The Singing Bird

There´s a singing bird in each moment that mite whispers

Impossible truths of numbness shaking from one to the other side of these oceans.

Every tear made rock falling down this abyss

Is a confession written in fire of unbelievable secret truths.

There´s a singing bird in each moment that mite whispers

Impossible truths of numbness and shaking through where my naked body,

Swinging and stroller, absorbed indecent odes to The Flesh and it bites me on the inside,

Slowly chews the meaning of the dream that I insist in not remembering.

Maria Fernandes

Stillness

I lay down and roll so cozy
As if it was my hole
Didn´t realised that
On this red light
There's a spark
That blows all dark souls.

From a whispered anthem
I cry now a nocturne
- The one dancing on a night so still
Brings back winds,
A taste of old pleasures.

Stillness by those trees
In desolate purple gardens
Whistling complete mantras,
Myths of other lifes
Where - I swear!- I saw
You breathing before.

And still, feels like forever
Each and every raindrop
From the waterfall in your skin.