Nothing is linear!

If the life was not a barrage of unpredictability,
if our heart does not jink us when we least expect it,
would never be in the next step.
Even when we think we know at last the happiness,
the next corner can bring us,
the surprise often undesired.
Nothing is linear!


Jorge d'alte

IT WAS DOWN

The dawn was angry,

grown gray in mist rolls.

I stretched the arms to the skies

trying to rip this dense veil

I was arrested in solitude.

I fell to my knees in grief felt.

The sky cracks as my soul,

Letting drop gold stars at my feet

undone and felt  through streaming cracks open

gnawing the virgin land, where nothing germinates.

I cried for the breeze, I scream for the wind

Replied me the storm collapsing

regreting the lament on the lips dry and cracked

If there was pain, was numb.

If there was emptiness where’s the silence?

And the pearls would gather

In a translucent necklace that suffocates me.

It was dawn, but there was not a new day

Far away the bombs fall massacring all. But the word was stronger and grows and the giant injured fall.

.....later the people learn how to smile and step by step the pain feels asleep.

In a day full of sun of happiness a mushroom born. The cry awake and the life begun...the first word, the first step, the first friend...the school full of many faces, many numbers, many letters and all together were the fertilizer and the small mushroom grow...

Now the life wants more and new words were write into the heart. Now he knows that heart is not only beats, It's more, much more...

Near, the flowers shake in the run breezy, waving, waving in fun and dreams, each one with his color, each one so different...

Incomprehensible is what they are - mushroom think - in a second smiling, in the other crying without reason…tears for what,? - how to clean and stop  them? - what to do?

In the day that they understand that he must leave behind theirs roots and  get theirs wings the dream will be real ….

Mushroom  and his hat walk on the trail that he traced to his life before, because the present is a second to the past…and the future is always behond the horizon...


With a great friendship!


jorge d'alte

PETITE FLEURE

Petite fleure

caché de lumière

est arrivé l’heure

tu es sincère

et avec ton miel

tu éclat mon ciel

Je suis la nuit                                                              Où l’amour est vrai

La lune qui luit

Comme rêve que j’ai

Embrasse nos cœurs

Comme souris de fleurs

Donne moi tes mains

Aime ce moment

L’âme sons pleins

Comme firmament

Où l’étoile c’est moi

où le soleil c’est toi

Jorge d'Alte

STILL I LOVE HIM

You were the fire burning lava on my skin

wandering in the desires that I felt inside in screams.

Softy cloud I flew beyond all

and when the night is over

I held you inner my soul,

The dream was you!

Blind and lost with the heart wound

I cried your name loudly

in every tear shed running as blood.

I was just a beautiful stone that you find around

bewitching you! Savoring each of your feelings.

You made me a diamond

Shining just for you

With tenderness you caress it

 with love you gave me to the moon

and then was only loneliness

when you threw me into the madness hole.

I walk the streets like a ghost

with bitterness as shadow

youth fled from my face

in a crying of a baby

and you? Where you’re?

A mad man with many wives

names that cuts me as knives

But I still love you!

and if rain does not fall there outside

rain my painful tears in my heart inside

But…still I love him!

Jorge d'Alte

I left behind the noise of the music crazy, the colorful neon lights, the empty glasses. I felt myself lost in the magnificence of that sea, mirror of the soul where there was everything, despair, distance, doubt and passion.The sea knocked loose in murmured waves, sometimes angry that ran along the sand. He stay there the foaming contours  of his fury licking my bare feet. Behind me the footprints marked my past, but it was in the future that I was looking the eyes that marked my soul, and there he was one step ahead of my horizon and I could not catch it up.I looked at the dry sky riddled with small dots that told me one day that they're stars,but  that were also golden souls going up and up to God. The moon had peeked from the racing clouds moments before,but had seen storms and so had taken refuge.I sat on the ancient stone , smooth and slippery as life up there.I called God without voice begged him the favor os a hurt heart..eyes closed and in the hoping I flew.Wings were my fervor,feathers were my pains and the horizont smiles me with its light when I folded it and downslope of the sun that falls I saw her preety face drowning me with her smile and lips dropped on one another in the deep chasm that evokes the senses and brings the love.

