Shadow's Memories - airton parra sobreira (classic books for 13 year olds txt) 📗

Blue Stone

Far way from the starry ocean of the night,

Sailing into the foolish moments of my thoughts.

I remember the forgotten light of the autumn sunset.

Thoughts wander on the waves of the North Sea.

Sad is the moonlight into a quiet night,

And the sea water left behind, I missed.

Which of the universe belong to each moment?

How many stars in the heavens will find that time?

Night and day living at the same roof,

And answering to the wind which is the color of the night's eyes.

II

Blue stones that roll on the sands of the Baltic.

Now I could find and bring it to my home.

The distance look of a dune crossing oceans,

Is made in dreams of a Danish mermaid.

Across the sea a guarded hope in the sands.

Eternal desires that never rest, are a blue stone

Rolling the blue stone in north sea with a warm heart,

Blue stone-holding in memories , left from the distance in thoughts.

How can I forget the sea star that adorn the hair of illusion.

Eternity is present in the rocks of the harbor, which breaks the distance.



UFO

We don’t have wishes from the stars

The skyscrapers are hidden our sun.
Mornings are anesthetic by horns,

Vanishing the morning contemplation

I want be leaving in a UFO from here.
Searching other worlds where life exists,
Such intelligent way, and friendly,
Just to live in all morning days.


I want to leave, and not run away from here,
A UFO, but not from the X file,
But made for a phenomenon of the sky.
Goodbye, fiction and reality in solitude.
Happy will be between the spheres of light,
Forgotten all the theories of creation.
Just feel the life as a gift to the eye.
Dreaming, don’t think in life or death.


I would live without the weather, but only,
The gentle breeze to lift the soul in a sailboat,
Surfing the skies of morning stars.
Living alone. No missing, listening to the heart.
Finding a home where the life is not just water.
The empty sky filled by the look, without ink.
An universe from illusion, and an UFO from metal,
Crossing sky to the infinity, to never came back home.

I will miss, resting my thoughts by the wind,
Under the leaves of an oak on season of summers.
Bringing the distant mountains close for my eyes.
Harbors; the memories will tell stories of Plato.
The eyes of the peoples will imagine when the UFO pass,
Am I an alien from Spielberg or Orson Welles?
I will arrive in a street of Spain, smelling the fragrance of vines.
Missing all the flavors and loves left behind.



The Time And The Silence


Who is embracing these walls in a deep silence?
Maybe be the time, sleeping over the pillars.
Never forgot what it has done to all who listen in.
Devour all spring, even if it is the most beautiful
These walls of houses are building by the memories.
Made of non-material, coming from the distant harbors,
Where the seas have no boats, regrets, or ending.
Seeds of wishes are blowing away, untouched by the time.


The great passions of the time are castles made of stones
Carved by wind, breaking the silence over the hills,
Raising a universe by itself, surrounded by ditches of death.
An old body dressed in rocks searching for source,
Wish lit the fire in the shadows of warm nights.
Extinguished Torches on the walls, is the fate of tomorrow.
Looks to wait in eternity the meeting of these waters,
Although far away ..... Dreams are made of rocks.


The silence comes and nestles in the dew of thin grass,
The maidenhair ferns are the flaps sewn by the time
In spring in one day will open in petals of illusion.
The movements of the wind broken the silence, and move the earth.
It does the life to die and wake up by the dreams of others time
A carousel spinning, flashing, and playing with the clouds.
Truths hidden in the sleeves of the greatest illusionist.
The matter is the same light that rises on the walls of time.



The Black Mirror


Glossy and translucent face, as a cold night

Into your desert of darkness there is no star

Only a black moon and a deep scar by diamond

Feelings traveling by trails on high cliffs,

Looking for in the vastness night, the silvered light,

Forgotten eyes lost in time, and on the plains..

Lightning are ethereal lives, vanished in the sky

A sea suspended in clouds laden with memories.


Platform station has a hard surface and grim,

Time departure on trails, by footprints of a pilgrim

That takes into wagons loaded into cocoons desires

Under tunnels of wind, dreams fossilized in hills.

Ancient caves are the temple of reflected mystery.

Walls of vertically pits are mirrors of the Narcissus.

From you nothing will escape, enclosed in your world.

Bird so close by the dark light; distance from passions


Your body was touched by the fresh morning light,

Where the drops of dew kissed all darkness night..

Biting in your empty infinite spaces, one heart,

As Mayan’s sacrifice, wrapped in Balm of Gilead.

