The document is a collection of poetic reflections on love, longing, and heartache, expressing the deep emotional pain caused by separation and unrequited affection. It explores various themes such as the complexities of relationships, the anguish of solitude, and the bittersweet nature of memories. Through metaphors and vivid imagery, the author conveys the struggle between desire and despair, as well as the enduring hope for connection amidst suffering.

1. 1 The dream of being a poet
2 Iceberg
Such is the love between the us is so exciting to hear your voice I do not know how he became
so far so I do not know whether by you or me. Sometimes I compare this love to a huge iceberg
floating on the high seas beyond the horizon that the scorching sun melts slowly, that every
drop that goes down the more age, the more it heats up more will consume, because when
more drops falling it decreases to be consumed once. So is our love every hurt that happens
every tear that falls he falls, he is consumed and gradually disappears.
3 Longing for tears
The days I'm wanting to write something and I can not, sometimes I think he wanted to die with
you because today all alone I feel unprotected like a bird that came out of a cage running
aimlessly singing to himself as if he were in the desert, under scorching sun in the open without
a nest for protection from the heat, or a companion to give you affection and love. Right now I'm
so hard punished by life with his chest full of pain, as if he had done a great sin by giving him
love. Everything in life has a price, starts and has an end, and today I am suffering for you to be
away from me, is not news to anyone that I'm paying the price charged by happiness, not with
money but with tears of longing.
4 As a leafy tree
When I think that I played in my dejected and dispirited corner
while the world out there having fun, recrimino me for living well
stagnant, stuck in time, disillusioned, and sad, totally inert
and the stubborn'lágrima pouring into my red eye from crying
is a warning sign that makes me wake up. So get up, wash
my face I look in the mirror, adjust my graying hair
and send a message to the longing that insists hurt
... The more you bother me, as much as my heart tighten
you can not stop me from living, can not .With the last message
me relief, rejuvenesço
go out to the street walking will wonder for life is good and I also deserve.
I am like a leafy tree to become dangerous has its branches
pruned but remains with its trunk standing firm as rock
How would the propaganda card, almost everything money can buy,
but life my friend or my friend, life
ah this is priceless;

2. 5 false happiness
I wanted to believe in you, want to believe in love, I wanted to feel happiness pounding in my
chest instead of this immense pain that seems to have no cure, and the hurt that way almost
drive me crazy. I wish it were sincere smile you smile, but now I see that he was also false,
since even that you lied. Falseastes kissing and affection, words and gestures and your
greatest virtue was to be gone leaving me here alone. My outburst may seem rude and mean,
but actually today I am so bitter, this is the result of what you did. But know that even so this
time when my soul is still in mourning if you solve appear suddenly asking me new opportunity
will be glad to give you forgiveness just to live a little more of this false happiness.
6 protecting angel
You see me in a different way, with a pair of imaginary wings, like your guardian angel,
accompanying all your daily jog, do not know why, you may love how you feel. I know of your
sleepless nights and bitterness, know their days of joys and adventures, I know all of your pain
and its various loves. I'm like your memory room where has registered its entire history, with its
defeats and victories. I'm like a diary pages turned that knows everything about his past life and
is waiting for the new journey report. I am almost everything, but I'm nothing, I'm not your love, I
am just your guardian angel
7 woman
Woman, divine being of angelic beauty, of all the works of God, perhaps the main. In the role of
mother, wife or daughter she shines in the heart of every man. For more wicked that he is, he
bends his knees before any of them and kiss them. Woman, with or without beauty, with the
lightness of his movements, with their moments of desires, with caresses or kisses, or even just
understanding it controls the scene, doubles the man and his wickedness. Like a conductor it
rules the universe.
8 Death Row
After you left already I am no longer the same as my mind wanders aimlessly others' to
everything that is happening around despising the day, ignoring the cold dawn, traveling in
space, stepping in this, one step of the future, dipped in the middle of the recent past; now right
now is no different, I am free but my freedom is worthless because without you my soul is
condemned to live in the death row prisoner darkness of this love so strong, this passion so
violent that gradually breaks my heart with pain this longing.

3. 9 The wisdom of God
God in his wisdom created the heavens created the earth, made the night made the day. For
the night made the moon, the sun made for the day, as did the elegant woman, but the man did
arrogant. The sun brought the heat to warm the planet, the moon with its light brought love,
peace harmony, woman with her beauty and joy in her womb brought creates. But the man with
his arrogance brought hatred and greed that became the terror and war and today destroy
heaven and earth.
10 What do you want from me?
If I stand beside her you shoos me, expelled me, if I put against calls me an idiot, says that for
me has repulsion, not know what you woman, when expelled me, but I know that time passes
and moves on no return, then it's no use to repent. Is not no use crying ask forgiveness trying to
resume what happened between us, because in the future there will be happy and radiant, safe
in the arms of another passion
11 A different feel
I feel that I have a great emptiness inside, a different feel. It's like my insides are taken by a big
black hole and my soul was missing. It happened so suddenly a mixture of cold and heat, of a
sad joy, mixing hatred and love, an alarming agitation distorted by an inherent calm. Is it more
than the destination ready, am I again he disappoint me preaching another piece. All I know is
that there is much left to be a seed because it was this that turned me on fruit, then or am I
insane, or simply have not died and I realized that my spirit this mourning.
12 Sakineh
Sakineh regret his condemnation to death, and the many that just as you are doomed to the
same fate. Convicted of worship ancient customs laws imposing the people horrendous
punishments. I can do nothing against his sacrifice, for I am layman am not of the office, and
even run the four corners of the planet this verse a single pen will not change the universe as
the always cruel and petty world does not care about any one which was condemned, whatever
be man or woman he always ends up dying alone.
13 The drink
I hear the clink of coins in my pocket, are the latest I have left, but I spent them even being
stuck in this dungeon of suffering, stuck to you, shackled by the manacles of memories. The
hopes, those are the last to die, they were buried with you for a long time. My punishment is still

4. alive know that spending each currency in what sucks ... Drink. Drink to forget you, but I can
not, so drink as it is only what I have left.
14 falsehood
I am alive because breathe But if breath is sadness because if life is so full of beauty is for
others and not for me, The little joy that I appear not merely false, learned with age, but the
sorrow I carry is thing rooted in the depths of the soul to take with me from an early youth.
15 despair
Screaming in my soul despair, screaming coasted by loneliness, because he lives alone my
poor heart, the same that was once brave, and chickened out not all of a sudden desperation
Screaming for help, for my soul agony is about to succumb. Screams looking for a remedy for
the cure of this boredom, a remedy that give me back the joy of living. Screams desperation,
screaming loudly, so maybe someone hear you and come to our rescue.
16 The essence of this moment
Oh sweet life because I want you to never me of what I expect of you, always me of what I do
not ask. I'll leave without goodbye without farewell, do not expect my return because their
values are not mine. The loves angariei oh my life are my only, never are your oh sweet life I'm
leaving because I got tired of suffering, until today was survived by pure devotion, was much for
innocence. Have oh sweet goodness life to respect the will of my heart and swear to me my
dear that you will respect the essence of this moment, because that's all I ask of you.
17 A regular guy
In the crowd I'm just another face any, an ordinary guy walking alone. But in her woman's heart
am absolute, even when they do not know, but while you're loving me I am your king and the
castle of my heart you are the queen and of all the women of this city without a doubt it is you
who governs my happiness . Between us no room for nostalgia, because even distant our love
increases every moment, and nothing can prevent the sun to rise and the moon to appear, so
nothing can prevent the passion between us grow and move on, for I am more than your ruler,
I'm more than a friend. I'm your lover and follow his footsteps is not out of jealousy, which is
indulged in her scent, in her perfume and always want the warmth of my arms.

5. 18 empty promises
It's hard to live with longing every day for this love I beg you, do not lie to me or make me empty
promises. I swear I'll try to understand whatever their truth, because I need to know if you have
the intention of voltar.Se not tell me now and move on, but know that even yourself you will
always be remembered as the woman who crossed my path leaving behind a trace of longing,
love and affection.
19 Just thinking
Just thinking about you I want you, just imagine you naked I want to rub my skin on your, the
thought of your soft mouth remember the day you were to the moon with the flavor of a kiss.
Just thinking about you the way I think gives me the certainty that a great love explodes in my
chest, because just think of you from January to December.
20 In the solitude of the lap
With strides way down the avenue that borders the sea not bother me walking alone in the
darkness of night and the strong wind from the beach and harvest my face are the bitter
thoughts that involve me in momentary longing A collection of old scenes many of unbridled
passion some fights of little importance, but left our relationship scratched so let myself feel the
salty taste of tears face down I feel entitled to a cry of despair of pain, but I do not because I
lack strength to do so already that much I can hardly change the step now Gradually recover
me and comforted me after all if I'm in the solitude of the cervix is not his fault not lost her to
another man who ended up with this huge passion was a much stronger enemy who took you
away was death.
21 first Image
I am in your hands at your disposal for today is you who commands my heart All the love that
he feels this exploding in my chest causing me to some fear it to burst so much passion
between us Is that normal in between other couples or exaggerate in loving too will we be so
lacking so I need you and you need me to let that passion look like as crazy as uncontrolled
burning you occupies all my spaces came with everything I do Even far is like being wrapped in
my arms watching me in all my steps You are my last thought at night when my mind falls
asleep in my dream this when it happens and is the first image I have when my eyes open for
the day dawns

6. 22 undecided
Still undecided continues the mystery This case became so serious that now all I do is travel in
space between the stars scouring every inch of infinite Seeking your beautiful smile and the
light of his eyes to see if they are the same as in my dreams I see shining more brightly when I
hold you and kiss you because only his voice no longer feeds more my desire so try to find it for
now as we speak more much more than just listen to his speech I need to see her need to
touch it because you are the only path that can take me to paradise so I'm looking for your face
so distressed her beautiful smile somewhere in this vast infinity.
23 Lonely and nest
The rain falling on the roof peaking in wet cement as a song breaking the silence of the night
and I agreed with no one here beside me only a cigarette in hand This is the picture of my
solitude The drops that fall are not rain water are her eyes in heaven crying for me knocking her
tears on my window was not your fault broke suddenly taking the love that existed between us.
And here I stand alone like a trapped bird in a cage Lonely and without nest
24 Apple of my eye
Have not found you do not even got you, but no longer want to lose her You look all day,
because I want to see her Why you changed my street in street walking script looking
somewhere a picture that your yet you do not even met you won and I'm so crazy with a lump in
my throat heaving chest in fear of losing it, because I fell in love so I'm so restless because you
are the artwork of my project you are the apple of my eyes and anywhere they look the images
they gather belong to you
25 this pain
The abandonment of my bed feel the heart ache in the chest. A pain that has no cure and has
lasted for some time but is not needed medicine. It seems like I'm a stray dog that barks at
random and aimlessly lost in the bitterness of the street looking for someone that you love and
care for I am too poor and alone in my waiting as well. The pain that hurts now needs no
remedy because it's a different pain. It's pain of those who miss is violent passion of pain. This
pain is of those who can not bear to live with the boredom of loneliness. This pain that hurts
now, the pain of this moment is a pain that has no cure as hard since the day we parted and
you went away leaving me into oblivion.

