À Deriva No Teu Mar

Como o mar o teu cabelo espalha-se:

Nasce calmo, crescendo ondulado,

Longo e verdadeiro, chega encaracolado

À praia onde passeio o meu desejo.

Sobre os teus ombros e os teus seios

Um mar perfeito, natureza próspera

Que me inunda o coração com um sorriso.

À deriva nas tuas dementes ondas,

Respirando o amor que navega pelo mar,

Que se espalha como o teu cabelo.

 

 

Filipe Dumas, 9/10 de Dezembro de 2008

Liars And The Truth

Este poema foi escrito do ponto de vista de alguém que acorda todos os dias sem saber quem é, sem saber nada para além do que lhe é dito. É completamente controlado pelo governo, pelos media e pelas várias corporações que nos comercializam. Um dia pergunta-se quem é.

Liars And The Truth

I fell asleep yesterday

And woke up today knowing nothing.

I felt the shiver they shot on me,

I felt it coming empty across my body,

Paralyzing, hypnotizing, seducting.

I feared what it was, still I embraced it,

Sucked it up until I was satisfied.

But I never was.

They’re living in my head,

Blurry monsters dressed in white.

Pictures of the truth,

Questions always unanswered.

The shiver is a lie,

It’s always been a lie,

It’s always been hiding my face.

That Man

Escrevi agora há pouco um poema que foi inspirado na música que estava a ouvir, Losing My Religion, dos R.E.M., banda de Alternative Rock que há já muito tempo se passeia pelo mundo.

O que escrevi é sobre a homogeneização das culturas, das pessoas, de tudo... Estamos todos a tornar-nos iguais ao ponto de perdermos a nossa personalidade. Estamos a tornar-nos escravos da indiferença.

That Man

I saw a man today.
He was sitting in his place,
I didn’t know if he was crying
Or laughing out loud.
I didn’t know if he was smiling
Or frowning his sadness out.

The man I saw today,
He was alone in his corner,
But I didn’t know if he was alone
Or near someone else.
I didn’t know if he was himself
Or just another person. 

I didn’t anything about him
Because today
Everything’s the same.
I didn’t know what was that man
Because this day
No sun is shining. 

I saw a man today.
He was looking at another one,
I didn’t know if he loved him
Or hated him deep inside.
I didn’t know if he was hugging
Or stabbing his fellow brother. 

I didn’t know anything about him
Because today
Everything’s the same.
I didn’t know who was that man
Because this day
The sun is still sleeping.

Pop Is Dead

Muahaha!

Best Of Filipe Dumas

"HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!". É o que devem pensar ao ler o título desta entrada. Pois, mas decidi reunir aqui os links para os que considero ser os melhores posts do meu blog. Os que mais me orgulho, talvez.

Cá vai (do mais antigo para o mais recente):

I need... (Março)

Grafomania (Abril)

Bats In Silence (Novembro)

O Homem Cinzento (Novembro)

A Paixão (Novembro)

O Nascer Da Arte (Novembro)

Forever Once (Novembro)

Joowy! (Novembro)

Together (Dezembro)

A entrada Joowy! não foi escrita por mim, mas tem um grande significado para mim.

Kiss Me

Broken Promise

Together

Porque "together we're invincible". Amo-te. Para sempre. Nunca te abandonarei.

Together

The unwanted rainbow

Might shine under our heads,

It might draw the colours to it,

To his emptiness.

We will always know

That it was a result of our love,

The light on the water,

The smile behind it.

Should I cry with you

Or should we shout in happiness,

Should we look to the sun

Or stare at the rain?

I don’t care for anything

That’s outside this perfect circle,

I don’t see any beating hearts

Other than ours.

Everything in the world

Is meaningful and worth a life

And everything in my world

Is you.

If you don’t bleed again

We will drain our lives for it,

We will suffer a new life

Together.