Jorge d'Alte




Deixei para trás o ruído da musica maluca, das luzes coloridas de neon os copos vazios.Senti-me perdido na magnificência daquele mar, espelho da alma onde havia de tudo, desespero, distancia, duvidas e paixão. O mar batia solto em vagas murmuradas, por vezes iradas que corriam pela areia fora. Deixara ficar ali os contornos espumosos da sua fúria lambendo os meus pés nus. Atrás de mim as pegadas  marcavam o meu passado, mas era no futuro que eu procurava os olhos que marcavam a minha alma e ele estava ali um passo à frente do meu horizonte e não o conseguia apanhar. Olhei o céu seco crivado de pontinhos que me disseram um dia serem estrelas, mas que também eram almas douradas que subiam, subiam até Deus. A lua tinha espreitado das nuvens corridas momentos antes, mas lobrigara tempestades e por isso se refugiara. Sentei-me na pedra milenar, lisa e escorregadia como a vida até ali. Chamei Deus sem voz, roguei-lhe o seu favor de coração ferido...os olhos fecharam-se na esperança e voei. Eram asas o meu fervor, eram penas as minhas dores e o horizonte sorriu-me com a sua luz quando o dobrei e na curva descendente do sol que caía vi o seu rosto lindo afogando-me com o seu sorriso e os lábios caíram um sobre o outro no abismo profundo que evoca os sentidos e traz o amor...






Jorge D'Alte

Suddenly they told to me that I had a soul, I felt sick and afflicted - what was this disease? They also told me that many died in pain of soul as Romeo and Juliet...they would be children like me? I have so many years as the fingers of my hand, two more. I'm just a boy lost in my fears and insecurities, trying to understand this difficult and abstract world that they call life.  I covered my ears and closed my eyes and took refuge in a new world that I wanted it to be mine, the World of Dreams!
The monters comes mixed with the shadows of the night, with deaf steps, when dreams dream and lead us to the meeting of aventure. My mother told me one day that were nightmares, not to be afraid of them, that they are just fantasies invented by our head, but I knew that they have a name on this land. I cried softly moaning when the door opened slowly. The monters are close and I had to fight them. Amidst the sticky  mist a white horse snorted and from their nostrils  comes the fire of my wrath, my revolt. Natty I wield my sword and translucent blue that glowed in black and gave me confidence, it was "soul" to his name, knew it now ...


Everything around me was silenced in the doldrums, as desired oasis in the midst of the storms of the desert and the dream flowed. One figure stood out the meanders of fog, high and mighty. increasingly, each time more clear to me walking, plotted by age, with wrinkles defying the serene face, leaving in each of his wisdom.
- Grandfather? What are you doing here? I missed you so much ... you come to get me? I'm so afraid, I have a soul and I don't know what to do with it! You always tell me bedtime stories, You always protegeste me of the dangers of dreaming .. You told me that life would be what I wanted since that I learned, understand it and live it  knew and now grew a soul within me ... Smile why? I'm sad and scared ...you went to heaven as mother says?  Lulluby me again in your voice!
- Come and sit on my knee. I'll tell you the story of the soul ... the one that you that you fence as sword and gives you that glow warrior, and with it you can fight all the monsters in your life since you know how to use it, feed it, making you a boy each better and wiser. Do not be afraid of the "soul" because it is just what thou art, you'llbe and shalt thou wast. Alma means "animating" and it is what gives color to your body. It is the sum of good and bad things that you conquered and give you your personality, love for people, friends, family, your way of living and thinking, the willingness to help, comply with the duties, the learn, namely to give, tolerance, the vanity, the pride but also humility and understanding, acknowledge the error and so many, many things ... that's what makes the beauty of a person, this is what we want  they found inside us, and so they like. As you see there is no need to be afraid.  fear comes when we can not control a wise way our emotions and tendencies ... when we steal, when we harm others when we are incapable of knowing what is right or wrong, we do not know when to forgive ... but you're just a kid, and you'll have a lifetime to beings 'soul'. Now wielding your sword "soul" and will  go to conquer your world. Defeat all the monsters and ghosts that appear and follow the way that you plloted in each day lived..
-Grandfather, do not go yet ... I'm so sorry to miss you and the dreams are not enough to erase the void you left in me ... sometimes it hurts me so much that the tears screams but my mother says that are missings. ..


Jorge d'alte