7. 26 My Dream Pet
Are you already part of me, it's my favorite dream my favorite fantasy occupies all the spaces of
my mind during the day and the night when my body rests in silent and quiet bed in a deep
sleep my soul wanders the four corners of the world Your Search walk the moon Sweep every
shining star that brightens the dark night of this immense endless blue searching for your
beautiful and attractive smile face because only then with you before me with both of us face to
face I find peace as you want and feel someone But again awakening is cruel and merciless
suddenly brings me back the painful reality of solitude where I am and ready step from heaven
to hell in a suffering that seems to have no end seems to be eternal because I no longer stand
alone anymore so needy Helpless and unprotected shrunk like a wounded animal knowing that
the only remedy to alleviate the pain are the few hours of sleep when I changed into its owner
to dream about the two of us making love in a brief moment of happiness.
27 Successes of the moment
The desire burns like embers and leaves the effervescent blood in my veins. I even think that
within my breast there is no heart pounding but a crackling bonfire. Gain the street and mentally
catch me singing famous songs that are hits of the moment even reciting poems in prose and
poetry, watching the flowers and admiring the roses. Do not care about the movement of people
who come and go past me engrossed in the world because deep down I have only one goal. I
move on at a slow pace because I want to absorb all the beautiful moments before my meeting
because when I get to my destination will be ready to involve her in my arms my face and
thereafter'll just have eyes and be alive just for you Jussara.
28 Orchestra birds
The night is silent mutes the moon sadly says goodbye and disappears Imposing sun comes so
suddenly takes his place in space and as a conductor governs the orchestra of birds with their
melodies awaken the world to the day dawns So the day born routine is not maybe I find what
my heart wants and at the next corner I bump in love transformed into a woman So when the
sun makes his retreat among the stars and the moon shining return from his tour shone
intensely because you are happy with my happiness.
29 There was one day
There was a day when you read me a poem that stirred the pride of my bravery You said to me
that life is so beautiful that it was worth I fight for it and you know that the fall I took impressed
me so much and still hurts me but that I should continue because I am strong I am a hero at
least agree on one point because you spoke with Jesus and his cross is before looking into

8. their eyes listening to his voice absorbing its light I gradually understood because He gave his
life for us Oh thank me reanimo strengthen me follow my journey on this knowing that between
me and you never will be nothing I will never you'll never be mine because this realm I'm not the
king'm just the people you're the queen
30 go away
If you think so far so if you have not like me anymore then walk away but go now leverages the
door is open but go soon because the longing already hold me and I do not want you to see me
crying because it is so bad to know that my tears are rolling by someone who did not even this
loving me Besides not want pity want to at least have the freedom to enjoy alone the pain of
nostalgia remembering the good moments you with your movements gave himself body and
soul feeling the real heat You love poured sweat like you're burning in hell and screamed vows
of eternal love Go away take your feelings and leave me here alone with my Go away goodbye.
31 prison
End of October November coming light has passed almost a year and here I am alone in
solitude watching the world through a window living as if you were locked up in a prison cell
How long will it wait for the Divine law of forgiveness and me absolve me so severe punishment
if all you did was love of passion you just wanted to have it with me because dreamed of being
happy today suffer more than the average detainee and that in reality did not practice any crime
if he wanted to steal his heart was not out of spite I just needed a little happiness
32 Everything is sad
Why is it that the town is deserted without you, why is it that wherever I go and you're not all is
sad and beauty that will be.
The parish church, cinema the stool of the square they have seen me happy today live without
grace because you are not.
In every street I step has saved a space, a space that is yours.
The nostalgia is not my inteirinho is the city that has not forgotten you.
Even the moon so high today is darker and there are people who swear that she cries too miss.
33 In the same routine
They spend the months pass years and here I am always in the same routine lamenting my fate
Sometimes I feel like an undecided boy took a zero in history class because they think the
worst student in school, do not lie if I say that in this life I compare to a beggar because from
Monday to Sunday at random way through the streets of my memory rolling in garbage cans

9. mental happiness remains feeding me the leftovers that memories give .A man shot squeezed
me against the wall by the weight of the world bearing alone dying of thirst plunged into a river
of tears swimming in the midst of ancient history that does not move more the mill but ultimately
leading always to an ocean called loneliness
34 My worst enemy
Step nights spend hours step times like now immersed in the world of imagination trying to seek
memories of a past that is gone and has not returned any fact Anything printed in memory a
simple portrait of a common scene no matter what I see as long as it something of my ancient
history because I do not want to open the door for what came to making friend and now shows
his face as my worst enemy and punish me in a way that makes my heart ache in his chest so
abuse because of memories refuse to receive it and hope that comfort is knowing that one day
the loneliness gets tired and will go elsewhere.
35 Mommy Dearest
Everything'm all do honesty simplicity applause by the success the consolation failure by the
first word given the will to struggle for life the first steps all these I owe a dear person a good
soul a woman who always suffered remained calm even when sick and that's gone a while
leaving the pain of longing chest of many people but still fulfills its role well and sail my steps
because of some sky window she spreads her hands and gives protection to me and the my
brothers for when one of us stumbles on the way of life and is about to drop it supports up to
and carries the arms so I write this message and pay a small tribute to that which gave me life
and never left me alone is so thank heart and with love to my dear little mother.
36 The sweetness of honey
On the lips the sweetness of honey,
eyes the brightness of the stars of heaven,
skin the softness of velvet,
on the floor elegance says it all.
It is with this woman I do my trip
the world of dreams and fantasy.
With it already gave laps around the sun,
I have visited the moon, I've been on Mars,
Finally've been everywhere
but to me the dream that marked deeper
I can not forget

10. was the one who made the world
pleasure with you naked sharing with me
una of the bed under the same sheet.
Too bad the dawn took away
my happiness he commanded the sun to wake me
to the reality of the day that has just been born.
37 Ballet Valentines
The soft ballet memories of his naked body over mine, mixing the moans of pleasure between
you and me feed my hopes of find it again, and to stay face to face, look deep in your eyes to
know from you what still feel, for the love I have for you is still alive, not dead yet, even if you do
not want me still belongs to you, it is still yours. I do not know the reason for his departure since
you went away without even a goodbye, but I swear I will not charge anything of past events, I
just want to be happy on your side with you reliving our ballet, ballet Valentine.
38 Cry for you
I will not cry for you
I am tired of suffering
I will change my destiny
I will not cringe in the corner
regretting my luck
I will not cry for you
no longer will
bring down my tears
by someone
you do not want me
However
as the longing
strong in my chest hurts
I can not stay sosinho
so if you want to forget you
the way is to seek care
in the arms of another woman
39 How is it possible?
How is it possible to dream of you, have you both like, if you do not know you, never seen your
rosto.Como is possible a passion growing between us if our link is only a phone and sound
voz.de one voz.As formal conversations become banal and the space between them decreased

11. demais.Sua engaging voice touches the depths of my soul and then she is free to love
novamente.Como is possible to feel the taste of your kisses, feel the urge, because only talked
but never see him. how is it possible to have both taste about to see the excitement and the
passion stamped on his face, because there is nothing between us but the sound of his
40 a second
A second is a time where anything can happen tudo.suficiente this time to break down my
mundo.Por a second non watched his rosto.amarguei frustration and desgosto.Te searched for
days and days,, scoured every corner looking for her smile, her charm, but it was like looking
for a needle in a haystack, or your face or your smell, anything from you, so the grief, despair, a
second and would be your lado.Talvez not speak to him, but we two face to face now would be
a good time, it would be something, would be like an old dream of mine to take place.
41 recent dream
Wanted to talk about my dreams but this is almost impossible for thousands of dreams I had
just keep in mind, some were totally absurd and crazy could never accomplish. I had only a
golden dream it was to love and be loved, a very common dream, to have someone on my side
to be my companion to exchange affection. But when I felt quiet since lived in blissful
destination found a way to change my way taking away my love and now live sosinho. So my
recent dream is planted in a piece of ground but will only sprout from seed when I sleep the
sleep of death because with a little luck I'll wake up next to the woman who still love passion.
42 My soul still cries
Lord pain that I carry is not transferable, the cross is mine is impossible to put it on the
shoulders of someone else. Perhaps revolt what I feel, but do not deny or lie when I say it all
started when I lost the love of my dear wife. My life turned inside out in since then, is a
stumbling after another because I have difficulties walking sosinho, I miss their company, their
affection, their pampering, the long years we slept side by side, even the moments we
discussed and fought as a result of the small problems of everyday life. His untimely death has
shaken my structure because it was my foundation and its lack still exerts tremendous pressure
on me. Assure you sir that today I am so appearing calm leaving my luck in the hand of fate is
because my tears dried up and no longer has the strength to wet my mourning, but my soul still
mourns the loss of that love that one day left.
43 Crying in the solitude of the shoulder
Sometimes the will to live leaves and let me thus weighed down like a wounded bird that can
not fly, totally groggy as a boxer who can no longer assimilate incoming blows ready to go

12. knockout with the final blow that will make me kiss the canvas. For months I'm so hurt, fallen
under the rubble of my life in ruins, crying in solitude shoulders until reanimo me, rise up again
heal the wounds and go among the people join to people who are proud to fight for their lives,
after all everyone has a certain quota in life, both for the victory and to defeat and we will never
have the joy stamped in the face by a losing battle if you do not feel the taste and the sadness
of a lost battle.
44 Where are you black diva
Where do you this diva black Where are you black diva, where is you baby? Did you aware that
their absence involves me in the silence of dawn cold and makes me sick because my heart
pain caused by abuse longing that erodes my thoughts slowly and destroys the good times of
my life since you left me dear walking sosinho this avenue called loneliness. I am almost crazy
and the medicine I need to cure this madness is not for sale, it is useless to search for it is
composed first with a bit of her perfume of her scent, then the smile on his face, the way you
look, the warmth of your desire and to give a certain taste the taste of your kiss. In fact to cure
my longing I need to be near you diva, the only remedy able to cure this boredom, you the only
one able to keep alive my happiness ..
45 What am I?
I'm everything I am nothing, I am old boy, I'm dumb speaking, I am a hole in the world, I am a
bottomless pit, I am the barbed wire tied string, I am old I am modern, I'm deadly am eternal, I
am the friend am the rival, I am innocent danger, we'm am animal, sugar'n am the salt, I'm
blank page'm the written page, I am the scribble in a row I am the most beautiful letter, I am the
love contempt, I am the passion the pain of longing, sadness'm am the weight of loneliness, I'm
the beauty happiness, I am the last am the first, I am in misery am the money, I'm newspaper
article relating to magazine I am a man homeless'm a big financier, I am a poor man who is
hungry am the noble eating bread, I am adult child, I am illusion hope, I am a Christian I am an
atheist, I am one born'm the one who died and left mourning I am the seed am the fruit, I'm a
restless soul'm thinking of a poet.
46 his art
God exposes his art through the universe showing Mars among the stars, the earth between
the sun and the moon, the poet shows his art in prose and verse. The nature shows his art in a
garden by placing the beauty of the rose between Hortense and jasmine, a mother shows her
art with patience carrying a child in the womb. But the father shows his art being present.
Reliever shows his art putting an end to a war, while the sculptor shows his art with the notch of
wood. I hope a mere spectator watching all this with much love and affection, for I am a case
will part, I can only show my art to absorb all this detail by detail without being selfish, perhaps
even fail, but only so I will be an artist

