published poetry

lyrics

I've always been fond of experimenting with words, searching between the lines, stretching their limits, and pushing the margins. Invited to become a lyricist, blending words and chords, music became a "paper world" where I could write creatively, telling stories, creating characters, and inventing lives, abandoning the rules of science. Responding to the composer's conceptual reading, I always work over pre-existing wordless voice melodies, filling the empty metric with stories that can simultaneously shape and fall inside the world suggested by sounds and songs.

In the following lines, you can find the complete list of my published lyrics/poems. (All lyrics are protected by copyright laws ©. Please do not use or repost without permission.)

Noronha, Susana de, 2021, Lyrics of the single "A Little Hope", for the project At Freddy’s House, Portugal, Author's Edition.

A Little Hope

I will travel the world

away from home and alone

all I’m taking is a beating heart

my own

I don’t need any change

money can’t buy wasted years

and all I can save is a little time

right now

I don’t need any luck

and I can carry my mistakes

all I’m taking is a little hope

with me

all the roads have an end

I’ll take a map and a plan

find the way with my own hands

open up a new highway

and move on

I won’t take any keys

all I wanted is in my bag

all I’m taking is a beating heart

my own

with me

all I’m taking is a little wish

I’m just taking what my soul wants

all I’m saying is, I won’t return

Noronha, Susana de, 2020, Lyrics of the single "The Lamplight", for the project At Freddy’s House, Portugal, Author's Edition.

The Lamplight

Leaving back my hometown and my street

packing my old suitcase

in the house of my youth

I won’t forget the shape

of toys and bikes and pencil lines

when all the simple things

were hard to learn and needed time

I had plans and courage to get out

plastic trains and railroads

on the floor of my room

I won’t forget the smell

of books and dogs and candy bars

when all the little things

were big enough to make me laugh

there’s a light in the house where I lived and a song from the past

you can find my old dreams in the room where I buried my heart

as I look behind

I know that time won’t stop

I lock the front door

and leave at nine o’clock

there’s a light in the house where I lived and a song from the past

you can find my old dreams in the room where I buried my heart

Noronha, Susana de, 2015, Lyrics of the single "The Story of a Rag Doll", for the project At Freddy’s House, Portugal, Author's Edition.

The story of a rag doll

She can wear any kind of dress

she can have any name you want

and her smile hides her fear where you can’t see

all that she lost

cannot be bought

she’s like a doll

without a heart

she has no dreams

she feels no shame

and walks the streets in her small scarlet shoes

you can tell her your secret wish

she can fake any kind of love

her whole life breaks apart when you can’t see

all that she sold

cannot be found

she’s like a doll

without a heart

she has no dreams

she feels no shame

and walks the streets in her small scarlet shoes

she can hide behind a wig and behind a lie

when she’s pulled and torn apart she won’t sit and cry

she can mend a hole

lipstick can hide a scar

her silence is gold

maybe next time she’ll try to hide

and run away

just run home

just run away

Noronha, Susana de, 2012, Lyrics of the song "Written in blood, water and mud", for the project At Freddy’s House, in À Sombra de Deus Vol. 4, Portugal, Braga, CMB 2012.

Written in Blood, Water and Mud

Driving

I am driving away from home

yes, I’m trying

I am trying to find the words

to write them down

and tell you

why I left and lost my way again

I know that roads are like stories

but I do not listen

and I still cannot read the end

rain keeps on falling

mud and blood are strong, you see

and I keep returning to the place where my road begins and ends

yes, I’m driving.

Noronha, Susana de (2011) lyrics of the single “Windows and Curtains”, for the project At Freddy’s House, Portugal, Author's Edition.

