this is definitely not a poem, not even a "nice" one

first you feel wronged
then you feel utterly betrayed
then ignored, disrespected, made fun of
and just at that exact moment when you want to break the silence and scream and tear down the walls, and....and....and....
WHAT DO YOU DO?
do you keep quiet?
If yes, then shut the fuck up and drink this up! And when you finish smile and pretend you even enjoyed it.

Chain events

I live in the moment comma full stop
THAT is my life

Saudade

a minha???
ja nao tem mais tamanho
So existe e me tortura.

memoria de amor (Gloria)

Es la musica que tu estabas tocando. La musica y tu voz, éste sonido del pasado.
Y allí...empiezo viajar dentro de mis memorias y quiero encontrar-te de nuevo.
Pero encontrar-te de verdad, mirar en tus ojos, sentir el calor de tu voz en mis orejas, tocar-te como cuando tu me estabas tocando, allí en el pasado, dentro de mis memorias.
Espera y por favor no te vayas, no quiero olvidar-te.
Hasta luego amiga mia.

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I..... 13-09-09

I do not write poetry
I do not know how to
I write at the same time as I feel
and I feel constantly
I feel everything

and I can feel this as well
the pain when I am not with you
and the pain when I am with you

you gave me this and I am guarding it
moulding it into laughter
to fool you and myself
to be together without pain

counting down
the days
until
the pain only remains
because I can not fool him

01-12-09.02-16

It's the silence, the words she is afraid to utter, the truth he doesn't want to admit.
And it all goes on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on.................................