13. 47 The corner of a mermaid
Sitting on the sand stare the beautiful image before me. There remain a time without end
because only then forget the problems of life, every bad thing. But I'm not blind and sometimes I
find myself averting my eyes to the most beautiful women exhibiting charm with their perfect
bodies covered only with a small cloth tape that the fashion world defines as biquine because
the beach is perfect for them to show that do not have defects. In the soft sand goes another
day without my knowing it and only I realize that the night came when I feel the lash of a colder
wind touching my face, knocking my hat allowing me to watch the parade of stars around the
moon already aims at the sky. Finally I get up and walk away walking will wonder listening to the
waves breaking on the sand like the hum of a mermaid sings a song just to say goodbye to me
48 Denise
When night comes and I gather me to rest in a deep sleep you enter my world, it settles in my
dream. Put your feelings in my service to live together sublime moments without any
commitment. Even without ever seeing or hearing his speech every night is like this, you come
to me and with the heat of your body beautifies my dream of love. Revolts me when the
morning is presented as the clock awake and find myself alone on the deck. I can only hope the
return of the night to live reprise of my dream with you, dear Denise.
49 The tables of a bar
To forget a great love spend hours at the tables of a bar to see friends remembering the old
cases, singing a samba or playing billiards; but when the longing is too nothing makes me
forget my well, not getting drunk and sosinho me of rum and wine I erase from my memory the
one that denied me love and affection; it seems that time stands still, everything is bland, not
the samba and the pool can avoid loneliness hugging me bringing back the memories of what
she did to me, and these images are strong drunk more often than wine and the rum, so I
caught sosinho crying again, lying on a bench court ....
50 Passion newborn
Happy the newly born passion, as quiet rests in the cradle of a passionate heart, while the old
passions are struggling to survive amid the wear imposed by fighting, by intrigue, by envy that
loneliness feeds, routine and even by fate. it is a pleasure to see the joy of a new passion
-nascida taking its first steps, saying their first words, giving confidence to the boy and the girl
facing the future.

14. As a child the passion newly born is innocent, is pure, without rivalry, is always surrounded by
treats, caresses and everyone wants to carry her braços.Seu the hug is pure, honest, innocent,
different from the old passion walking holding in the hand of lies and betrayal, alternating
moments in the sky with others in hell, while for the newly born passion is all good and
wonderful, the longing is not sore, desire is tasty, the kiss is tasteful, your joy is huge, s I sleep
is deep, because she lives in the world of happiness making vows of eternal love.
51 small stream
It is another day of sadness and tears that keep on falling remind me of the day when it rains
dropping from the sky the waters dry land absorve.São hot tears that derrubo face down, as if
my eyes were the source of a small stream flooding my soul drowning in its waters all my
sorrows of a past recente.Uma passion abruptly interrupted flipped it over my life because it
opened huge wound in my chest and bleeding badly hurt in a way that left me so much pain
causing the reasons for the tears of all this mourning
52 thousand lives
Such is our love, so beautiful so intense that sometimes I think that the infinite is too small to
give him shelter, to deserve it would need at least a thousand lives, because everyday it
expands. Is this love for eternity, one that leaves no nostalgia, because it does not measure the
time or age and thousand lives would be little for so much happiness. Is it so true that love, so
important, because I feel the same as you feel even with a missing we separated by a fatality.
Will he be so strong that even today I feel even though you are absent for some time, because
sleep the deep sleep of death. Today I continue the war for survival in this life, I will not retreat
in front, but I follow with much weakened soul, for you it was my support, the most fearless
figure, the bravest soldier, today was absent because no longer lives else on earth. Today I am
still passionate and a thousand lives I would give to have her by my side
53 Memories of the past
The moon in the sky and the ocean waves crashing on the beach sands of the past memories
that make me bring the emotions welling up in my soul and the blood boiling in my veins
because they do not let you get out of my thoughts crowding my mind with such sweet
memories with a longing so strong that in those moments I forget the trauma that I carry with
me from that fate has imposed a punishment to me and changed my luck leaving me lonely and
needy, jealous because of the love that existed between us it was filled with jealous and took
you on a journey of no return only one way ticket using as transport the carriage of death, for
only taking you dear, just taking his life he could separate us. Today with so much time has
elapsed little left for me to do in this land and these are few times when I sit on the sands of the

15. beach watching the full moon that graces the starry night and governs the tide of movements
that give me joy and pleasure which I imagine you transformed into a mermaid been there from
the seabed to present me with its presence until daybreak.
54 Loneliness maze
For all that eye I see you, love you do not deny, so it caught me so upset because I wanted you
by my side, snuggle me to kill my desire to feel the taste of your kiss, but it was all over you
killed them my dreams killed my illusion of being happy .now the 4, 32 am'm here doing nothing
trying to understand why life is so, because the target is so mean to me, it put you on my way to
show me the door of heaven and walk with me for heaven making me believe that love between
us was eternal, then let me sosinho in the solitude of the maze, which depresses me and choke
me it cuts my heart to know that the only exit door flows into hell.
55 dengosa brunette
Dengosa the brunette parades showing all its beauty down the avenue of the village that leads
into the city. From my window I am happy to see her go walking among the people. Each time I
see you again my desire increases. It is not out of malice, but who can stand to see her dressed
like that almost half naked with a pink lace blouse, leaving the show half of the breast,
contrasting with the purple mini-skirt that falls just below the thigh. Who does not like to see a
muse so, who is leaving to look at the rose that adorns the garden and wasting your time
admiring the grass. For me the only grievance is the day she leaves to go through me. as I live
leaned in the window, not that you need not work, or you do not have to do, is I have a great
pleasure to see you through.
56 Every day that passes
Every passing day the longing I feel a little beyond your limit and as much as I can not avoid
prevent it dwell in my mind because the flame of passion is still hot in my heart after all the
history between us ended suddenly but it was beautiful was true and only just so a stroke of
bad luck since who stole from me was the death but do not say bullshit to say that somehow
she still alive because I am sure that I will see her again, perhaps on Mars, perhaps on the
moon or a star after all any woman we swore that nothing would destroy our love and our
happiness would be for all eternity.
57 figure
Each figure which runs every figure I see
imagine to be you girl, the fruit of my desire

16. coming to me and my heart ready to fire.
It is the longing that makes me so this anxiety
traveling throughout the city, street to street of walking
Crazy miss its because you have become an addiction
and it was just a natural curiosity has now become an evil
and that's why I'm so desperate
looking in every corner in every corner
the face of this girl that got me hooked on your flavor in your perfume in your smell
and every major passing every figure I see
imagine to be you girl the fruit of my desire
coming to meet me to indulge my addiction this
that had its beginning in the taste of your kiss.
58 The sun shines for Claudia
Not only is the day that surrenders to this wonderful woman putting at their disposal its main
artist, his star king to clear the way this muse. After all the sun shines for Claudia I know, but not
alone in this endeavor, for the night is also a fan, since while she waits for a new tomorrow the
queen of darkness pros ta before her. The moon comes adorned with a more valuable necklace
that all diamonds because the necklace she wears is made with sparkling stars and shows at
the window of this beautiful woman and sailing his sleep while she sleeps happy and quiet. I
who am a modest admirer find myself at the end of the queue of those who admire, I have the
power God gave the day and the night that put the sun and the moon at your disposal then pay
our tribute to her taking her through this little journey into the world of words on the deck of this
boat called heart navigating between sentences floating in the seas of poetry and imagination
59 The softness of your skin
The softness of your skin velvety-ons and attentive me
The heart in his chest almost bursts of passion
The smell of perfume that your body exudes me paralyzes involves me get out of breath almost
lose speech
The floor opens at my feet and I feel as if floating levitate
You looking at me with that smile mischievous in this beautiful and perfect face makes me so
like a boy who wants to unravel the secret that differentiates a woman's man for this day to
taste the first kiss he will get rid of fear and complex as will meet the desire will know the sex. In
your presence I feel so nervous delivered tense because you are beautiful you are beautiful you
are that woman who always sonhei..Por so I think like a king who has powers have fame but
loves his queen and prostrate at his feet.

17. 60 poetic prose
61 words grouped
The words used to create the lines described here are grouped inside my head. Suddenly a
sentence flowers in the mind and the fruit of this seed is the text that my hands write on paper.
Do not cover me readers a beautiful and perfect phrase, because I'm not a born artist, I am only
a realist, the fact here when the reports are not a work of art, to forgive me writing the doctors,
not ralhem me the lords because each phrase here described sometimes it shuffles. Wraps up
on each other in my mind and hinder each other, so it's normal when they fail. My apologies for
those who here directs his eyes thinking that this is the work of a great artist. Even so excites
me know who devoted part of his time to me. But I promise to each of you that I will seek
enhances them every next time. Who knows when building a prose, a tale, a chronic or even a
poem. The fact is that I will looking to improve my writing day after day. I know I'll never get to
be a Machado de Assis or Rui Barbosa, but just the fact that someone read my prose ever
satisfy me. Proof of this is my mirror, because when I get in front of him I see is the portrait of a
smiling face. It is then that I comment: This seeing man of God, although not any Obama that
famous president or be a famous doctor you are happy and do not complain. I have found you
more cheerful and a very happy time.
62 jussara
A beautiful brunette, a gracious woman, her beauty so rare humiliates the most valuable gem,
because the diamond is inhibited, does not shine as before, does not display its light ceases to
be the most expensive jewelry, the most precious stone and becomes common as bright false.
With her perfect body with all the extent, with its elegant way quite uninhibited, as a film actress,
so is Jussara, powerful, beautiful wonderful, it seems that life has imposed not defective,
considered the queen of flowers beside her until the rose overshadows and becomes equal ace
others and becomes a common flower.
If I could give you the world of this, if you were in his company would not be no second missing
since the day I met my heart started to feel joy, returned to beat pleased.
Any man who seeks happiness in the arms of a beautiful woman think how I think and
understand why more and more convinced I am that I am stuck in the bonds of this passion, a
violent obsession, a disease that does not heal this immense love I have for Jussara and why I
want to take pleasure in his kisses. Because I want to kill my desires beside this brunette that
inhibits the brightness of more expensive jewelry and obscures the beauty of the flower, why I
want to die of love in the arms of Jussara