Windows and curtains

I got old, my friend

and sometimes I feel like a ghost

in a rocking chair

in my living room

I can never leave

from my window I see the world

but the curtains hide

my own quiet home

if I had one more chance to walk

I would simply run

I would grab my shoes

a worn-out jacket

old rags were enough

I would move and dance like the flowers on a country road

oh my heart needs sun, rain and fire

I got old, my friend

and sometimes I feel like a ghost

in an empty house

in a wooden coat

I can never break

any part of my heart or bone

if I’m hard enough

I can die alone

if I had one more chance to walk

I would simply run

I would grab my shoes

a worn-out jacket

old rags were enough

I would move and dance like the flowers on a country road

oh my heart needs sun, rain and fire

but I cannot move

old age is a weight

that cannot be lifted

so I wait and sit around

chairs with legs cannot walk

and far from the door

I wish I could find

a way to get out

if I had one more chance to walk

I would simply run

I would grab my shoes

a worn-out jacket

old rags were enough

I would move and dance like the flowers on a country road

oh my heart needs sun, rain and fire

I got old, my friend

Noronha, Susana de, 2010, Lyrics of the Album Lock Full Version, project At Freddy’s House, Portugal, Cobra Discos.

1 - Prelude: the hunter’s song

I am the wolf
I ran half the way
hunting down my wounded prey

I’m half the man
half the beast I need
to feed the half that bleeds
I crawled for miles
ate the dust of time
one pound of life
could ease the wild inside my mind

like a song for vultures
beats a second heart
faster than water
a poacher’s knife stabs my life
and leaves me cold.

2 - The knot

If I could hold you once again
tied around your waist
I could pretend to hear your heartbeat
as it fades away
a stronger rope won’t pull you back
or lift the weight of what was left behind
one breaking strand at the end of the rope will fail

can I just hold you like a knot?

3 - A devil’s word

You crawl outside my house
with your deceiving tongue
I won’t invite you in
nor dress your changing skin

what you give is beyond what I need
I’ll keep my soul inside my chest, where it rests, unharmed

you’re tempting me but I don’t need your twisted deals anymore

a devil’s word won’t lure me out or rouse my greed

when all I want is here

your pointed nails won’t leave a scratch on my heart
your tail and scales won’t leave a mark on my floor anymore

what you sell can’t complete what I wish
what you give is beyond what I need
what you trade can’t replace what I own
I’ll take my soul inside my coat, to the ground, deep down.

4 - Road to rebellion

Singing loud my own tale

she calls me from sleep

lights my maze, guides my feet
my world is breaking, my roots burned down
as her voice moves my ground

she rolls old skin from my dry hands

unwraps my sight, extends the land

where I can walk and feel alive

touch the dirt, draw my signs

shout the words you never spent

break the walls you cannot bend
and you might dare to spin the world

while they wish it never turned

because the wind is slowing down

and the rain is turning sweet

and the storm is growing older

untie the ropes that bind your will
find a tongue you can speak
and reach beyond the roads of mud

break all ties while you run

learn the steps and walk again
a broken crutch won’t make the journey

life keeps running up ahead
time won’t wait for you to follow.

5 - My falling house

I raise my hands
and stretch the dry skin of old age
all the lines draw an ending
without time for amendments

time went by
my old house became smaller
all my doors seem too narrow
as my shadow grows taller

the stairs inside my falling house
pile the dust of old days
I laze beneath the rusty hatch
where I once locked the sunshine

I am home
I could lay here where the walls tell my story

I rest my head down on the cold floor
I can wait here for a while, before morning

the light inside my falling house
warms the dust of old days
from the roof the open hatch
cuts half my ageing shadow.

6 - Ink on paper*

The skies are grey and cold on the outside
she lives in a paper world made with pencils

locked inside her room as the rain falls

her windows are meant to break
can she walk on her own
away from all that she knows?

she left her bed undone
she left her books unread
while her time ran out
and her walls fell down
she stepped outside her doorway

now she walks on her own

away from all that she knows

with the strokes of crayons she repaints the world
from the sky above us to the lands below
she has found a way to replace all the black and white
with a tinted dust that spreads around outside
will the black clouds ever whiten as the sun dries the paint?

will her hands keep on drawing our green painted plains?

