For all the times I've never said it

Fishes are crying tonight
I have deceived my inner light
Closing me on your self
And holding you on my self

The studies reality imposes
Reasons rationality closes
Are replaced by the smell of whiskey
Pressing these blues upon me

Sighing I'll never know what it is
In my throat the aching alcohol's kiss
Doesn't compare with the aching knot
Born of solitude's weak spot

The kitchen's dirty, the room's a mess
Some music advertises togetherness
You're not by my side, not tonight
I feel so down, it's not right

Eyes closing, conscience fading
The pleasure you give me shading
Your presence when you stay
Can't you pass my way, today?

The glass bears one drop of my substitute
My addictiveness can't ever commute
The liquid will end, and I'll sleep
Slip into bed, on the waiting feed

And I'll tell you, pretending slumber
I couldn't memorize a single number
My drug has been your memory
I think I love deeply

I'll tell you I love you tonight
Under the covers of our bed, tight
Shed some fears, share some blame
Knowing you'll softly say the same

Writing through the bottom of the glass
Knowing I didn't give all my best
Still the night's comfort wraps it all
As my head and heavy heart on your pillow fall.

air

Zucchero filato

Há nas nuvens movimentos,
ar que escreve nos seus pavimentos;
outro nosso real deixado ver, por momentos.
As cores que a luz delinea,
essas pinturas que o sol declina,
estranhos reflexos da mente, a minha,
transformam-se em personagens
que com os suspiros das aragens
no céu afastam-se, vivendo nas margens.
Vivem porque eu as vejo,
formas de um qualquer refreado desejo,
pedaços de ideais aos quais almejo,
origens que vivem de mim.
E é assim,
numa eternidade com fim,
que faço morrer a morte
sem nobre amparo ou suporte
entregue ao amargo sopro da sorte.
O que respira é o devaneio
inspirando o que tanto receio
e expirando a verdade que anseio.
Fim em mim?
Jamais. Porque senão,
sem a índole da criação,
sem a creatividade da minha mão,
não existiria assim
como sou,
o que sou,
porque o sou:
para docemente te imaginar a ti.