18. 63 A sweet spell
She captivated me for sympathy, crossed paths hundreds of times, time passed passed month
until one day she looked at me. Thus began our romance, a move it took but it was resolved
thanks to the look that Mary gave me.
That empty soul of sad man who as a child dreamed of death, changed its destination, changed
his luck, stopped suffer and stronger today has come to love, went to live because found in the
gaze of Mary great power, a source that Wells love and pleasure. The magic of this love makes
me dream, makes me fly and I see myself as a hummingbird, one to kiss flower standing in the
room to get out of his mouth the nectar of love through like a kiss to the sweeter taste of desire.
I see myself crossing the seas with my queen walking the sands beyond the Mermaids world
background dominating sosinho thousands of sea creatures as if Neptune king of the oceans.
Sometime we wake in the night with the moonlight and the vision of this light on your body has
a certain magic, a touch of sin that arouses the desire and makes me excited so we started a
new game of love and pleasure. This is how we spend our time now, pass the nights go by day
and the month is over because between us there are more than love, is like a certain magic and
I think that Mary did it to launch your eyes a sweet spell he looked at me for the first time.
64 King of Life
That the future is uncertain no doubt, but try to improve it is part of life. If today feel insecure
and helpless who can guarantee that my tomorrow will be better. Let no one be surprised if I
agree with the soul far more cheerful, with fully fortified spirit, feeling again a human being
illuminated. Maybe God does not promote some arrangements in the pages that tell my story
and put me at the mercy of his angels. It costs to hope that happens, even though I may not be
worthy of such a feat. But who can say that I really do not deserve it. I have nothing against
poverty, after all I am in it as a child, but nothing prevents me from dreaming that one day I will
wake up still living a new reality, because I know happiness realizing an old dream that I was
living a king's life in the arms of my queen.
65 The bark of a dog
In the silence of the night the barking of a dog arouses the attention of this present writer thus
breaking the strike of silence imposed skin dawn ahead, and that suddenly the inspiration
arises. Now I can throw out all thoughts, all formed ideas and phrases that were enfurnadas in
my subconscious I open the suitcase of words and let each finger of my hands slide over each
keyboard letter thus building each well-formed sentence used as a basis to my message that
begins like this .. poor me here forgotten in my corner, who has lost the charm of life, because
the long and tiring day does not bother me and not surprisingly, over time we learn the support
the routine. I dare not go out at all what I get if I stay taking all the pub on the corner. I know
what I get, catch a whore of a headache, a brave hangover that will not heal or cold bath, or
with bitter coffee, let alone with aspirin. Without saying that the next day to me is a day of work,

19. early have to be taking up my post in the workshop. Maybe only I had inspiration to compose a
love song or a poem honoring a field flower describing its beauty in verse and prose. Or even
just a getaway to the house of materials for review Carol, of all the brothel the most beautiful.
Shapely in their perfect curves, this beautiful girl put on the slipper to Mary Rose was already
queen of the house. Perhaps of all revenues, this was the best medicine. Who knows in the
arms of Carol I do not take me out of this routine that makes my night a real boredom. But how
to put this plan into action without money, because the empty pocket only have use for hiding
my hand. Perhaps no one believe, but this is my drama, this is my torment. If anyone has an
idea I even accepted guess. If not I can only accept the moment and observe the routine
imposed by the quiet and silent destination being bothered by the barking of a dog that lives in
the yard right next to the building
66 Intertwined by fate
Eight years ago are intertwined by fate, faking a relationship that does not exist, but that time
insists preserve. I met you when you were twenty-one and I've crown, it was forty-six. I did
everything I could to bring it well with me. Month after month this relationship drags on, and
although he spends it lasts, not just once. When you question your love makes me swear, with
the voice of candor says there is no one among us, I'm still the flavor of the month .. For you
have done melody, verse and prose, I have called you my well, I compared you a queen,
already painted you as a rose. But today with all my insecurity, because between the two I'm old
and you practically a child, jealousy stand the point that I want to hear your own voice if you still
love me or is just a liar.
67 My Ranchinho thatch
In my Ranchinho thatch at the foot of the mountain live life simple-minded, but not cuddle up
with me this business of living in the city, this is history. Here I have everything I want in life. Two
feet of ground where plant corn, rice and beans, two dairy cows ready for milking, I have a wife,
two children and soon reaches the third, because this mistress pregnant. When I want I will fish
fishing when I will want meat hunting. It's a hard life, lived in the race. But time passes without
violence, life here is pure, is experienced with innocence. If you desire to smoke curl a straw
cigarette fruit of our harvest and lie on the network and stare at the sky. To take the hideous
dryness from your mouth, I always have a full jug of water to quench their thirst. I will not get
rich I know, but it's happiness that counts. In the city the majority of daddy's boys when they
smoke, do so with a thin marijuana passed from hand to hand the tip. Only see the
inconsistency ... To quench thirst drink beer. Drug here in the countryside is curse, fight not to
say this word of profanity, because according to the priest who prays to dress Mass with their
most beautiful cassock it is the fruit of evil. In the city it is common thing, the boy or girl who
indulges with her say they do in search of freedom. This defect takes the simplest citizen to the
finest beauty. It's your boy, my life is not easy. My house is covered with thatch, have no car,
just walk on foot, my water is drawn from the well and am always hard without money, but I

20. have here a chicken coop. The hens lay eggs every day. There are gold as of this writing the
story, but let me walk tall for the rest of my life. That's my story and point.
68 Nena
Stature small green eyes, pure beauty, thin waist, and waist, his dark skin so ... It seems silk.
This is the portrait of Nena. I dare to take a pitaco this matter; the girl lifts up dead. For duty
foodies say it's filet mignon. A full plate, but then I'm sure, not largariam of your foot. So keep
secret, not out of jealousy, but out of fear. My main hobby is to stay in the apartment early every
morning window to admire its passage Such beauty was not born of an ordinary woman, it is
not possible that this is the daughter of Neusa, his mother is nature, as Nena is a mirage, was
born to be a Goddess. I smell her perfume window, its essence is unmistakable, it is not
possible to come from someone else. When I see her do an imaginary journey, walk through
Bavaria by Guinea, go to Paris after the Lisbon finally follow walking around the world, but will
not walk aimlessly. Looking for a woman who is more beautiful hotter or as good as her. To date
I have not found yet. Being with Nena is to be in heaven, but to be there you have to be an
angel, but to be so you have to be dead. If you ask me if it's worth the sacrifice not run the
answer, so do not estranhem I speak .. It is difficult, but this little valley, by Nena I die.
Commentators bet I die? If we tie the bet.
69 The finger hurt
It hurts the crazy finger because it tore a chunk, it hurts the crazy finger because it was a hole.
The pain it hurt when hurt even in my bag. The finger hurts now was hurt at work, was held in
pliers, do not know if it hurt like the pain of death, for the pain it hurt at the time was stronger
than now, it was a fucking pain, it is difficult to whom the support. Are ten fingers each with its
trick, but all with scar, the result of work that I do or have done. Fingers are calloused by
imposition of my business, but how is it that sustains me is worth the sacrifice. The finger hurts
now is just another in my account while the scar is just another at its tip. The history of this
finger is true, is not pure invention. I witnessed this fact, with RG with picture, because the
finger hurts now bandaged and remedy is my old acquaintance The finger hurts now have
housing in a building that I call my hand.
70 The boy sapeca
Thankless life of this unfortunate soul that this running because fate so willed. Not even if man
formed the poor boy, no more than an apprentice and has already broken the guy the little
mischievous because it does not know where he stuck his nose Knew that not everything is

21. perfect in the ways of life, which of them is not covered in thorns the cross the poor brat
certainly deviate from them without ever losing its way, for surely would find a shortcut. Then
know that pepper frog does not parade in the arms swamp data with a frog. If you think smart
sapeca gurizinho, smarter than his own origins, ignoring taken from breca that own no more
than a seed coming from the parents. Sad is the kids eyes small crying to take his father's
armored catfishes. Chora both man project that bother the brothers sleeping in the crib. His
mother, anxious to do it quietly starts to pray holding in his hands a third. Thankless life of this
unfortunate soul, this little kid fresh out of diapers, this mischievous boy running naked between
people in the middle of the party, because it is all left to do. His sin was not know to pee and
poop would first have to take pants and underwear.
71 The Paraíba
Runs the calm water of river cutting off all progressive valley. Runs leading water and mud until
out of sight. River runs through murky waters straight, through curves, comes into Rio lands
leaving behind São Paulo's land. Go fertilizing crops ace its banks, is leading the riverside
dweller in your travels. Go with your dirty and polluted waters carry your messages in the form
of messages to environmentalists on duty who do nothing before his imminent death, because
sin men, but are you paying sins. Go cutting cities of São Paulo as Pindamonhangaba, northern
Aparecida where in his bed a miracle was done and came our patron saint But my river is
strong, not let it end the fish that is created in your water. Advances peacefully to not bring
panic to the soul of Rio citizen who lives in Volta Redonda and Barra Mansa. But first go
through Muriaé there in the state of Minas Gerais. Go river, will fulfill your ultimate goal, will
meet with the blue sea, it is there that you flows and some on the way pindaíba ask your name
answer, but not quietly do, say with race: I am in the Paraíba do Sul glorious river in a not too
distant past, but now in this succumbs to the feet of these people that both pollute a river that
has lost the charm and grace, but today launches a cry of warning: stay smart folks, well or evil
I stay on my bed. It is citizens of the earth while I get the human race passes and one day is
over.
72 The Ugly
She has no facial beauty, but reward me with sympathy, has a velvet skin, their is common, it is
normal, but the bed is animal, goes out of no frills, finally she did not say you love me, she
swears. It does not have to be beautiful to please me, just love me. Do not ask for a dish for the
beauty he boasts, because she is not holding. The food to be good have to do well on the
palate. Who want to call it ugly, it matters little to me, because not repair if it is faulty. Socks and
trousers she hides her twisted leg. I prefer it as soon as the difference between one and the
other breast, but very much alive near me by lending me the warmth of your body than a

22. beautiful, perfect, but I do not accept or beautiful but cold like a corpse and kissing me like a
dead alive or vice versa Enough talk, shut it.
Beija FlorWhen I opened the morning window had the first sight of his being gleaming little body
to sunshine. You were in my backyard rose garden kissing a rose. The view was a delight. You
and the rose in an exchange of caress. I stood there admiring their smooth movements and
how the ships do you plainava, seemed a loose feather in the wind. I followed his retreat far as
the eye could reach. Took up the direction of the swamp not far from here, perhaps there is the
house where he lives, his love nest. Oh how I envy you, as I wanted to be a bird now, and fly to
and fro free light and loose hummingbird, it is the most beautiful bird I've ever seen. Come back
whenever you want hummingbird, as long as I live I will be in the window to enjoy such a
beautiful scene. You, the rose and the exchange of caress. Back to kiss the flower
hummingbird. I assure you it will be a delight.
73 The great circus of my life
In the Great Circus Of My Life I'm the lead artist. I am the narrator who presents the show, it's
up to me the feat of narrating everything that happens during the show to present. When the
magic is called I who enter as such. Do not shoot rabbits out of the hat, my magic is much more
exciting, my tricks show the best way to live day by day. I am the tamer animals when
called. My role as such is tame animals that live within me. I have everything in the cage, I am
the dog, bird am I am horse when necessary, but if the public want to see a very violent beast I
also turn lion. If the reader does not like danger, please do not watch the show because I'm also
the trapeze flying loose, flies high, but flies over the stage of life without any protection. If one
day miss my jump'll break me in the middle ground. But as the Great Circus Of My Life all am I
doing if any child wants a smile I also turn clown.
74 Mustache woman
Mustache woman or the devil can say to me the old man lying. Do not be frightened by the
grammar, is the same old lying, because it is grandmother, an old man nearing ninety why he
hardly stands, no longer bears. Take the case of his grandmother Catherine, he continues
speaking with his voice trembling and hoarse. The met with little old for many years already, I
think more than seventy. Pinel, completely crazy, it was the first kiss I got in the mouth. At that
time, nor took in hand, was forbidden to kiss the face had to kiss hiding. Woman showing
cinnamon was labeled a shameless. Catherine was always astute, owner of a hideous cunning,
but it was the right girl, was never a whore. Today with modern times the thing this filthy,
everything is different, the chicks out to the streets with all exposed showing all what's behind
and also what is in front. With the breasts and bare midriff with a micro a short buried in the ass,
just missing it is to show the pussy. In the pagoda they lie and roll, abuse the situation, we just
need to get naked in the lounge. To make matters worse the conversation, with such hair
removal or mustache they use, and even said in my time that Catherine was perverse. All

