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