segunda-feira, 28 de janeiro de 2013


and I will wait
to the last leaf to fall
to the last flower to shrivel
and suddenly 
i will not remember you anymore
and it will be a bright day
of a peaceful loneliness
that will embrace my heart
and ease my soul.
goodbye.

domingo, 27 de janeiro de 2013



o coração não cabe
esse peito aperta
na certa
desperta
aquilo que não cabe
que não tem tamanho
que não cobre
o buraco que fica
pinica
o incômodo
de todo dia
ter que carregar 
esse vazio.
enquanto você não aparecer
e me levar pra casa
e me pegar no colo
tudo continuará cinza.
anseio pelas conversas de domingo
finjo
simulo
atuo
aturo
atropelo tudo
e você não vem.
mas precisa ser preenchido
e o desejo
dá lugar à raiva
de não te achar
em lugar algum
em casa alguma
em coração algum.
e o que me sobra é remorso
de não seres o que gostaria
o que me resta é um não
a recusa de você
pois não quero mais 
que me preencha
me penetre
me possua
me envolva.
fica longe.

quarta-feira, 23 de janeiro de 2013




i can't be here anymore
'till you give me back my sock
'till you give me back my sex
and the memories will be moments of a distant past
and none of you will invade any of my dreams
'cause one day i might be happy 
and fulfill this emptiness 
not with a person
not with a love
but with a reason
and i will not fall in love with any smile
with any sad eyes
and that's the bottom line
i want to believe.

terça-feira, 15 de janeiro de 2013

[ Just a distant dream ]


"Remember the first time I told you I love you -
It was raining hard and you never heard -
You sneezed! and I had to say it over
'I said I love you' I said... you didn't say a word
Just held your hands to my shining eyes
And I watched as the rain ran through your fingers
Held your hands to my shining eyes and smiled as you kissed me...

'If you die' you said 'so do I' you said...
And it starts the day you make the sign
'tell me I'm forever yours and you're forever mine
Forever mine...'

'If you die' you said 'so do I' you said...
And it starts the day you cross that line
'swear I will always be yours and you'll always be mine
You'll always be mine
Always be mine... '

Remember the last time I told you I love you -
It was warm and safe in our perfect world -
You yawned and I had to say it over
'I said I love you' I said... you didn't say a word
Just held your hands to your shining eyes
And I watched as the tears ran through your fingers
Held your hands to your shining eyes and cried...

'If you die' you said 'so do I' you said...
But it ends the day you see how it is
There is no always forever... just this...
Just this...

'If you die' you said 'so do I' you said
But it ends the day you understand
There is no if... just and

There is no if... just and
There is no if..."


_______________________________________________________________ There is no if - The Cure ______

segunda-feira, 7 de janeiro de 2013



i hate this
i hate the way i always think things are
and how i find out i'm dreaming
eager to come back to that spot i once was
to start feeling something again
so i hold on to the tiniest thing that appears
the first smile
the first gentle touch
and i keep fooling myself
my wishes become a non realistic interpretation of life
and i get lost 
everytime
in this game of hurting myself
while i wait for someone to emerge
it's almost funny to think 
how childish this is
this thoughts keep coming
and i lose my attention
craving to relish that flavor again.

sexta-feira, 4 de janeiro de 2013



She's beautifully broken
Shard of sharp stained glass
no one can ever hope
to make her whole
It is like
she was born missing
a piece,
a cracked heart 
hungry for peace
inside her
there is
a fulfilling emptness
she's nothing
without it.
Behind the mantle
she has walnut eyes
in hard shells
spotting the horizon
surrounded by
wet clouds
waiting time pass by
Her mouth prays
so nervous that bites
and the faceless god
inside
the bottle of booze
hides as she
choke, and scream
flashing the gaping wounds
so invisible
to everyone else.
She is.
Here and there
don't know exactly where
some time she vanishes
hiding on my lap
this times
she's all guilt
and hard breath
She's moist 
like a kiss - on a splinter - 
and she's sweeter than...
hemlock.
A million dolar prize
in a game 
of russian roulette.

______________________________________Yuri Tannús