O mundo, uma poesia
Blog sob construção - como a vida, que nunca para!
Poetry (in English)
Don’t Wake Me Up
Don’t want to wake me up from this daydreaming,
Never want to think of doing this insanity.
Seeing you here is so true as it seems to be.
In here, I can live what I couldn’t live out there
Let me sleep as if it were forever this deep sleep,
So that I can be what I couldn’t be indeed,
So that I can be what you thought I would be.
Let me make our bliss even though you don’t care
Don’t wake me up and let me keep sleeping.
Without your affection, without your attention,
So, I know it’s better to keep dreaming.
Don’t ever wake me up from any dream
I know reality won’t be real to believe
Don’t wake me up, understand what I mean
Because I need to keep sleeping just to live
Out there, I know our dreams are so up in the air
But, unfortunately, time’s up to that affair
So let’s dream, because there’s nothing to beware
Let me make our bliss even though it’s a fantasy
Don’t wake me up and let me keep this way
Simply sleeping, daydreaming
With you in my head I know I’ll stay
Don’t ever wake me up from any dream
I know reality won’t be real to believe
Don’t wake me up, understand what I mean
Because I need to keep sleeping just to live
Marvin San - 2008
Rich Art
A Wildflower Painting
There is something in your eyes, actually from your vibe, that tells me a thing I’m not sure whether I can read. If only I had an opportunity...
Rather than decipher its hidden message, I’d like to hear from your own voice
or, even, taste it from your lips – from your tongue, what might be conveyed to my acute sensitive senses, already touched by my creative imagination in and of itself.
Such an intriguing point that tears me on the very inside of myself!
Oh, I acknowledge that’s kind of rocked my mind – the craziest thoughts I could ever have then just lie...
which I’d call somewhat notionless from me, but, basically quite exciting.
That’s it! That’s way true.
Even though I’d better remain silent and bottled up about such unquietness in and out over me,
here are some of the words I figure out I manage to deliver to turn transparent how I’ve felt then.
In fact, how I’m still feeling now!
You’re such an ironic fine art of my own craziness regarding what I’ve got no clue at all!
Rich art, wish you’d give yourself away in a way possible into this craving of mine,
as behind this all that’s felt in here, much more is there to find.
Also, having to get it however clear that it’s not does undoubtedly disturb – you ought to know.
Chiefly, so ought I, due to all probable torment arisen, to all mindfulness fading caused so.
I’ve got no mind!
Thus, although saying the following now does hurt myself to the core,
I’ll have to merely keep bearing you in mind as sort of a flower, a wildflower
– since by picking you up, all this simply curious wonder might happen to fade in me,
which is far from my actual intention – whose an imaginable possession is not meant to be so, an end,
and as neither is life the way I expect it to, I just let it be… I just let it go!
But just don’t wink at me. Please, no!
Marvin San - 30.03.2018