23. because of a famous saying saying (now yes the saying goes) ... With mustache woman or the
devil can.
75 The gliding flight
Strong summer heat, the scorching sun, crowded beach. Slender, all poured into the sand she
takes her bronze, the hours do not know for sure, but this between ten eleven. Overflight the
beach with my hang gliding looking for space for a landing little further. I've been on a low flying,
because I want to draw your attention. It was just what was needed to complete the session, a
threaded subject in a simple delta wing wanting to fly an airplane. It had to be calculated had to
be gauged so that everything went perfect. Come down on the side of the cat and she would
see me as a hero. Sure enough shame, distracted me with mulherão and sank to his face. It
was a terrible scene. To this day I am with the grated face and my nose still hurts. Even worse
is having to endure the jokes of the people silent when I go out to the street. There's always
someone who sees me and says ... And then mush delta wing, the slender this on the beach,
you will not fly again? Not to surfing can I go to the beach, because when I get sounds sound
boo. The good thing is that I was famous in the city and because of this fact already shown up
my picture on TV.
76 A little fiction
When I saw her through the pavement surrounding the square, could not help but admire her
praising his person whispering in his ear that .. Our grace, good thing, that divine kitten I do not
know if you do not hear me, or simply ignored me girl. The fact is that it did not even look me
moving forward, but it seems like because I noticed that increased the balance of the chairs. Ai
was no way, I stopped along the way and watched the balance of your ass. I was dumbfounded
there filming his every move as my mind rode the scene of madness I would do if I had in my
arms. Dark night of few stars, rough seas breaking its waves in the sand and I there feeling in
the mouth the salt in your sweat up and down my lips all over your skin soft body, making love
with that mermaid until daybreak. It may be that this will never happen, because the dream in
my mind has just been planted, it is only a small fiction, but perhaps not enough the big time.
But while the fertile seed'll be dreaming of the brunette and the movement of your ass.
77 The manager, the dead fly and the greedy
Little man of little stature he has lasted some twenty years on the job so it's the boss's trust and
good life, working in the most quiet. He ready to colleagues, has everything you see, but most
often mind. Always scowling never this happy. Those who work around you never know what he
feels. For some time he is married, but it is certain that lives poor so drowns his sorrows fucking
people's lives. As the oldest is a kind of manager. Beats about everything, always putting defect
in the service of others, but does not understand anything, not even the account of his, the only

24. fan who had long since died. Dead fly is a poor man, a nobody as they say in slang because it
works all week and walk away without a penny. It is the king of names, every day gets a new, is
one of those guys who came into the world just to make the joy of the people. Strong, Corot,
Cororo, Tiozinho and so the outside is your list of nicknames, and Duck No Bunda which now
sports. Any service that runs for more than perfect stay will have to be repeated, which he
accepts and does not discuss because the manager's eyes will always have a defect. I try to
give him advice, but he only pretends to listen to them, deep down he is just a big son of a bitch
I'm tired of having pity pity, I will not take his party he living the rest of your fucking life. The
greedy, ah that then, only that the firm until now for being a friend of the manager, as it was up
to me or the boss would already be on the streets for a long time. Want to take advantage of
everything, all he despises, taking the lives Dead Fly why this takes a Pinguinha, but does not
look for its own tail, since he himself eats with flour. The service is one of the worst, but ranks
among the best, finding the prince in all it gets from others, even in dick size. Never just the
beginning, will dropping by the way, but never your fault, is always missing a piece. But in his
own words he touches the firm alone. One day I still enfezo and end up with this party, with my
backpack in hand I go down the road, drop everything, go away, because in the firm boss
slumber only works not worthy.
78 Aline and the dress
Every day she walks the boardwalk between downtown shops stopping more and more time in
front of the your favorite. It is there in front of that window it remains as long as possible, almost
all his available time is spent at the place where she dates that dress. This has gone on for
years, since his girl times. It is not a dress whatever it there exposed in the showcase wearing
the dummy. Is your dream of consumption, is his childhood dream, is the dress of your life. Aline
know that the price is exorbitant even more for it being poor coming from large families, only
brothers is more than ten, with it's eleven in total. If you count the four nephews children of her
older sister who is single is fifteen in that house just kidding? Still has the father and the mother
who closes the account with seventeen. Only three work in that house, Mr. Jones who is his
father, herself and her sister Valdete the youngest all earning wages, minimum course. His
father cut a bent for food on the table. But what prevents the dream of the girl is not only the
financial aspect, because every month she tightens the belt, make some sacrifice, but keeps
some change moreover the dress that she dates, she does not even need to use it now,
because not boyfriend she has. Already got a guy handful of true, but no worthwhile, only a few
kisses and nothing else. Everything thing a day or two. While this was dating the dress, as
looking not take any piece. Not that she demanded a handsome man, a God to tell more right
word, she just wanted an honest and decent man and prayed for it. For such a door would
always be open. She would be there pure virgin waiting for you. But she knows that it is much
more complex than you think, because any guy when approaching comes with ulterior motives,
already want the woman to take off your clothes and get naked, on the first day already want to
have sex with the girl. But she did not, nor is it has not grumbled under his breath; ... And if one
of these outbursts she becomes pregnant, how is. First I will marry and then make a baby
reasoned the girl is bad I'll be changing diapers ahead of time. I have no hurry, I'm still young,

25. but I swear I will not die single, no not marry turn haunt, the coffin run away and do not enter the
pit. But while I can date this outfit, after all what woman does not dream to see in a wedding
dress, matching veil and wreath.
79 The dream of the leaflet
August almost gone now, September has been galloping bringing the exchange station. Will
reach the spring after a long year of waiting. Go away winter that does not enjoy much IBOPE.
Windy on this occasion, and selling strong. It is wind from the south wind is from the north and
vice versa, but that's another conversation. She was firm in his post, more robust tired, was
there a long time, but never before had anything to do according to his own conscience. Lived
angry to sad and damaged although this does not influísse on his good looks. Envied the birds
that fly in the open going anywhere, whether far or near it were. A wide day my post and leave
the world, oh yes I will always have a smile on his face thought to herself. During another gale
was that she decided if unglued from his post and left humming with happiness on her face: ...
Look at all like today is my lucky day, desgrudei me from my post and I am also flying, as this
was another my dream. Little did the poor thing the fate that awaited her, and during the low
flying she laughed and celebrated. Passing close to an elephant mocked the poor guy yelling in
your ear ... Hey fatso come fly with me. And laughed. There she knew that flying was a luxury,
was unique and final, she would not leave the first one. Perhaps for innocence or even your
ignorance she did not know that this was the flight of death. If you knew would fly enough, as
far as I could and would not come down on the edge of the street to the little leaf poor thing,
because come forth a gari reveling with the broom and even if he did not throw in the trash, she
would be there alone, played under the feet of a passerby. Even to leave unharmed this fight
yet you would be fatal, after all always have over there any worm hungry and she would be
eaten by an ant or any other animal or perhaps trampled by the elephant.
80 easy life
The house was small, had no room or bathroom inside had. It was one room and kitchen. Earth
floor thatched topping. Terrain difficult to access and at the foot of the mountain. But had wood
stove, had happiness, for he had inside the great love of life of Joe, the Neusinha cabocla who
was pregnant. Recent Casadinho Zé was humble, ordinary people, poor guy, but decent. Mix
that house only on Sundays, also was egg, because it killed the chicken, oh my friend nor had
egg. But love had had passion, and that he swore, would be something eternal, for when he
died to bring along in the coffin, even if it were to hell. Just below below, firm ground already in
the plain was the home of the employer. It had all the big house, had no room, had hall on the
TV screen had place, it was not one room, it was a lot, and they were all suite, there had his
Belizário, shrewd man, talk good, a hell of a forger, on glossy hardwood floor had to Persian
carpet thing housewife Alice, owner of a very tasty tail, had to such Edit, beautiful girl, although
many say that neither was the daughter sucker. In the kitchen stove without burning had an
oven to roast a whole pig. In the backyard not seen a loose chicken, because while Joe had
only one, there was a huge chicken coop. It had all the big house, however had nothing, life

26. was lived in that place facade only. Brush was the boss, Alice was hussy, while the cuckold
traveled Zé's brother drowning the goose. If the proportions saved if analyzed the life of the
poor who can only eat egg mixture and the rich living full belly there are those who swear
among the people that is Joe who is quiet life.
81 The stressed
A long time do not stress due to a huge effort to improve myself, demure she was. A mixture of
shyness with revolt, with anguish sadly. Short, little laugh, make me nervous too little was
needed. Whereas the target was my tormentor I retract me, silent and suffering as a victim who
was according to my own judgment I quieted me, crying softly cried hidden retorted not for
nothing swallowing voice. But inside I estressava and that was bad because it was very bad.
But I knew that at some point in time things would change for me, without a scheduled date, but
would change and kept swallowing too sapo waiting for this moment. I faced a lot of
disagreement, many nitpicking made me, they said all we do, does he accept. But as time
arranges everything and I knew that this was the recipe, it's time and everything shifted. Ia
going all right, all so beautiful, so good all wonder, but envy, jealousy ... Oh, that was born as a
daughter of the devil did not conform to it and some people envied me. So if you ask on the
street as i am not scared to answer, for bravely answer with eyes full of anger walking hurriedly:
.... Whatever I answer the truth or lie. For those who bet actually say simply ..... My life is crap.
Ai will tell you what I know ..... Our stressed that guy.
82 A tribute to my beloved (Eliane)
Sometimes I have the impression that my mind broke down, crashed, because today I have
memories of my being completely forgotten what I was. Oh how I am infamous, as I am
bastard, I broke the string with the past and rarely think of Liane. This is how affectionately
called, swallowing the letter E which began its name. For twenty-five long years loved her, had
her as a goddess for pure jealousy of Mary, Ivete, Sonia and Cleoza. They all wanted to take
the place of Liane, all without exception no. Maybe that's why she died prematurely because a
woman does not last or forty-three dies too young, at least that's what I think, do not know what
you think. Actually my mind not stalled, not crashed, is on purpose that I avoid thinking about
Liane, for my mental deposit is full of good memories, so many stories that surround her, so
much good story, but I just limit myself to think the bad. Rather than think of her dressed in her
jeans shorts that emphasized the beauty of your legs brunettes or inside a silk jumpsuit always
combining with the heel of shoe wore was seen dressed in their fanciest clothes lying on the
coffin. This gives me tantrum and can not stand the sight .. Well what could I remember our
nights out to a motel, or beer club a kind of dance bar where we spent the night dancing, but
not in my widowed paper just see me in his wake to weep. I cried like a child has ever cried. I
cried to know that my destiny was to finish as I am alone with no one, because no other will be
equal to it, none will be seen by me as a goddess, no taken the crown that will always be my
good. She always told me jokingly that no one dies of love, but this is only half true, because it's
been ten years after his death and perhaps bad luck is still here, but I'm only physically because