*For the painter: Kirsti Ottem Langeland

7 - Lighthouse woman

Light a candle
clear my night-time’s sky
warm the haze above the sea
and say a prayer for me
and say you’ll wait for me
my boat is far and frail

wait outside your door
you’re strong enough to guide me
stand outside your door
and burn the dark around me

light a candle
write a farewell’s note
lock the past behind your door
and sail away with me
across the silent seas
my boat will reach the shore

wait outside your door
you’re strong enough to guide me
stand outside your door
and burn the dark around me

a tired flame brings me home
outside her door she dressed in pure white

on ageing stairs she held a smile
between her hands an old candlelight.

8 - On sacred ground

A newborn light exhales the day

like a laugh from a crowd locked in heaven far away
a pagan God inhales the flame

where the night burns her shroud

where the dawn lights up her face

around my feet

a swollen tongue of streams
floods the lands where seraphs build the shrine of dreams
I know the place where winged lovers hide

I know this place where desire grows

where angels meet

rusty halos are lost between the lust

falling like dust on the ground
dirty feathers are lost between a touch

falling like dust on the ground

a painted door hides a promised land

tell the world that I found a way

spread the word that I found the way to a sacred ground

I was around when God Himself fell in love with a woman’s voice
He seems more perfect high above, on His throne, wrenched by love.

9 - A gunman’s bullet

Mother say a prayer and bring a flower

brother dig a grave my guns are silent

take me home

keep me close

one shot sealed my fate warmer than fire
a bullet stains my back

my blood won’t rest now

a red cold dye paints the ground
my red cold life spreads around.

10 - Box with dancing dolls

Place your arms around my own
take your time to move along
I will lead and you will hold me
the music plays when the lid is opened

a windup key sets the floor in motion

as we learn our dance

take your time to learn the steps
you won’t fall from satin shoes
you can trust your lifeless balance
a puppet’s dance on a clockwork trance

plastic feet wont get sore or broken

as we learn our dance

we’re moving fast to spin around the floor

a made up life lacking flesh and bone

we’re moving slow to take our final bow

without applauding crowds

as we learn our dance

the music stops while the lid is closing
the windup stage starts to lose its fleeting bright.

11 - Tempest Girl

Hey you, I’m knocking at your door
hey you, they told me you were gone
but I ran
I ran so many miles
just like dust, I’ll wait and sit around

please come out or let me in
can you still just dance with me?
I’ll whistle our song

are you lost or locked away?
are you hiding like a secret?
I’ll find out where you are

hey you, I’m waiting at your door
hey you, you told me you were home
just like rain, you’re running down the stairs

and you move like wind across the floor

will your frail roof hold the storm
while you laugh and dance with me?
a twister growing strong

can I stay and hold you close?
let my long arms be your ceiling
my legs can be your walls.

12 - A Perfect Drum

I will walk for a while
and leave no sin behind
you can draw with your fingertips
a map across my skin
like the water runs to the sea
will you come along and follow me?
can you tie your hair around my heart?
just one single strand can bind the halves

I will walk my whole life
and leave my bags behind
you will find on the road ahead
that all we need is time
like the water runs to the sea
will you come along and follow me?
can you hold our love and make it last
like a perfect drum inside your chest?

days will turn to years and night will fall from winter skies

as we walk
simple flowers grow around our feet as seasons die
as we walk
can’t you see them blooming all around?
I feel our grey hair falling down
and close my eyes.

