sábado, julho 12, 2014

Fairy Tale (to H.)

ahermin @DeviantArt

You're taught
that you'll know
when you meet him. 

And do not doubt
that it will happen; 
Fate works in mysterious ways. 

It may not be love at first sight. 
You may find him boring, 
plain, not that smart.

But alcohol will also work its ways
and you'll find yourself drawn to him
to his voice, to his yourness. 

He did not come by horse
and has a hard time finding his car
but you suspect that may be him. 

And if you're still not sure, 
Fate will slap you in the heart
with a random meeting in a busy street.

So you give in to Fate
and say: "Fate, here I am,
do with me as you please."

I was lost, and now I'm found
I was sad, and now am happy
I was me, and now I'm nothing."

And Fate smiles, and holds your hand,
Caresses your hair and whispers in your ear:
"How could you ever doubt me?

Were you not taught
that you would know
when you met him?

Here he is
Ripe for the picking,

The man that will break your heart."

SG, 12.7.14, London

The Birds and the Bees

Villasukka @DeviantArt

Some say
I am old enough to know better
And should not follow the first bird song
Into the river of tears.

I say,
Fuck you.
I don't care for birds, neither for their songs
Because I've learned to whistle for myself.

Some say,
It was about time to get myself a bird
Put him in a cage, be a proud bird owner,
Do what other girls my age do.

I say,
No way.
I spread my wings onto my freedom
My flock flies with me, and no cage can stop us.

Some say,
Metaphors are poetry's beauty
Never say what you feel,
And the world will remember you.

I say,
Too late.
I wear my heart in my sleeve
And the birds keep nibbling on it.

SG, London, 7.14

terça-feira, abril 15, 2014

The Bacon of Sorrow

it's not like I like you like you
but I got so used to you being around
talking about nonsense 
into the no sense hours of the morning
(your name flashing into my locked screen
a smile flashing into my locked face) 

it's not like I like you like you
but life with you around looks
a tiny bit brighter
and I find the most interesting random things
that you don't seem to mind hearing about 
and I can see your smile in your typos

it's not like I like you like you
but you're always so random 
when you talk to me
quick to put me out of my feet, 
make me look and think about things 
I would rather let buried somewhere inside me
with a big heavy tombstone on top. 

it's not like I like you like you
and that's why 
I'm not sure 
what kind of emotional hole

is all this cinnamon cake supposed to fill.

LoftheV, 15.4.14, London 

domingo, março 24, 2013


I'm coming to that time in my life
When my nightmares are more comforting
Than my real life. 

Falling into the abyss or
being naked in public 
are nothing compared to the 
obnoxious monotony of daily life;
of superficial friends, delay fees, 
of the rush and busy that make it impossible to just stop
and look to the stars 
(unless you're on a romantic date, but that's another dread)

In my nightmares I'm powerless, but I can open my eyes, 
make a note on my dream notebook, 
roll over, have another one. 

In life, things remain as they are 
- no psychoanalysis necessary. 

Is this the sign of being a grown up? 
When one longs at night to ride nightmares into oblivion? 

SG, 8.1.13

segunda-feira, maio 07, 2012

Happy Birthday Shakespeare!

I was 10, it was my birthday, and was in the middle of a severe case of food poisoning (been in bed for just short of a week), when my godmother offered me a bilingual version of "Romeo and Juliet". I've heard about it, and have seen some japanese animation based on it on some random Saturday morning, but that was the first time I read it. Not in English, but still. My first contact with Shakespeare, the real thing. Weeks after I have a vague recollection of retelling the story, over excited, to some friends at Sunday school. And I was the only 11 year old that could spell correctly the surname. Shakespeare. Shakespeare. William Shakespeare.

I wanted to be a writer then. A few years later, a film director. At high school, a playwright. Saw "Shakespeare in Love" with my best friend, both went obsessing about Renaissance English for the good part of school years. We found the Wordsworth editions of the works in a near bookshop, about 3 euros each, and started buying it. My first one was "Anthony and Cleopatra". Reading it in the original was very, very hard. "Thou", "thee", "says't" are not exactly the kind of things you learn about in English class, but our teacher was kind and took some minutes after class to explain to me and my friend what they meant.

My most magical moment related to Shakespeare is from those times. We found out that "The complete works of William Shakespeare in 97 minutes" was showing at the city theatre, one night only. It was sold out. But we still convinced our parents (we were both 15) that we would get tickets, and off we went, two hours before show, hoping for someone to give up.

Twenty minutes before show, it looked hopeless. Loads of people were around, waiting to enter, and me and my friend sitting in the cold steps leading to the entrance, looking gloomy. We started to consider, what if there was only one ticket spare? Which of us "deserved" it more? People waved tickets in front of our teenage noses, not knowing the temptation they were causing in our usually very honest minds.

Everyone entered. We knew we would have to call someone to pick us up, and go home, defeated. But none of us could gather the strength to do it.

And we heard a voice. 

Someone saying, "we should try to return these two tickets then". 

Apparently a girl fallen sick, and her friend went with her to the hospital. Which meant, me and my friend went in. Saw it. Loved it. And came out true bardolaters. 

I'm in London now, making use of my very own lost years. Almost half the books I have in my room are about Shakespeare, or his times. He feels like home, something to clean up my mind from the bad things of the world. 

And in the corner of my desk, my skull smiles. 

terça-feira, março 27, 2012

A insustentável leveza do blogger para iPhone

Sim, finalmente um app útil para actualizar este monte de coisas desactualizadas que para aqui andam! It's been too long interspace!!

domingo, dezembro 25, 2011