“wandering around your head can never be wrong
but always beware of not losing your way”
Source: Within the event horizon: poetry & prose
“most love is lost in all that remains in the hidden”
Source: Within the event horizon: poetry & prose
“When I think back to the first time we met, it feels like a dream," you said, only a few days later.
And thus you voiced what came true only a few months later.
It had been a dream.
[...]
"Even then, you have sealed our preterite," I said.
"Why do you say something like this," you asked me.
"Because we never had the chance to share the present.”
Source: Within the event horizon: poetry & prose
“wanting to change a person
who doesn't want to change himself
is like cosmetic surgery
on cancer patients”
Source: Within the event horizon: poetry & prose
“the last words have been spoken
hanging over my head – the sword of Damocles
since the beginning of time
I will keep on weeping
over thoughts and over you
wandering about all of my rooms
your absence is all around me
and the silence is more frightening
then any sound has been before
too much is truth in those words:
that wonders are falsehood
and the days are gone, never to return”
Source: Within the event horizon: poetry & prose
“Real love,” said the old carpenter to the young lady,
“is a cock-and-bull story,
told by an idiot.”
“But why,” she answered,
“are you talking in those harsh, black-woven words?
You need to believe that one day you will see the light.
Maybe this nightmare you've pierced inside your head
is only a dream.”
Source: Within the event horizon: poetry & prose
“Love could be a last hope and a star to steer by.”
Source: The Bane Chronicles
“I swam in the open seas
and a faceless man counted the time
that nevermore belongs to me.
Do you feel the same?
Do you dream of a time
that bears another name?
You drew me in your own image
and I wrote your name all over my heart –
fiery lights are all I see behind my eyes.”
Source: Within the event horizon: poetry & prose
“Why people wanted to dance whenever it got dark was beyond him. Somehow, the two seemed to go together, like bees and flowers, or flies and dung. Darkness and dancing.”
Source: Blood Of The Fold
“Eu canto porque o instante existe
E a minha vida está completa
Não sou alegre, nem sou triste
Sou poeta”