For a Single Moment (translation of “Por um único segundo”)

Horizon’s dawn makes itself beautiful,
And I can only remember your sweet lips and lost embraces;
World echoes songs at the touch of your hands,
Tears fall from its eyes when they see you.

I find absolute peace in your eyes,
In your melodious voice,
In your long and graceful hair,
In the eternal mystery that is your being.

From my bed I see the moonlight,
And wonder where you are.
What being in the world has yet to fall for your beauty?
Which star still shines when by your side?

My heart bears this burden.
Why do I love her? I do not know.
I know my love does not require an answer,
As water nourishes all things without trying,
Like the bird that flies freely without destination.

Horizon’s dawn makes itself beautiful,
As I find absolute peace in your eyes.
Serene breeze carries my nostalgic spirit,
Until spring flowers they find.

There I find solace,
Because when I think of you my senses fail,
And the sweet smell of flowers, seductive,
Makes me forget it all,
For a single moment…

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Que brilhem teus olhos entre as estrelas II

Passa da meia noite,
e agora já não lembro
as dores que antes sentia.
As pedras que pareciam muralhas,
desfazem-se em areia e pó,
como se nunca se atrevessem
a se colocar em meu caminho.
Passa da meia noite,
e já não recordo o motivo da dor,
ou a razão de minha mente
lamentar as horas perdidas,
com vontades esquecidas
e panacéias rejeitadas;
Passa da meia noite,
e apenas teu sorriso
separa um mundo intolerável do paraíso,
um abismo sem fim
do limite do céu estrelado;
Passa da meia noite,
E ainda espero,
Que brilhem teus olhos entre as estrelas
para que saiba o caminho
até os braços da redenção…

Que venham os sonhos

Que venham os passos errados,
Os enganos sinceros,
As mentiras bondosas;

Que venham as lágrimas de alegria,
Os dias de euforia,
Tua pele sedosa,
As promessas de puro
Estranho amor;

Que venham as dores,
E novos amores,
Ingênuo navegar
Por águas desconhecidas;

Que venham os risos de outrora,
As lembranças vividas,
As loucuras perdidas!

Que venham os sonhos!
E que partam as mágoas…


Midnight’s spell

Midnight fell, in a saturday night –
I saw you there, we were miles apart,
Bright snowlike face in a fiery red,
“I like how you laugh”, I said,
Your smile was a work of art,
My hands on your waist
They looked so right,
Time went by, you were dancing with someone else,
There, I could tell,
You broke the midnight’s spell


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Bright Star, by John Keats

Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art –
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like Nature’s patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth’s human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors –
No – yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow’d upon my fair love’s ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever – or else swoon to death.

Bright Star, John keats

Where to begin? This is a marvelous piece. From the first to the last line it has a wonderful tone, when it begins “Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art – Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night” you just feel this will be something to remember. It has such power, such brilliance. The rhymes are soft, easily read, and yet are not simple.  Then it goes “And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like Nature’s patient, sleepless eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task”. The moving waters at their priestlike task has to be my favorite line, followed closely by the last two “Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, And so live ever – or else swoon to death.”

Reading Keats is a constant reminder that I have a long, long way to go.

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If Only

If only your voice I could hear,
And whisper words in your ear,
If only your body I could feel,
And slowly your warm yearn,

If only your eyes I could see,
And in their infinity ramble,
If only your hands I could hold,
And in their softness wander,

If only your love I could feel,
And my heart slowly heal,
If only your face I could touch,
And softly in your lips find me,

If only you,
Lost yourself in me,
And my love withhold,
If only you,
Loved me,
As much as the world could hold…

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About comics

One thing I did with pleasure when I was young was reading comic books: mostly marvel and disney. I looked forward to the day they came in with so much gusto that I finished all comics as soon as I got them (I don’t exactly remember how many of them came, maybe 10-12 of them combined). Time passed and comics became too expensive, so eventually I stopped (This was before the wonders of internet came into play, so I didn’t have that alternative). Looking back, that was the starting point that connected me to everything about writing. Some people are fast about dismissing comics as literature or a good read, but I tell you something: would you be capable of creating a brand that stood for over 50 years? That’s what marvel (and other famous and non-famous ones did). Writes change, that is true, and some arcs and stories are beyond the realm of common sense. Nevertheless, there are some great ones. Ones that can make you cry as much as you did watching “The Green Mile” or “Bridges of Madison County” (And I know you did). Some that can make you as excited as when you watched “The Avenger” (the movie) or any of the Lord of The Rings movies. And some that would make you scream in rage and want to beat the paint out of one fictional character. And the characters are awesome. How many characters from comics (and I don’t mean only the superheros type) have stood out and became legends? It is hard to talk about Batman and not remember Alfred (or about Iron Man and not remember Jarvis), or Spider-Man and forget about Aunt May. I wish I had written any one of those characters. They are fantastic. They are what every writer wants to create.

So, next time you are quick to dismiss a comic book influence, look back and think: Is there not a single lesson you can take from them? I know I have, even though time passed and I no longer feel the same love for them as I did in the past. And I didn’t even get to the merit of some of the most serious ones (like worldwide success The Walking Dead). To me, every type of literature that tells a story is worth reading, even if it came in form of a Graphic novel or comicbook.

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