Nigerian Children´s Sing the praise...

THE ESSENCE: Missing flowers in the garden

THE ESSENCE: Missing flowers in the garden: when I open this window this old window I mean... That one of old deams that never came true... That ones I´ve never se...

Missing flowers in the garden

when I open this window
this old window I mean...
That one of old deams
that never came true...
That ones I´ve never seen...

I seen no garden, the flowers gone...
they are deeply dead inside the land...
They want to grow up again...
but they are not strong enough...
It can´t stand up...

but behind the curtains has still the sunrise...
the morning arise...
There is no fault...
there is no fear...
Only Hope...

Simple Glance...

I see you in heaven as the stars shining
the moon to light my way and it is becoming more distant so I can see you ... 
I See my body in the mirror, reflecting the rays of your  eyes to look at me ... 
Please read my thoughts so I could not say I love you...
check my mind decomposing so think of love I will ever get 
Moon illuminates my life as it is lonely like a castle high on walls where there are only dreams to fly my way .... 
I see you with his bright eyes, that throw me rays that make me your servant and I admire for its power to conquer me at a glance...

Soweto Gospel Choir - Amazing Grace

Snow in Central Park....

Because today is saturday...
And there is no a soft warm day...
There is no holding hands...
Only snow in the Central Park...

Your Eyes

Your eyes are like the sky...
Far...so far away from me
Your eyes make me smile...
and my eyes are looking for..
Your eyes,,,far from me and near the sky...

Esperança

Hoje bateu em minha porta uma senhorita
 Cheia de razão...
O que virá? Não sei..
Mas tudo vai dar certo...
As folhas ainda cairão no início do outono...
E as chuvas de março 
Talvez...virão?
Mas esse não é um poema para tratar da estação...
Bem sei que o tempo é o juiz da razão, dos corações...
Aflitos de tanto esperar...Espera...Espera...
Esperança...

Sem Inspiração...

Nada me inspira um poema noite quente de verão...

O tempo passou, o amor não chegou

Solidão...

Solidão além do oceano

Além do horizonte

Solidão que levou os meninos que deviam brincar

brincar, de bola no quintal...

As crianças que iam á escola

que tomavam sorvetes na praia, que corriam

na areia...brincavam no mar...

Solidão...

Que vê os anos chegarem...

As praças ficarem vazias...

As noites quentes se tornarem frias...

As pétalas murcharem, restando a raiz...