in the daylight, 

Made me finish a chapter,

While dreaming of another.


It was a cold, grey

Month of May.

Walking for two days,

While starving for more.

And you laughed at me,

Giving me nothing,

But inspiration and rain.


Seven years passed

Without forgetting you.

My loyalty was taken,

But my mind was with you.


I had to go back,

And so I did.

Secretly, eagerly,

With days to spare.

You welcomed me back

With surprise.

January days of sunshine.


It wasn't enough!

Being faithful was my anchor.

I didn't go alone, and

I wanted to have more of you.

Dragged down by lasyness

And no excitement,

A lot was left to be seen.


Then, I wished to have you

In every single season.

A promise of mine 

Is a certainty.


A lot can happen

In just one year,

And I am exactly at the

Same spot as I was

At first.


Free, as the butterflies

Going through my throat.

My loyalty lies in another language,

Dearest, but you're not 

Afraid to share it, I hope.


Here I am again,

Like in the first.

May it is, to start a new cicle.

Promisses remain unforgotten.

Next time, I'll come

With the right person.

Is there anything more freeing 

Than flying?

We always dream about

Taking our feet off the ground.

So, do we do it?

While travelling to another town?


No. 

We march there,

Taking our time, in an endless queue,

Walking and waiting,

To board a plane to somewhere new.


Even when flying,

We're nothing but

An occupied seat.

Pretending we have

Our wings spread open.

That isn't freedom to me.


The one that starts in your head.

Conquers your soul,

While you dream in your bed,

To finally take your heart,

Slowly, but steadily?

I rather have that instead.

segunda-feira, 18 de maio de 2026

Comings and Goings

It's cold outside,

And your house is so warm.

I'm shaking,

Like I'm bare naked.

I'm knocking at your door.

"Can I come?"


You open,

But you're going for a walk.

You hug me, making me hot.

After a while,

We're back at your steps.

But I don't wanna go back.

"Please, can I come inside?"


Smiling, you tell me

How greedy I am.

But we both know

How much you love

Me coming and going again.


You tease and play,

Opening the door.

"This house could be the cage

That you need to be free."

That's what your eyes are telling me.


I swallow hard,

And don't mind the provocation.

I open my mouth,

Continuing this conversation.


"I know I'm begging this,

For the third time tonight,

But can I come with you

Just one more time?"

domingo, 17 de maio de 2026

Looking at your eyes,

Mirroring my own,

There's a world inside of them.

That nobody else owns.


You take my hand.

"Let's fly away.

Let's be free to explore us,

Yet, for a whole new day."

You are a match.

I am your fire.

A combination

Made from desire.

sábado, 16 de maio de 2026

Not every man is like you

In a violent, selfish world

You mask yourself with roughness.

"I'm power. I'm the Kingdom.

I'm the ruler. Bend the knee."


The crown is yours

And you never take it.

As you should.

It's rightfully yours.


I'm here to please,

to obey and be grateful.

My place is right here,

And I'll never forget it.


"I'm your Lord. Kiss my feet,"

But I know you're so much more.

You're the first to raise your sword.

To fight for your beliefs.


My blood is only the ink

To the pen that it is your voice.

All these men, full of hatred,

And you so full of something else.


They can't corrupt you.

You're the justice.

One eye to punish,

One hand to catch me.


Behind your heaviness

There is a soft soul.

Yours, my King.


I am but a scribe.

My words are elegance,

But your thoughts are Saint.


Poets and writers

Wish to be you.

Because true art

Rhymes with your name.

sexta-feira, 15 de maio de 2026

Two days?

Can't be.

Seems like an eternity!

No way.

Maybe?

Snap back to reality.


What is liberty,

Besides being free?

Having the luck

Of being your property.


Interest. Desire.

That is not all.

Punishment. Fire.

To catch me, if I fall.


Wound me. Drain me.

Make me insane.

Take me. Heal me.

Live inside my brain.


Talk to me, even

In words I don't understand.

Não tenhas tento na língua.

Fais de moi ta putain.


Tú eres mi Dios, posesivo.

Meine Seele ist dein Blut.

Prego per essere tutta tua.

To be perfect. To be good.


Keep me around,

For as long as you want.

Let that be a long, long time.


I'll be yours,

And on my knees.

Let me build you a shrine.