27. when she was spiritually also died . The fact is that my mind not stalled or crashed, it only
obeys me, and even if you have not saved any picture, any man never forgets a woman like
Liane.
83 Carol is nothing, but that's all.
Carol is nothing, but everything is not mine, but let no one think that I ignore, just do not beg for
shame, shyness, as it became my dream of consumption. Because of step agreed dawns,
almost no sleep .. You know her my love life with various women no longer all, my greatest love
stories have become nothing and only turned into a short summary. To Rita, fiery brunette,
beautiful brunette no longer current and is now treated only as a former girlfriend. Every time
dream of her sauce the sheet. In your presence I acanho, my face reddens, I am ashamed, I
wanted to be bold but i can not, but never was a coward and sooner or later I'll still have her as I
have in my dream. The world is cruel when it involves love, first Jewish and mistreats his young
man leading to hell, filling his chest pain, then when he's at the bottom of the pit he rescues him
and teaches him what happiness uniting the two, the boy and girl handing them the sky door
key. I married her jacket and tie, you see what I'm willing to do, but you who think this is a great
sacrifice, do not feel sorry for me, because the greater the effort, the greater the pleasure. Veil
and wreath she was going to be divine and moreover with the commitment I make my dream
come true having the girl and never would wet the sheet for dreaming with Carol.
84 Forgive my writing
I do not write to please certain people, nor intend to please the general public, so thank those
who admire me and praise me and I apologize to those who think that my work is bad is bad,
because I write very badly. That ladies and gentlemen is that I am not a profissionall letters but
without false modesty to say that it would make me a man held and fill my ego pleasure, and
that would leave too proud loved ones who have departed this for the better, between they a
daughter, four brothers, my wife and my parents. But I am not blind, as I am old fox can not see
much further, I know my reality is different, because I never knew what a college and attended
the school was by imposition of a diploma, but never good student. After all the art circulates in
my veins and although not doctor anything, even having no ring the profession that was taught
to me made me gain respect others, so I am well regarded among the doctors, lawyers, MPs
and mayors . There's even famous singer, and also a high ranking in the army occupies the
rank of lieutenant colonel. For all this I repeat my apology because I want readers to
understand that the pen and the paper does not serve me as breadwinners, are not my
livelihood, because to me the writing be it ugly or beautiful is only done as leisure, but not to do
I waste my time or to time. Although can not write if I do like this, I do it for pleasure.

28. 85 Between comings and goings.
Between comings and goings along the paths of my life already crossed with various women.
Some beautiful, beautiful even, some less so either without any beauty, true slapper as one
would say in slang. As we men are not born to live alone depend on a woman next to us. It's
like I told little, between comings and goings met women who will take me fame, would make
me a glow of man, perhaps a governor know it or maybe a mayor. Met either to stay with me
just to have a child, some who would use me just in bed, some of which would be able to leave
me crazy, completely freaked out as you say slang, other than largariam my walk to suck my
last drop blood, taking me all I had left me only swimming trunks. Back and forth between
several women crossed my path, but only appeared under my eyes almost faultless she whom I
loved with all my heart, the one that really made me happy, who became friend and companion
in the worst sorrows in greatest joys , a love that only increased with each passing day. But as
nothing is perfect, nothing lasts forever fate would have me to become unhappy to change my
luck. She was premature and created a huge space between us, but did not out of spite,
because the longing I feel feat is death. There is no cakewalk my people is not even funny,
comings and goings, among so many women today I am alone without the woman I love by my
side.
86 Giovana
One day, I promised you that you describe in verse and prose. Nothing with ulterior motives,
only something to unfold their emotions. I know that balances the heart of mature men and
young boys, I know more than you do for evil, for you are a nice woman, full of joy and these
always playing, time as a girl, time as Giovanna. In my view are light brown, long, wavy hair the
same color of your brown eyes, which makes her more beautiful, so many dispute their interest
and place it on the spot. Seek to draw your attention since the day dawns to the night ending.
Of all those who send you messages perhaps I may be this close to you, for the distance that
separates the two are only six times the distance between Taubaté and Pinda, but although not
that big, this closer than the other near me. But this is my fate, it is not his fault, it is the fault of
this destination bastard, dear girl Giovanna. It is the affinity that border the word love in the
heart of a person, no wonder you conquer happiness.
87 Beach, flowers and women.
If you ask me: what do you want from life? Kindly reply, beach, flowers, women, living life just
fine. But is not that simple. I wish I could walk through the soft sand without worrying about
anything, without caring about the future or take a day to mess around caring for a garden
roses caressing or fondling jasmine. I wish I could choose from several loves the ideal woman,
one who would live with me until my last breath, when I have to face the ultimate judgment. Do
not want to play the victim or be seen as a poor man, but in the current world financial power of
a person is a top priority, and this requires hard work, hours and hours on end leaving home

29. early and returning with day already dark. Also the money is almost never enough to meet basic
needs. Beach, flower women, but no response had dared to link someone to think, how this guy
can be so banal, so frivolous, so petty. But to reason with me, a guy living alone for a long time
and did not even get a break for the laser will always be with a hole in the chest, with an empty
heart, it will never cross paths with someone of the opposite sex that you love with a woman
who's on your taste, will never sit on a park bench to smell that exudes rose or will meet the
friends on the beach to participate in the prose. That is why I repeat if you ask me: what do you
want from life? Kindly reply with all letters in loud and clear; want to live a good life with beach,
flowers and women.
88 My life on the farm
My life in the countryside is hard, it is painful, is not the pink city life. Here are the days of hard
work, pulled, gross thing. This very dark when I start my fight with ax in cutting wood side of the
hose to where the cows waiting for milk expression. Before the hot sun come'm already
handling the plow preparing the soil for planting. After the horse saddle I walk the vast land that
borders the river looking for some elusive animal that is lost in the pasture and wait for help.
Plowing or calejando hands in a fierce war with the hoe my mouth dries with the strong sun that
covers the hills like an ember and almost makes me die of thirst, then gives me an urge to run
back home and this comforts me because I just get me in the door will cool off the heat and
thirst beside my cabocla enjoying his love lying in my hammock. But it is only in thought,
because I can not do that since the land sustains me, but with a little luck selling and gets a
gentle breeze to cool off until the afternoon to say goodbye and the moon back to their routine
trip bringing in your luggage the night among the stars for her to see my happiness with this
cabocla refreshing my mouth with his while increasing the heat in my body when you kiss me
and gets naked, because you want to make love
89 In the room cold loneliness
The sad this day as the light rain insists on falling from dawn .Nothing to do but to stay locked in
the room cold loneliness. There is more incandescent wick to ignite this chest of a nostalgic
living a forbidden love. Not my people does not exist. The memory of that angelic face torments
me, that mischievous look, that shy simple smile and makes me innocent unarmed, no reaction
as if I were a child who can not yet speak, a boy caught in fragrant making art, someone who is
facing a ET that just landed a spacecraft recently arrived from Mars. For that is how I feel before
this woman feeding my ego with empty promises, which eludes me with deceit, evasive
gestures making me believe that I cultivate positive thoughts in relation to your person, because
we still get a good in a future next. This is how it hits my most vulnerable point, with her sweet
and kind way, (because hope is the weakest point of every human being) leaving me blind
passion driving me knockout. Seeing me fallen to their fully inert feet she gloats me having fun
then walks away. My recovery is slow time drags my mind is spent mulling over memories of
this platonic love and when finally I think I have found the remedy to forget it once and I am
convinced that my heart will heal the wounds that keep on bleeding, behold, it reappears and

30. put all the perder..É my people nothing left for me to do but to stay locked in the room alone
frio.É a huge boredom, but can I do? It is love.
90 Why will be that life is so?
Why is it that life is like? Deceives us with happiness giving the company of someone in whom
you love, generating son generating daughter thereby building a family and suddenly out of
sheer malice of fate takes us all leaving plunged us into sadness, just living on nostalgia. At
least for me it was no different for a long time that way alone in this world of my God following
the path of happiness and joy and every day I find myself standing in line the desolate and
without affection needy people. Christ also went through these difficulties and even being the
King of kings, doing for us all that he did in this world, even though he was born to be a hero
died will wanes abandoned on a cross. But what bothers me, what hurts my soul is that I am a
coward who can not even keep calm in the face of the reality of everyday life, knowing that the
only way to confront happiness is back to last living only on nostalgia.
91 Minto, it is my fate
Wanted to become a writer to write about everything I feel, to poetry, to prose and poetry, to
arrest the reader's attention, be it lay in the lyrics, or be it a doctor, finally write wonderful story. I
wanted to talk everyday, quotidian, talk about life, about the lack of money. Wanted to make a
sweet and gentle verse to my muse, a verse that addressed from love to the color of your
blouse. I wanted to make success in my country, in my state, in my land. I wanted to have my
name spoken in schools, colleges, cities rooted in the plains and also those rooted at the top
and around the mountain. I would, but I can not, for it was the difficulties this does not give
status, fame does not, the player ignores or else claims saying they should do away with these
newcomers, they deserve punishment. Who ever heard of such barbarity write. It is my people
is outstanding, it is a calamity, if it continues writing about everything I feel, I will not be
remembered nor in my own hometown, which incidentally, is very small, or the fifth of hell. So
now I decided to throw away all my feelings, be modern. Now at times when I write I do not put
more into words what I feel. Now I lie, it is my fate.
92 My poet's soul
Several days ago I am inert, uninspired to write something to pay. I hope my poet's soul
awaken, as it will make the new composition only as a test form. If the player does not approve
forgive me, but do not protest. It will not be my fault if that person's prose is not satisfactory, it
will be, to the inspiration of the blame for the failure, after all there are days she hides, no longer
know what to do. I've done extensive travel by foot, by car tram and can not find it. Where does
she hides, where? Hours and hours sitting on the edge of the beach, watching the sea, the
horizon, watching the boats sailing from side to side and nothing different, nothing new not even

31. a mermaid to serve as a theme for me to tell a new story the people. After all is not with any
matter that makes a story or a poem. If you do I will lose public and as we all miss the point
IBOPE can turn problem. And all for what? Simply because my poet's soul is dead, totally inert
quiet sleeping somewhere in my mind. As for me can only hope that more time less time it
resuscitate, be strengthened and suddenly awaken. This folks is all I ask, because that's all it
takes to achieve success.
93 Beard and Moustache
Run day, night runs, runs the boy. Open chest runs facing the wind whip shattering on his face.
Runs with gusto, knowing that your destination is right and gets closer with each new tomorrow.
He jumps, cries, smiles shakes finally does everything he can, knowing that one day you will
wake up and look in the mirror will be a beard and mustache. Ai is hopeless, everything was
beautiful and perfect is behind us, it was just a phase of life that will never return. Now he is
already a man made this time to accumulate virtues will be saved in some corner of the mind
totally forgotten. Now he is an adult. Lost innocence, call it child's insult, now that has a beard
and mustache will know sin, will enhance the common defect shall every one that is no longer a
boy and turns into a man. Will find a super hero, one who hurts and says it does not hurt, it is
sad, but do not cry when the woman leaves. The smart and mischievous guy who speaks
through a belch and do anything when it pleases, as it finds the owner of the world, because
deep down he thinks, .. now that I have beard and mustache'm a grown man, and beating with
closed fists on his chest says: .. me no one can.
94 lyrics
95 Morena color of sin
Morena color of sin sinned for loving you this way, I have sinned because I love you that much.
Morena color of sin one day you went away leaving this love inside me. Even now he is here
burning in his chest. Morena color of sin, brunette of my desires. One day you left was the love
in my chest, causing this longing so crazy, wanting your present body, feeling the lack of his
mouth, feeling the absence of their kisses. Morena color of sin brunette of my desires.
96 my dream
When sleep gets me my dream does not refuse to receive you. You are the woman I want the
woman I love and one day I hope to win. So when sleep takes me my dream does not refuse to
dream of you. For months I suffer still, silent, for it is a state secret passion that I cherish. Lie if I
say ignore the huge passion I feel. So when sleep takes me my dream does not refuse to
dream of you. If you need to beg a thousand times because I want is to dream of you.