13 - Scarlet Garden

Like a simple knot
you keep on holding me
I’m trapped inside your arms
my little weed

once again
you fill my empty home
you grow in silent rooms
spreading scarlet poison over my floor
I’m tied again

when you move, I can hardly breathe
little scents and deadly seeds
fill the air and turn to petals all around my neck

raise your hands to the sky
and let your thorns wrap my life
plant your roots around my coat
don’t you let me go

restless hungry flower
just keep on holding me
I’m trapped inside your arms
my little need

once again
you grow on naked walls
around my ageing bed
you’re a scarlet garden behind my door
I’m tied again

when you leave, I can hardly breathe
little scents and deadly seeds
fill the air and turn to sadness in my empty chest

place your feet in the dark
and let your roots fill my heart
like a weed around your skirt
I can’t let you go.

Noronha, Susana de, 2009, Lyrics of the song "Tempest Girl", for the project At Freddy’s House, in 3 Pistas Vol.2, Portugal, Antena3 & Edições Valentim de Carvalho/ Iplay.

Tempest Girl

Hey you, I’m knocking at your door

hey you, they told me you were gone

but I ran

I ran so many miles

just like dust, I’ll wait and sit around

please come out or let me in

can you still just dance with me?

I’ll whistle our song

are you lost or locked away?

are you hiding like a secret?

I’ll find out where you are

hey you, I’m waiting at your door

hey you, you told me you were home

just like rain, you’re running down the stairs

and you move like wind across the floor

will your frail roof hold the storm

while you laugh and dance with me?

a twister growing strong

can I stay and hold you close?

let my long arms be your ceiling

my legs can be your walls.

Noronha, Susana de, 2009, Lyrics of the EP Lock, for the project At Freddy’s House, [International digital edition] Portugal, Optimus Discos.

1 - The knot

If I could hold you once again

tied around your waist

I could pretend to hear your heartbeat

as it fades away

a stronger rope won’t pull you back

or lift the weight of what was left behind

one breaking strand at the end of the rope will fail

can I just hold you like a knot?

2 - Road to rebellion

Singing loud my own tale, she calls me from sleep

lights my maze, guides my feet

my world is breaking, my roots burned down

as her voice moves my ground

she rolls old skin from my dry hands

unwraps my sight, extends the land

where I can walk and feel alive

touch the dirt, draw my signs

shout the words you never spent

break the walls you cannot bend

and you might dare to spin the world

while they wish it never turned

because the wind is slowing down

and the rain is turning sweet

and the storm is growing older

untie the ropes that bind your will

find a tongue you can speak

and reach beyond the roads of mud

break all ties while you run

learn the steps and walk again

a broken crutch won’t make the journey

life keeps running up ahead

time won’t wait for you to follow.

3 - On sacred ground

A newborn light exhales the day

like a laugh from a crowd locked in heaven far away

a pagan God inhales the flame

where the night burns her shroud

where the dawn lights up her face

around my feet

a swollen tongue of streams

floods the lands where seraphs build the shrine of dreams

I know the place where winged lovers hide

I know this place where desire grows

where angels meet

rusty halos are lost between the lust

falling like dust on the ground

dirty feathers are lost between a touch

falling like dust on the ground

a painted door hides a promised land

tell the world that I found a way

spread the word that I found the way to a sacred ground

I was around when God Himself fell in love with a woman’s voice

He seems more perfect high above, on His throne, wrenched by love.

4 - My falling house

I raise my hands

and stretch the dry skin of old age

all the lines draw an ending

without time for amendments

time went by

my old house became smaller

all my doors seem too narrow

as my shadow grows taller

the stairs inside my falling house

pile the dust of old days

I laze beneath the rusty hatch

where I once locked the sunshine

I am home

I could lay here where the walls tell my story

I rest my head down on the cold floor

I can wait here for a while, before morning

the light inside my falling house

warms the dust of old days

from the roof the open hatch

cuts half my ageing shadow.

5 - A gunman’s bullet

Mother say a prayer and bring a flower

brother dig a grave my guns are silent

take me home

keep me close

one shot sealed my fate warmer than fire

a bullet stains my back

my blood won’t rest now

a red cold dye paints the ground

my red cold life spreads around.

