unfinished

you mould clay into vases
but forget the flowers
and the colours of the sun

haiku

de wind waait
gele blaadjes
of de laatste vlinders?

Tingling

There was not more
than a whisper
but enough to tingle my ears
and toes

It was like the sound of dispersing clouds
(I imagined I knew how it sounded)
showing the moon

A night gift
under amber sheets and silver lights
where everything ceased to matter

but a whispered yes

Perfume

Cheiro de orvalho na grama
or cinnamon on warm apple
O perfume dela acendeu sua chama
More than only her visual
É o cheiro de pele que ele ama


Pine trees under a Summer moon
exalam o odor das noites caladas
of her lips as she speaks in a soft tune
e do encontro de costas arcadas
in a warm night of June


Cheiro de lábios tocados por desejos
Smells like sweet mango and orange
entre amassos, suspiros e arquejos
What a challenge...
definir a fragrância de eternos beijos

But more than anything
É o cheiro de pele que ele ama