32. 97 obsession
I get upset every time I see him I just can not control my every desire. I feel the flame of love
burning my chest Maybe love you so be a big fault I wish convinces me it's you I need, because
you are my heaven, my astral hell But there's no way not you drive me crazy, is a disease that
has no cure, it's an obsession. Just one smile from you I feel Pra in my chest That the flame of
that love was kindled.
98 Bra and panties
It induces me to sin because he knows that I am a fan and every morning seduces me when
you open the window panties and bra looking in the mirror She makes me get red thoughtful My
thoughts tumult she is trying to stop me Given this type of scene my desire increases up my
adrenaline One day I lose my mind and go into the game this girl
A rotten day
One day dog suffering cry longing disappointment today everything is past I took of my heart I
will not sleep in the arms of loneliness For her I had a great concept and kept well within the
chest I never felt that way as intense love But I do not accept she made me so He left suddenly
without warning fired without hurting my soul causing me a trauma Now comes already made
the decision I'm changing all my steps I will walk in the other direction Now comes a love of
suffering disappointment healing with another'm already in search new passion
99 addiction
I'm addicted do not deny and surrender to this addiction. But nothing dust, stone, binge drinking
or marijuana use. The addiction that satisfies me and makes me wish crazy, totally shameless
is the kiss of a girl who gradually took hold of my life. It is stronger than marijuana or cocaine .It
is it that dominates me and makes me so always wanting more, totally dependent on this girl
100 China doll
Why do I want you so much.
Why does love you so.
Is it because you have the doll look, like dish,
or because it has a dummy body,
Why is woman, it will be
Sera you fascinates me for its mature woman of experience,
or holds me by the looks of girl girl.
Why is woman ?,
Why is.

33. Day and night. night and day just think of you woman
and do anything to screen here as well,
and snuggle me.
Why is mullher,
Why is my china doll
101 Against my will
Every day when you open the window for the day we arrived remember the woman who one
day left me. Tears roll even against my will, but in fact after all this time we both parted're still
together in this brief moment of nostalgia because it was not her fault that I became unhappy
and crying today longing to open my window in both know the reasons. It was God that took
away the leaving out of the world of viv
102 Rodeo Pawn
I am created in São Paulo
but of origin'm Northeastern
made the trip to this destination
in my father's lap
a thin, dark mestizo.
In his burned face
the strong sun hinterland
he bore the marks of suffering
and look sad emotion
for losing the companion
that was his great passion
the day I was born
Here grew up in his arms
between the handles of cattle
and learned to play the garish
galloping a giant chestnut
following the trail
of each steer errant
that was lost from the flock
in some corner of the pasture.
Me was to create a dream
I recorded in my memory,
I wanted to prove to that strong man
that his destiny was not
changed in vain
because his son was born

34. with the luck of a champion.
I wanted to make history
I wanted to achieve fame and glory
to show that
Slim, dark mestizo
who created me alone since small
that their work was not for nothing
it was worth it
all good things
all the tricks he taught me
all the secrets that a pawn
have to unravel when entering the chute
to face a few seconds arena.
Today I am satisfied
as rodeo rider
and proudly chest
because every second
I raise another glass
but this victory is not mine,
is of my father and of his race.
103 I want to be your good
I want to be more important
that the friend yesterday and now
not want to fall asleep in your memory
I want to be always alive in his mind
remain in your heart
as the main reason for his passion
want to be the image of the ideal lover
be the central character of your love story
want to be the fire of passion in his chest
one who stirs their mettle
the elected that puts the heat in your body
at the same time
that causes you shivers of pleasure
with his way of making love
want to be more than a loved one, want to be your life
want to be more than someone in their day to day
I want to be the one who motivates his joy
the living image in his memory
one that reaches your thoughts
and invades their moments of privacy

35. wanna be the one you love
and need in bed for pleasure
finally want to be your happiness
I want to be your good
104 So crazy attraction
Eye to eye, mouth to mouth an attraction so hot
so much passion something different, so crazy
that leaves our bodies desirous of pleasure
A split second thing so little
our worlds do not stand up shuffle, merge
and become only one bad thing so crazy
Our bodies are mixed and sew on the sheets
in such intense movement so common
that even if I want to think it will be a future between us
I want to live this moment feel this moment
for here am your king, I'm your lover
such a crazy thing
Tomorrow this far this far,
I do not know if I'll see him because you so stark naked
pouring the pleasure in my sweaty body
this taking me to delirium
It is so exciting that maybe I did not raise me
not see the sunshine, because I want to continue with you
under the same sheet
Then so be it, come and kiss me
look in my eyes, give me your mouth
and leaves this attraction remains so
such a crazy thing.
105 Priscila
Pretty brunette, brown eyed the days catch myself thinking about you girl so young not even
imagine
its so soft voice seduces and dominates me
this woman came into my thoughts and never left
and became the owner of my top moments
even in my dreams it already installed, or want to prevent it

36. because my heart is beating stronger since I had the luck
to meet this brunette named Priscilla
give what little I have to stand by his side
and make the love of madness; I have both dreamed
for where there is love not known sin
the words no longer feed more between us
my desires no longer only quench more with the sound of your voice
need to see her, I need to feel it need Priscila
full body, in person
look in your eyes, read your mind
touch his brown skin feel what she feels
shut your voice with my kisses and quench my thirst of love
the source of their desires
Priscilla is everything to me so I just want you to tell me what you think
and convince me it's worth I face
the storm of problems that abstroem my steps
to find love in the warmth of his arms ..
plot surrounding
Traveled the ideas gave struggling with thoughts
with its image in the head created scenes so beautiful
so good times you imagined, their movements
in my bed in a surrounding frame ........
but how can dream about you, have you both like
if do not know you've never seen your face
. How could I get involved and love you so much
if for now there is among us
is only a phone and the sound of your voice ........
How could I let it grow in my chest
that passion, that desire to the point of feeling
the taste of your kiss, because we talked
but I never see him as I let this happen to me
How could I get involved with you about to bring
the passion stamped on his face.
A case that began suddenly
grown so much and given me so much love
about to create your image in mind
without ever having seen your face for all that's between us
is a phone and the sound of your voice ......
Today I am so overwhelmed by this love
going round with the thoughts and the more I deny me
travel in you, because I'm in love
fully delivered.

37. 106 Crazy, totally freaked
Totally wacko crazy is how I am
when I'm your little by little side back to the past
return to being a naughty boy who struggle to overcome their fears
to unravel the secrets stored in the body of a woman
one naughty boy who wants to feel at her side
the taste of the first kiss and the art of love
satisfy all his desire
Totally freaked mad as a naughty boy
who is in love for the first woman who knows
I know I'm over all my fears
already figured out all your secrets
your body already know every inch of each piece
but every time we make love looks like it is
the first time I do like a naughty boy
discovering the pleasure to give him a naughty boy
crazy and totally freaked out.
107 half-truths
Believed in a sincere love and today I despair to suffer so
believed in half truths and now I'm reaping what I did not want
for what would be a fruit of love turned into pain
and I am now reaping miss you planted ......
you got playing tricks on me with his promises
me taking this eternal love
arrived promising me the sky but reversed the role
and just gave me the inferno.Penso in you all day
is great despair when the night comes
because my room still has its smell
his portrait on the wall and the scent of her hair
still on the pillow
I do not know if I'm wrong I do not know if it is a sin I love you so
just know that I was deceived you pretended to love me
and half truths you lied to me.
108 The fashion of the moment
The fashion of the moment that stirs the head
any boy is being rodeo rider

38. riding on animals and dominating their movements.
more than fad an act of heroism
that stirs the hearts of women
so fragile in its romanticism when they are sósinhas
looking for a new passion.
when they feel so insecure helpless
living with the boredom of loneliness they seek protection
and find it in the strong arms of a pawn.
but a pawn is only brave, just have panache
showing the public what it is capable
when it keeps cold and does not demonstrate what you feel
while riding in animals leaving no one to feel sorry
when it is played and kisses the floor of the arena.
This is how a pawn conquer his victories
makes fame and becomes the object of desire of the most beautiful women
they do crazy things for a simple kiss of his hero.
Because they hold the image of a strong man in memory
entering the chute praying in search of fortune
the public feeling the heat that vibrates
a fiber man who has eight seconds
to show its value at the same time
which overshadows the fear of death.
109 engaging look
When you looked at me no idea
the good that made me girl involving me with his gaze.
You gave me the will to love again
and it was the first time my thoughts traveled on you
and my desire wished you.
As a dreamer imagined good good times
if you won your love
Also your girlish girl
caught my attention and gave me strength
to fight for this passion that invaded and stole
my heart.
I'm mad breathing emotion
just imagine the pleasure to meet my desires
in your arms involved with his kisses.

