Regular Summer

Here I thought this was going to be a regular summer...

But I met you, and you completely changed it!

You turned my life upside down,

Rotated it 136 something degrees,

Changed the laws of nature to allow butterflies to live in my stomach..

All that just because you live and breathe.

When you smile,

When you laugh,

Relativity becomes relative and time itself stops.

The world stops turning,

The cars stop moving,

The birds stop singing..

all that matters is you,

And the fact that you are:

happy,:

that you are:

here,

that you are you.

M. Ochôa

Ri-te da vida.
Ri-te de ti próprio,
Não te leves demasiado a sério.
Simplesmente,
Ama.

  Anónimo

Direct Orders

You’ve been given a direct order to Rock the f**k Out


Rock out like you were just given the last rock n’ roll record on earth and the minutes are counting down to flames;

Rock out like you just won both show case show downs;

Rock out like the streets are empty except for you, your bicycle and your headphones;

Rock out like your lips were just placed onto a break-dancing muse with legs that go all the way up;

(...)

Rock out like you’d never have to open a text book again;

Rock out like you get paid to disturb the peace;

Rock out like music it’s all that you got;

Rock out like you were standing on a rooftop and the city is as loud and glowing as a river flowing below you;

Rock out like the plane is going down and there are 102 people onboard and 101 parachutes;

Rock out like the streets and the books are all on fire and the flames can only be extinguished by doing the electric slide;

Rock out like it’s Saturday afternoon and Monday was a national holiday;

Rock out like someone’s got a barrel pointed at your temple saying “Rock out like your life depended on it fool because it does”;

Rock out like your eyes are fading but you still got your ears but you don’t know for how long so rock out like five o’clock time meant pop'n'lock time;

Rock out like you got your pants full of tokens and nothing to do but everything;

Rock out like you were the international Skee-Ball champion of the entire universe;

Rock out like you just escaped an evil orphanage to join a Russian circus;

Rock out like your hero was falling and you were spinning your limbs until they burst into a flaming pyre of remembrance;

Rock out like you are enslaved in the south and dancing it’s all that you have to know who you are;

Rock out like your dead grandfather just came back to take a drive with you and your brand new car;

Rock out like the table was full;

Rock out like the neighbours all waved;

Rock out like the walls won’t fall but dammit you’re going die trying to make them;

Rock Out like the stereo's volume dial now has the figure eight of infinity on it instead of merely numbers;

Rock out like it’s raining outside and you’ve got a girl to run through with;

Rock out like you’re playing football in the mud and your washing machine is not broken;

Rock out like you threw your window open on your honeymoon because you wanted the whole world to know what love is;

Rock out like you’ve just got a book published;

Rock out like you’ve just went at your high school reunion and find that everyone even the women are overweight and bald except for the former homecoming queen who just been divorced by an impotent husband and only has eyes for ... you;

Rock out like you’ve got a date with Heidi Klum;

Rock out like the shadow of a man passes behind you, drops you to your knees, you're buckling and sweating, cold metal pushed to your forehead, the trigger's pulled and the... gun jams;

Rock out like you’ve got an empty appointment book and a full tank of gas;

Rock out like Jimmy has returned carrying brand new guitar stings;

Rock out like the mangos are in season;

Rock out like the record player won’t skip;

Rock out like this has the last weekend, like these were the last words, like you don’t want to forget HOW!



Direct Orders by Anis Mojgani

Para Ser Grande

Para ser grande, sê inteiro: nada
Teu exagera ou exclui.
Sê todo em cada coisa. Põe quanto és
No mínimo que fazes.
Assim em cada lago a lua toda
Brilha porque alta vive.

Ricardo Reis

Onde Quer Que Esteja

Onde quer que esteja, em qualquer lugar
na Terra, escondo dos outros a certeza de
que n ã o s o u d a q u i.
Como se tivesse sido enviado para absorver
o máximo das cores, sons, cheiros, sabores,
provar de tudo o que é
reservado ao Homem, converter o vivido
num registo mágico e levá-lo para lá, de onde
parti

Onde quer que esteja by Czesław Miłosz

Alguns gostam de poesia

Alguns -
Quer dizer nem todos.
Nem a maioria de todos, mas a minoria.
Excluindo escolas, onde se deve
e os próprios poetas,
serão talvez dois em mil.

Gostam -
mas também se gosta de canja de massa,
gosta-se da lisonja e da cor azul,
gosta-se de um velho cachecol,
gosta-se de levar a sua avante,
gosta-se de fazer festas a um cão.

De poesia -
mas o que é a poesia?
Algumas respostas vagas
já foram dadas,
mas eu não sei e não sei, e a isto me agarro
como a um corrimão providencial.

Alguns gostam de Poesia by Wisława Szymborska

Todos temos um

Todos temos um,
mesmo quem não quer admitir,
é verdade e não vale a pena negar!

Todos temos um,
parte de um,
ideia,
sonho,
ou fantasia.

Aqui, agora,
é procurar,
descobrir,
escolher e
admitir que...
todos temos um poema preferido.



Aqui fica uma colecção de poemas diversos que vou descobrindo.
Sugiram, leiam, comentem, partilhem..

Mateus G. Ochôa