Your way, my way

Walking beside you,
What will I do?

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'll Paths of flowers.

Gênesis

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In my vain philosophy
A new world
Arises every day

Pedro and the rock ...

Phot by Raphael Bicalho

While the rock supports,
Pedro pushes the world
(to a better place)

dedicated to Peter, my nephew 
and all the people who know conjugate the verb to love

Navigating is necessary, parodying Caetano

I need
to determine the moment

Open my sails in the wind 

Images and (almost) words.

Monet and Bresson: pigments
Registering the enchantment.
My verses, fragments,
Interjections of astonishment!

Equation

Reliance, Faith & Knowledge:
On the product of these coefficients
The bound of possible

(version by Rafael Bicalho)

Sails

When I open my sails

I'm not just a boat.

I become caravels 

Perception

Look at the greatness
Of the planet you're part of:
Preserving it is to preserve thee. 

Life

I try to compose my life
With some care
And wide horizons 

the rider and the mills

With energy mills,

A modern Don Quixote

Do not fight. 

Wisdom, by inspiration of Maize Trindade

Wisdom is know how to live
in the midst of questions
in the midst the gifts

The sunset

However brilliant you are

Allow other brightness

So is the sun in the west

In announcing the stars

Follow, Clara...

You may not believe,
But the morning says:
There will be a new day

Flow

Thirst for living life

Until the last sip

Until the last drop

Bridge

Point to point a bridge
Between Past and Future,
 By this way.

The veil of mist

Behind the veil of mist
The nature excites me
To reveal and loving it
And never to lose sight

The light of a city

A secret kiss.
Someone happy
Turns on the light in Paris!

To Novais Neto and the Current River

Return to fill
My eyes and my soul.
In its waters, I will.

Icarus, the pilgrim

Because I flew too close the sun
With my wax wings
I lost a chance
but I did not lose the perspective.
If I can not fly, I walk
And if you can not walk, delirious,
Dream and desire
So follow the ways of the world
So I digress, and poetry
I do not want the sun as an enemy
But as light and heat
I do not want the flight as a danger
But when writing I want to float
And to spread words to the wind

Araujo: great friend and great heart

A light that attracts and dazzles:
It's your dream to tell you
Come, but calmly in this search.

an image,A verse and a memory of Drummond. To animate Ana

Road that divides
Life offered.
Want the road and want the life
If not, forget it.

Time

On the street that I see from my balcony
The memories
Already turns the corner.

To the Poet Renio Assis

I would say,

 If you have only one pen,
 Preserve it and look for the ink.
 Then you have the poem.