39. 110 Fame and passion
Every day I thank God
thanks to him getting what he always wanted. In the profession got the victory
I wrote my story even made a song
am rodeo rider and was in between I became happy
it won fame and passion.
to open the gates a thrill
balance and accelerates my heart.
Are eight seconds on horses and bulls
bringing the laurels of my victory.
Also love that history
are several women who bring in memory
but only one made me stumble across my path
Between blondes and brunettes, beautiful and beasts
false and sincere I fell into the arms of this small
wild beautiful and aloof
Among all this brunette was that one day challenged
my courage.
Maybe I am mistaken but to take her to bed
and justify my fame'm going to marry that little
call Eliana.
111 remembrance
The stars lit up the sky and night became
is so beautiful to look at some point this immense endless blue
and see the light of the moon appears again
she seduces me, brings me the memory of that day when you
little more than a child walked alongside their parents
and I a teenage boy still half innocent looking
by a seed of love looked at you. It was love at first sight loved you from the first second I
realized I could turn
my world. I decided I had to go deeper and got you
I know I did the right thing was the law of demand and supply
his heart was open door I entered and found what he was looking so spent happy times until
vieran crises
and gave more to insure our bar.
Today my life is deserted step nights in revelry and partying
but there are days when the longing grabs me and I'm so
seeking explanations trying to understand why everything came to an end.
Walk out to the street walking will wonder
stuck with the longing in me but as I will forget you
the only good thing that happens are the memories

40. that the moon offers.
112 intrigue
Her soft brown skin perfume her tiny waist
your swing on the floor its understated beauty, the way you look
do you girl a complete woman who lit
in my chest a secret passion,
Always elegant with her long hair completing the charm
of your tan body.
For his brown eyes still are strangers
but you can not imagine how good walk on the street beside her
with my steps mixed with yours. It is a great emotion have it so close to my body trembles, I
daydream dream
I'm with her, with you naked mixing his body to mine
with mixed my desires to their making a sweet love so I mixed in you and you in me mixing my
perfume to your perhaps early to reveal my secret but just walk beside her because I'm in love
and need to feel our mixed smell when we walk on the street abreast
because that's how food this secret romance
silent still dreaming beside him.
113 My dear viola
I lived my childhood in a house built
on the banks of a river. Ali sheltered me from the rain and warmed me in the cold. This river
descends from the mountains crosses the valley between the plains and is not necessary for
me to speak that were surrounded tough times
suffering with moments left in my memory
and helped to write my story. I grew up in ignorance was my school life, overcome the fear of
water paddling a canoe
masterfully done by the hands of my father.
Only son no day brothers fighting took sustenance
against the current of water measuring forces with the wind
and to live with the sadness and sorrow saved
inside the chest at night I ruled with the way strings of a guitar Santa died premature to enter
the bush looking for firewood was hard to accept that fact that happened suddenly
since I was little more than a boy a teenage boy,
but the cruel fate never let misfortune come sósinha
and shortly after my mom died bitten by a rattlesnake. So I ran the two following sosinho in life,
just me and the guitar dear. Out the world counting my steps
with the faithful companion in my arms giving me affection and care
and when I'm quiet, silent she knows I'm sad

41. because deep in my heart to miss the two still resists
and gives me excitement Then she inspires me to sing, and strumming the strings viola dear my
soul cries
but gradually sends the blues away.
114 cabocla Rita
Silver moon rises beautiful clearing the forest this vast hinterland. Looking at her I think of Rita
cabocla one that broke my heart. Still love her passion and it wounds me moves me because
returns me the longing and involves me in solitude
But there's no way I'm dying little by little
almost crazy for loving this woman and that passion is no small
is not a love any, as this ever in my mouth
and does not come from my mind the name of this cabocla that marked
hot iron deep inside the chest /
what happened between us. Rita left ended our relationship has not looked back. He left the
family to no avail crying of their parents. Maybe he talked lip service saying here did not return
more. Beautiful and seductive of mouthwatering Rita kept the hurt of birth cabocla
and dreamy did not want to end their days grazing the crop
Innocent Rita still screwed up because the capital the world is different, has a lot more people
fighting for the same ideal.
There is a lot of prejudice and his dream died but I do not accept the way in which I found after
some time
on a trip I made. That unfortunate that made me suffer was also suffering. With the hair around
the drunken wind, with a cigarette in his mouth that dreamy cabocla
program turned woman and was spot on until early dawn avenue, going to bed with anyone for
support. She recognized me and ran without direction did not see the truck
in speed and the shock was violent. The beautiful and seductive cabocla fulfilled his promise to
not return to the field. The silver moon cleared the city that fatal hour
where Rita died in my arms the way to hospital.
115 unprepared
Today you caught me unprepared told me he wants
someone else on your side. Okay you can go for though
I prove it some grief tears will not fall
from my face that I guarantee. Enemies will no longer laugh at my tears as already falls several
times but always get up
and with you I just stumbled or fall, not even loved you just tried
and in this game of love I left loser was only a wound
not lost my life and while I am on earth
I will fight standing in this war because I am a fiber person

42. my soul vibrates when return to combat
If today I am knocked down for the day slaughter me
tomorrow will be different for sure will be more brave
and my victory will be evident
116 nothing justifies
Mano nothing justifies this trip you make
when delivery to addiction. Look depression in you is brother is a silly business that dust and
stone
which starts when you take the first bagana.
Mano creates courage and looks me in the face says to me
what you feel getting stuck here in this cell
for playing visor window a lifetime
that could be bela.Mano you have family and wanted to be with her
so why frame the cool take your life
to steal your money
Mano you tell me that is for survival
is lying even to his conscience
Do not know why this regret this complaint
you do not work for the addiction leaves
will mano cries a lot'm here to wipe your tears
I'm not your father but I will be with you here in your corner
right beside you because I want to be your light
I am Jesus and died on the cross to forgive their sins
117 caboclo dreamer
Farming the land I live only a hut,
one thatched cottage right here at the foot of the mountain
Face the sun, I face the rain and the wind
my livelihood is in the fields using the hoe
I have thick hands are exploited at work
but nothing prevents that I can lie on my network
to kill my illusion and love seat
dreaming of the boss's daughter
I am dreamer blood boils in my veins
and get goose bumps when looking at the stars
underpinning in the sky the splendor of the full moon.
she understands me she knows my drama
know I'm alone with no one in my bed
and give me your attention stings my heart

43. know that I live only a dream that patroinha not love me
not even look at me and so she stays on all night
to get me out of loneliness
A noble gesture that fills me with emotion
because even though I am poor have nothing to stop me
looking at the sky with hot blood in the vein
and dating with the full moon
as if she were the boss's daughter.
This is how does this such happiness
and settles on my chest and leave me this way
living life like a
caboclo dreamer
118 essays118 essays
Before mirrors
Exciting men in a frenzied dance, swaying back and waist for a beautiful woman shakes her
body in front of the mirrors leading to madness. Cradled by the drink she sings and dances and
pretends joy, but tears falling secretly changed the color of his eyes that were once blue but
now from crying became red and lost the light. As a girl fell in love, was seduced and pregnancy
changed his life for the cowardly left, left her alone and so she walks early nightclub nightclub in
finding cheating taking a gypsy. Seeing his image before my eyes mirrors also lost brightness,
turned red because I recognized that woman the mother of my child, the girl who always loved,
but for being a coward without the courage to face the future just like that I abandoned.
119 A hypnotic glow
Blonde, tall, perfect curves, soft skin, nothing missing, you are well made, is a beautiful woman,
any man wanted to be by his side. His blue eyes have a certain magic, an air of mystery, a
hypnotic glow, a seductive light that is contagious and hypnotize anyone, no wonder I fell for
you and put myself at his feet. To me you are more than a pretty girl, you are a princess, you
are immortal, like a goddess, a muse that uses all its beauty, its charm as conquest of power,
no one can resist such seduction. Among the many I sou'só another which is in the corners of
the room semi - dark having a beer while I watch you dancing stirring the waist for a good sexy
way, changing each step according to the rhythm of music. While still remain my mind works
because there in my background be my most intimate thoughts belong to you and I make this
moment a golden dream. See when you come to me and kisses me, sitting next to me and my
desire murmuring attentive to my words heard gibberish that talk about sex making me go with
you to the most exotic places, living one by one thousand erotic dreams. But do not delay and

44. return to reality, get up and walk away sad and downcast, counting the steps, head down,
without you the woman of my dreams, which fits into the arms of some other man.
120 Crossroads of life
When our dreams quiet down and fall asleep, when all our hopes vanish and disappear, only
when bad things happen and saw routine and the lights on the horizon fade bringing the total
darkness in our way and we feel bad, alone and without support in the fully inert crossroads of
life without knowing which direction will lead us to separate the wheat from the chaff is time to
calm the spirit for now only remains for us a solution, the most realistic, the most absolute
possible. It is in the arms of God that we seek shelter. He alone can revive our faith putting at
our disposal Jesus and all his Angels to illuminate our path and support our struggle for survival
in this world to get to the end of our journey with decency, head held high and stepping
background standing their ground until our lives end.
121 passion Sleeping
I have done everything to avoid the sadness and the pain that consumes my soul, but the lonely
man's life has become routine. It seems that this is my destiny, my fate to the rest of the days
that I lack. But do not condemn me who happen to be reading this writing now, I'm no pessimist,
unlike this from boy'm just a realist so do not be sorry for me or have pity given the fact that the
thoughts that assail me and put me down are now just a moment of weakness that leave me
dumbfounded face of such doldrums. Deep down I think I'll still turn this around, I'll redo my life,
I finally rekindle the fire in my chest asleep passion, it is not possible that there is in this world a
person who can live at my side, a woman who do dear making me a passionate dreamer.
122 teasing
I'm laughing stock in my work, I am treated as jester, as a real idiot. They make me clown and
his eyes shine with happiness when humiliate me with bad jokes. Com0 need support stand
and stand on my same post with wounded pride. But while they remain seated as if they were
the king's side laughing and making mockery dive deep into the world of poetry, I know the road
is long, has a lot thorn, but I'm slowly changing my steps alone supporting your burden I bear. I
do not deny that success is still a dream, but I put my hope in it. Just pray to God that his
angels to protect me so they do not see me one day sitting next to the king to making teasing
and laughing at those I know who are the real idiots.

45. 123 If I were the son of the Globe
If I were the son of the globe would not be a poor man, full of crickets, periphery resident,
nothing against the favela, on the contrary, but an ordinary guy like any Brazilian or would be
treated as sucker, to be so different, would be treated as people decent, would be making
money millionaire to kilos, would be a novel actor, making love to a beautiful and wonderful
woman in prime time. If he was the son of the globe would be the favorite target of
photographers and my life would be sweet and pink, not a fan who is quiet and with silly face in
fear of autographs
If I were the son of the globe would be a renowned artist and talent with my dreams easily
performed, famous and successful people, not a collector of unfinished projects, would use
designer clothes and designer objects, not cross the ferry channel to get my keep eating only
rice and beans for lunch and dinner because if I buy steak not spare money or for milk or for
bread.
Oh if I was the son of the globe would not be in a backyard little room now, where no one sees
me, would be in another world, after all was on the TV and eat caviar ..
124 Write revives me
The day emerges as the dawn is about to go taking the moon with her beauty, her charm as the
sun heats and soon appears overseas. It's an autumn day that begins tasty, unhurried and gets
me awake because my sleep is light. It's a day that should be wonderful, calm and quiet at least
for me already start doing what me more comfort, no matter if only for leisure but writing revives
me, gives me pleasure and makes me up, worth it it's just a shortcut on my way since I sosinho
support and have commitment to the work, but even so I'm content with the life story that god
created for me because I still have a moment of glory before I met my end.
125 inspiration
Sometimes when I think that I have no inspiration to write anything that the world of letters'm
not a turned page for months without writing I'm not even a line, hits me an urge to do it and
convinced me to try again. Now not being different, and face to face with the computer
keyboard feel like a conqueror of the Seven Seas sailing thousands of miles breaking the secret
of its islands looking for some unknown territory as it is well known that to form a good text you
need to dive deep into the ocean of words. It is thus joining letter by letter and grouping them
with great zeal that we avoid writing nonsense. After hours on end navigating these waters
imaginary fatigue slaughter me and then I dock my fictional ship just waiting for the debate is
beginning. Now it's up to you the reader judge my work. Should I continue or look for another
office?

46. 126 I am Brazilian
I wanted to change my voice and shout to the four corners of the world. I love you woman, I
want you, but I can not. Did sustain you in my arms and paste my mouth in his. I wanted to
leave you naked and raising your body with the softness of a kiss. Wanted to follow in his
footsteps for eternity sharing with you all my happiness. But this feeling is not mutual, it is only
mine is not ours. However do not give up because I'm stubborn, I am Brazilian, I know that in
your plans'm second, but struggle with faith and hope and I know one day you there to change
your concept making me first.