Clock

That old sloppy clock,
Forgotten over the dusty fireplace,
Doesn't tick-tack anymore.
On its rusty arms,
Forever frozen in a single moment,
Time does not exist.
Time does not matter
For the old clock.
Its face's still shining portentously:
Just a fancy decoration to the plain white wall
But it is now useless,
It doesn't tick-tack anymore.
It is rusty, empty,
Hollow.

2.54 cm

Red lights dance around me
As feelings revolve inside
So vertiginously it makes me sick.
And you are standing there,
a mere couple of inches away.
So close I could touch your hands
(So close I could touch your hands!)

My heart throws itself on the vortex
Dissolves away into the flashing lights
Drops stunned on the dirty floor,
Like a drunkard who never knows when to stop
Only to find himself in the desolate,
Lonely state of rejected shit
Thrown up in the dance floor.

But you,
You are still standing there
A mere couple of inches away
So close I could touch your hands!

Tempo

Meu eu de ontem disse pra mim

Oh, meu caro amanhã sempre feio

Quem me dera poder ser assim

Feito soneto que erra no fim

Eu de pronto rimei na canção

Meu desprezo do ontem razão

Meu desejo que um dia verão 

O lamento que dele me veio

Meu futuro sorriu encantado

Com orgulho dos passos já dados

Do caminho sofrido encontrado

Dos amores que sempre anseio

De começo no tempo eu errei

Já no metro inverti o refrão 

Sei que hoje esse meu coração 

Bate ontem, o amanhã que já veio

Música

E disse Deus "faça-se a música"
E assim fez-se Deus.

Além

Caminhamos

Seguindo passos já trilhados.
Aventuramo-nos por vias outrora percorridas
E, mesmo assim,
Somos capazes de chegar mais longe.
Longe, longe - cada vez mais longe.
Até onde? Não há limites:
O mundo é vasto demais,
E a vida, curta demais.
(Não desperdice tempo.)

Big blue eyes

Big blue eyes and a bald head:
A broken heart struggling to be mended.
There are some things we will never understand.
(There are some things that will never fade away.)

Big blue eyes, a bald head
And a broken heart overflowing love.

A broken heart full of love!

(Somehow, in Life's mysterious ways,

Some packages have to be completely torn apart
To fully reveal the gifts they hide inside.)

Crystal angels

Tiny little flocks fall from the sky:
It's the first snow of the year.
"Are you ready?"
As I reply affirmatively,
A host of angels rush after me.
Suddenly Ryokan comes to my mind
And in that very moment
I can grasp the extent
Of his immeasurable foolishness;
Of his boundless Enlightenment.
As clear as snow
And as warm as my heart.