The Last Dance

The beat stopped
My feet aren’t moving any more
The music is off
And you turn away

My eyes froze as I see you leaving the floor
My arms still carry the shape of your body
Yet you are not in them
I´m like a frame that lost its picture

The floor is still now
There is no movement
There is no life

I still remember that music
That sound, that beat
As if that was the beat of my heart
That I needed desperately to live

I remember the joy, the happiness
That smile, that made me go on
That trust, that still makes me go on

If a wish, could be granted to me...
I wish I could dance with you again.

Dedicado a: A quem poderia ser, se não tu? Que me levas-te a tantos sitios, que me trouxes-t enovas emoções para experimentar. Que me fizes-te subir degraus que nunca pensei vir a subir! Sim tu, de quem eu sempre me lembro quando ouço aquela valsa, aquele tango, aquele quickstep... Desculpa se alguma vez te magoei. O teu sempre amigo e par (nos momentos que queiras que eu o seja, para ti... Raquel.

Lost Without Knowing

Fallen mirror, shattered glass
Black doubt, uncertain destiny
Left by the shore by unwilling waters
Spoken words, whispered to the void

Nothing seems to fit right
Everything seems so difficult and strange
In vain you struggle
For wanted dreams
Dreams of someone else
Dreams of someone’s life

Hidden in words, hidden in exuberance
You don’t need all of that, but that you don’t know
And it seems that you’ll never learn it

I leave you a blood rose
Blood for the struggle
Rose for the broken dreams
I leave a blood rose.

Venice

Players: music please

Let the ball begin
Let the music smoothes you all
Let it take you to the lifeless floor
Dance my guests, dance

Hold your masks well fitted into your faces
Hide away your pride, hide away your prejudice
Fall into the deadly net of life
While you dance, dance

Stranger guests in my house
Stanger presence that calls for me
You dance like others and yet so differently
So you think!
Don't be afraid with my gaze
I'm not hiding on prejudice, nor in happiness
Dance stranger, dance

Your mask intrigues me
Your light violet feathers
Your purple vest, swinging as you move
Dance stranger, dance

Lonely are your moves
And such mask so tight, so... hard
People ignore you as you continue to dance
I see you my stranger
Dancing and dancing
But know one thing: your mask will fall
Eventually, surely it will
Although, you may choose how it should fall
And to whom it should

I am your host, my sweet stranger
I will not dance without invitation
I will not let my mask down
Not until everyone has leaving
You want to see what is behind this mask
To see what the world has shaped?
But this mask won’t fall
Not this one.
For that you'll have to wait
Until the end of the ball
Shall I save a dance for us then?

Dedicado a: por muitos nomes que te reconheces José é um deles

My Birthday

I’ll not thank you for what you’ve done

Because I know you done it for love

I know I shouldn’t, but I miss you

I miss your embrace when I’m on my bed

I miss your farewell when I leave home

I know I should go on, but how can I

When I know what I miss

It is true; there is no point on loving a void

But is that void that reminds me of you

And how can I forget you

How can I, when I owe you more than my life

I owe you my love, I owe you my being

I know I shouldn’t say that

I know I shouldn’t write that

But how can I stop it?

Tell me how, teach me how

How can I go on, how can I keep on going

When without you I feel so lost

I miss you, I miss you mom.

Fallen Star

I look to above
See the void from which I fell
See the dark spot, that absence my light

From there I saw you
From there I dare to wish you
But stars can not wish
And I can not have you

For a star shines alone
Nurish life on others.

I bring love to others
Bearing none to myself.

Orchard of Mines

I thought to wright something, a poem to be along with this song, to tell what I feel when I ear it, but nothing seems to come in words, only in feelings that I can not to put in a poem, feelings that arenot understanded by the complexity of language. So I leave here for you, the song that I most love untill now.
Hope you will like it as much I love.

Shards of Life

Traped soul in an unwanted body
Existing being, trailing paths he never choose
Nothing comes right, my vision is blurred.
Hope has abandon me, I can't see the light, I can't live a dream.
Shatter into pieces, left in the floor of an old house.
This dark words, meaning to me, they have not
But sure for someone, they will have.
In that I rely my hopes. For that I earn to be true.

So long gone: Lost Poet

Endless Night

No reason to live
No meaning to be
No purpose to exist
Life ended to me
When I haven't found you
In my oldest dream

So now and forever
I'll always be here
In the sorrow of mine
So lost love, forgoten
In the lands of ice
Where Once I stod by, having you by my side

So I am here
Without hope and dreams
Forever, my heart
Lost in the dark, cold of the night

Lost Poet

Nemo

This is the one , the one without a name, the one forever alone

Lost in the void of himself, hiden in words that even he doesn't hold the meaning.

No life is too short for him, for is only short for the happy ones

Entangled in chains of the past, live his life without reason

Love is the only thing he'll never get; void is the only thing he'll ever feel

He is the one, the one inside me. Living insted of dyeing, reaping the emptiness under my flesh.

This one is not he, but yes, it is me.

Forever gone, Lost Poet

I’m the presence you feel at night
The absence you feel during the day
The touch you sense at night
The distance you sense during the day

If you ask me which do I prefer? This I will tell you:

I like the night, because it is when I can feel you under me, like a sea of flames burning mi desire.

I like the day, cause is when your image sting my eyes, like thorns made of poison.

This same venom that intoxicate me during the dark cold night, the same night that I use to hunt you like a slaving dog, protecting the master.

The same dog that have afraid of what the light may reveal of himself, and so stares in the distance to the spring of his existence.

Existence that gain meaning in the cold wet night, when once more the dog rise to meet his reason of being, to protect it, to care for it. Like a solitary guardian, masked with a sphinx look keeping the mysteries in the tomb.

Tomb, in which I dwelt, during the day, seeing you through a grasp of light, which allows me to see what others, can see.
And what I see... Is the meaning of being, the reason of my own existence. The “meant to be” of my life.

If with all of this I still haven’t answered your question, than know this.
I like both because both make me feel alive, and more important, knowing that I care for you make me feel ... alive.

Lost Poet