6 - Box with dancing dolls

Place your arms around my own

take your time to move along

I will lead and you will hold me

the music plays when the lid is opened

a windup key sets the floor in motion

as we learn our dance

take your time to learn the steps

you won’t fall from satin shoes

you can trust your lifeless balance

a puppet’s dance on a clockwork trance

plastic feet wont get sore or broken

as we learn our dance

we’re moving fast

to spin around the floor

a made up life lacking flesh and bone

we’re moving slow

to take our final bow

without applauding crowds

as we learn our dance

the music stops while the lid is closing

the windup stage starts to lose its fleeting bright.

Noronha, Susana de, 2009, Lyrics of the song "My Falling House", for the project At Freddy’s House, in Novos Talentos FNAC 2009, [New Talents FNAC 2009], Portugal, FNAC.

My falling house

I raise my hands

and stretch the dry skin of old age

all the lines draw an ending

without time for amendments

time went by

my old house became smaller

all my doors seem too narrow

as my shadow grows taller

the stairs inside my falling house

pile the dust of old days

I laze beneath the rusty hatch

where I once locked the sunshine

I am home

I could lay here where the walls tell my story

I rest my head down on the cold floor

I can wait here for a while, before morning

the light inside my falling house

warms the dust of old days

from the roof the open hatch

cuts half my ageing shadow.

Noronha, Susana de (2009) Lyrics of the album Undergod/Underdog, for the band Pyroscaphe, (digital edition in 23 countries through iTunes, Napster and eMusic) Los Angeles, Poison Tree Records.

1 - Vertigo Red

I know I won’t get off this chair again

can’t find the will to force my knees to leave

I’ll stay and have a vintage wine

until my legs can reach the door

my veins fill up

with floral notes of sin

a toxic garden floor

where I’ll dance and fall

until my heart fails

my mouth is a dry bottle’s neck

while my guts are soaked in vertigo red

I throw away my guilt

and smell your scent

to feel your taste

I’ll stay and have a glass of wine

until my legs walk out the door

my head fills up

with liquid aching lust

a toxic water weed

that binds my will until I drown

my mouth is a dry bottle’s neck

and I am too tired to be a virtuous man

I swallow my guilt

and throw up the rest of my own shame

I try to stand up one more time

but my feet won’t obey for a while

I am falling

I have fallen from grace.

Lyrics: Susana de Noronha / Music: Frederico Cristiano

2 - Devilish Resident

I feel a growing presence underneath my skin

changing flesh and shadow from within

I hear him laughing

I hear him scream

acid lies through my teeth

my red little devil find your way out

your scarlet friendship poisons my heart

I can feel you twisting my tongue

with your sour poems, riddles and songs

we both know

God is too old to believe he can win back my trust

he still preaches, but he has a weaker voice

while your words please my soul

my red little devil find your way out

your scarlet friendship poisons my heart

I can feel you twisting my thoughts

with your velvet curtains, riddles and knots

I’ll spit out your name

my red little devil.

Lyrics: Susana de Noronha / Music: Frederico Cristiano

3 - The Walking Scarecrow

Will I ever walk the unfinished road made by the stormy wind?

Will I ever feel the smell of dust left by the falling rain?

I’m just a rotten pile of straw

my open arms and hands won’t scare the birds away

at dawn, I like to hear them sing

they speak about the world and never-ending fields

I know distant lands

though I never left this place

I know all the names of flowers and trees

though I share my seeds with crows

I’m just a rotten pile of straw

my open arms and hands won’t scare the birds away

at dawn, I’ll put on my hat and leave

they’ll show me all the roads to the never-ending fields

can they take me there?

Lyrics: Susana de Noronha / Music: Márcio Décio

4 - Mobster Outfit

I walk with a pistol on my striped suit

I keep Virgin Mary in my wallet

I’m no common crook

I respect the dead

always bless their souls before I shoot

I’m a family man

God watches my back from up above

I’m the head of a gang

of vultures and men

behind His back

I carry my secrets in my suitcase

along with the profit of my last crime

I’m no common crook

I respect the law

any business needs lawyers and lies

I’m a family man

God watches my back from up above

I’m the head of a gang of vultures and men

behind His back

behind the back of God

behind His back.

Lyrics: Susana de Noronha / Music: Frederico Cristiano & Márcio Décio

5 - Contract Killer

I drive around looking for your face

I’ll stay around until I find your trace

they wrote down your name

on my book of pain

I will put you down

and just turn the page

can I clean my hands with ether?

I’m not getting calm or cleaner

I drive around haunted by your face

you’ll stay around until I lose your trace

can I clean my hands with ether?

I’m not getting calm or cleaner

you’re still around me.

Lyrics: Susana de Noronha / Music: Márcio Décio

6 - About Men and Mutts

A black dog is barking

his master calls

he won’t hear his voice tonight

they traded places, rabies for rage,

whistles and bites for knives

the ring was made for humans

dogs will sit and watch the fight

their bones will break and shatter

and the hound dogs will eat as lords

a black dog is barking

applauding his man

a crowd of mutts scratching the head

smelling the mud and the sweat

mixing with blood painted flesh

a black dog is barking

his master died

he just sat and watched the fight

his bones are soft leftovers

in the round bowls of feeding dogs

while the ring is calm and silent

the four legged crowd keeps asking for more

a black dog is barking

applauding his man

a crowd of mutts scratching the head

smelling the mud and the sweat

mixing with blood painted flesh.

Lyrics: Susana de Noronha / Music: Frederico Cristiano

7 - Scavenger Jack

Out on the streets, it’s all so quiet

my worn out shoes stroll like rats

the unleashed dog that barks all night

sings our pain and tainted life

I stretch my hand in the cold

you turn your back everyday

I’m just a bag of dirt,

warm spit, blood and hope

If you could find a heart in your ironed coat

then I could have a cent in my pocket’s throat

my hunger grows older and stronger than love

I stretch my hand in the cold

you turn your back everyday

I’m just a bag of dirt,

twenty nails, skin and bone.

Lyrics: Susana de Noronha / Music: Frederico Cristiano

8 - My Confinement

Look at me my perfect love

please ignore all my evil flaws

all I see are closing doors

all I touch are the dirty walls

where my shadow lives

outside my skin there’s no room for me

there’s an armchair with my name back in hell

I’m invited to rest my legs

while a calm current of light, ash and flame

dries the flow inside my veins

please go home now

you can’t hold my hand

I’m on my own

you can’t follow me

there’s no room in hell

just go home now

I can’t take you there

there’s an armchair with my name back in hell

I’m invited to rest my head

while a calm current of light, ash and flame

stops the heart inside my chest

do you see a killer while I sit down

or a king of sorrow on a wired throne?

can you tell me what you see?

Lyrics: Susana de Noronha / Music: Frederico Cristiano

9 - Undergod

I still hear the words of Mary by the Crucified

a wooden cross won’t fit the arm length of your thousand crimes

watch the signs

His broken hands won’t save this town

He cannot move

He bowed his head and lost his crown

He cannot rule

His wounded skin is far from sacred, just a feast for flies

watch his mouth

His final words won’t save your souls

God isn’t moved

left to hang, he’s trapped and mute

He cannot choose

His wasted vows won’t save this town

you’ve got to move

turn around and leave this town

you’ve got to move.

Lyrics: Susana de Noronha / Music: Márcio Décio

10 - Underdog

I bet my life on a poker hand

all the odds were against my plans

the dice fell on the wrong side of fate

my virtues have foolishly fallen

while the vice dragged me for more

I cannot lose my soul again

who can ever trust me?

I’m a devil’s puppet

shuffling decks of darkened hearts

I bet my life on a blackjack hand

all the cards were a palm-sized trap

and the Joker kept laughing at my face

all my chances fell before me

my sweat poured out like venom

can I win back my soul again?

who can ever trust me?

I’m a devil’s puppet

shuffling decks of darkened hearts

one more string of rope

holds my gambler’s hand

all my moves and tricks

tie me to despair

I pull myself away

and end up being caught

at the devil’s table

where fate and cards are marked

unlike a Joker’s smile

luck is just one sided.

Noronha, Susana de (2006) Lyrics of the songs "Drunken Boat" and "Rubber Nose", for the project At Freddy’s House, in Acorda! Nova Música Portuguesa em mp3, [Acorda! First mp3 compilation of Portuguese contemporary music], Antena3 and Cobra Discos.

Drunken Boat

Drifting around

a small boat ‘drowned’

a cold wave wore it down

the men that died

waited for a turning tide to solid ground

miles away from home

a black boat sank

with a golden flag

its wrecks light up the shore

the men that drowned

waited for an angel in a drowning world

in a drowning world, wings can beat no more

they faked a salted smile

and they spoke of lover’s arms

but the breaking ties with land and life won’t hold the warmest heart

they headed for the storm

and they tamed the worst of winds

but their fading sails dressed to mourn won’t face the rise of dawn again

nor the dust of land.

Rubber Nose

I’m a poor clown away from the crowds

I grow older, life gets shorter

all my life I painted a frown

now they tell me smile no longer!

why do you laugh at me?

why do you stare at me?

I’ll just pack my bags and leave

-take that clown away from here!

laughter rhymes with madness

plastic baldness hiding sadness

all my life has been a circus

now they tell me smile no longer!

why do you laugh at me?

why do you stare at me?

pretend I’m no longer here

-take that clown away from here!

on the stage and for the last time

I’m the star who runs the show

my red nose is all I’ve got

rubber nose the last of clowns

an applause is all I want

why don’t you take a seat?

I’ll put on a coloured wig

come watch all my stunts and tricks

stay around while lights go down.

poems

Noronha, Susana de (2010) Poems in Portuguese: "Entre a língua e o papel", "Das tuas orelhas para os meus dedos", "o G do teu golpe: fibroso maligno", "Mãe muscipula", "Do avesso", in Oficina de Poesia: revista da palavra e da imagem, nº 14, II semestral series, March. Coimbra: Palimage, pp. 75-81.

https://www.ces.uc.pt/iframe/publicacoes/oficinadepoesia/14.pdf

Entre a língua e o papel

Só existe a paisagem

coisas

chama

incendeiam a palavra em cinzas eleve pestanas

c(a)rtas teus cabelos

do horizonte, o deus único chama página do mínimo acontecimento a forma berço se elide

metáfora

batendo

Das tuas orelhas para os meus dedos

Paisagem?

reduzidas cinzas

fendas

corvos

chama

palavra

único relâmpago diminuto

o G do teu golpe: fibroso maligno

Gume de faca

guloso por carne

gosta de golpes

na gordura que guardas

maligna gramática

monstrengo grifado

esgalhando as gramas

do braço alargado

fibroso espigão

guincho triplo de estriga

garrote grotesco

na garra que tinhas

gangrena no gancho

do garfo do demo

a guante de guita

guardando teus dedos

greta e coto

com ganas de gente

esgadanha para fora

governa o gesto

ganhando a guerra

galgando a margem

engolindo o resto

de bom grado carrego

a gota de guache

e grossa grafite

o traço gasto do braço

apagando a grossura do legado maldito

Mãe muscipula

Braço de árvore em ciclone de pó

malmequeres dionaea muscipula, viole(n)ta pintada

vestida de negro, escarlate e branco

em três pernas de calças, luvas e capa de santo

Do avesso

Calma como sobras frias

dorida como luz aberta

num parto de sombra golfada sobre erva-doce

agitada como terrina fechada

quente e feia é a mão que no prato

depois de bela te abre virada para o amargo nada