Spectra of black knights are presents in your castle,

Framed by ditches in your black and smooth universe..

Spectra absorb your colored feeble from the twilight.

Sleep over threshold, the dream in belvedere of light.



Eyes Of The Night II


Rain falls into the gelid night, washing the light of moon.
Behind the dripping glass, eyes dived from this empty room,
Feeling in thoughts such as a rhythm sound of the waters,
Freezing the clock hours, when the moments are golden.
Eyes of the night, washed by the hills in a deep blue sky.
Watching in a dark who invaded the fields of the shadows.

Eyes of the night will be guide by sentimental waters,
Searching the hidden star from the tropics of others eyes.
The time and the moment, fighting as a lords of destiny.
Vanishing from the window, all lives in remembrances.
Darkness; desert of the night. Infinite mystery of woods.
As a black pupils of tiger, devouring all darkness shadows.

Silver threads knitting mantas to wear the constellations.
Invisible soul carries by the wind sailing in a little boat,
Tattooed over the night skin, has the name of darling.
Building windmills, throwing arrows over gray clouds.
Sentimental craved into the deep bottom of the heart.
Eyes of the night; travels guide through the shadows


Moment


In a brief moment, I held the time so tight it in my hand,

My children-hood, the blues, solitude, and morning lights.

Remembered in time, when doesn’t exist in remembrance.

Rest in a field, looked above the sky as a white canvas,

Become to draw with my eyes, the destiny in the deep sky.

Full colors of spring, soon will turn so pale in autumn

Petals of roses falling on the ground, living the perfume,

Retained into a glass bottle ,with hand who kept the time.


Breath in and keep in a fresh air inside of an old lung.

From the memories, pick up the blackberries on the road.

Brightness morning sun; a gift to the eyes for this moment. Lives; supported by columns, crossing bridge of the time.

Why to expected love, from the distant harbors? No more!

Just a warm breeze feeding ours thoughts from the east.

Golden lights, & glows moments, were in time full of life


Should I be a nave of the time, to follow the sun?

Sweet evening memories, never will say goodbye.

Soul was wearing in moments, save those eyes so bright.

Invisible was the time, and didn’t feel the sun set goes on.

Precise flights route over high clouds crossing tropics,

Where the dream has no border, fowling the hills of east.


Two Red Roses


There are two red roses drawing on the cup of coffee.

Two destinies carved in time without knowledge in mind,

But eyes can’t deny inside the black devil pupils.

Mysteries rose at the sound of the cathedral’s bells.

Violins, clarion and feeling played the life illusion.

Mystic view engraved inside the cave of the heart.


There are two red roses in a vase in the room.

Leaves will fall on the table as golden season.

Temple of the wishes raised in garden roses.

Worlds carry by invisible hands uncountable stories.

Pictures framed in a cage keep the key of the soul.

Where to the roses will rest at the end of time?


Leaves of the roses and words were closed by the book,

And a red color doesn’t exist in a darkened page turned off.

Perfume goes away by the wind crossing rivers and castles.

Stories never told before, arise now by unforgettable knight.

Swords in blood, and roses in red, are made from passions.


Diving


Immerse in a deep blue sentimental waters

The fall has no hole, beginning or ending.

Losing all morning glows somewhere in time.

Flights over night, desires are the bird’s wings,

Made in dream of the night as a satin’s nest.


Fly over brightness circus, without fear to die.

Desert places painted by the white light in the sky.

Ringling circus denuded in colors of the soul.

Illusion worlds reveal the secret of divine creation.

Lives under the roofs, seam the canvas to care us.


Night falls over an iceberg sailing without rote.

From the silent room, a sight takes away to the sea.

Look in a cold glass of window, nights seem eternal.

Distant worlds built by the water and glass slides,

Flow under galleries, lives of desire eager to reborn.


Good

God come in to my lung as a breeze .
A true ridden in a lie .
A verb,a verse and rhythm of the universe .
God is a spring perfume sweating on earth.
Eyes of autumn leaved in a train station .
A point of light crossing the darkness.
A glass of water keeping all life from the sea.
Naked night freeze in solitude.
God is my life.God is a boat caring my emotions.


Missing
I saw her eyes looking at my soul.
In colors of love,in flash of light.
So beautiful was that moment in time,
And my eyes couldn't read her sorrow.
Now I try to paint this love,but colors
Will not bring back those loved eyes again.

Travel

Distance in time.Should I look at the mirror?
A soft breeze takes me out of the ground,
and raises my spirit to the end of the sorrow.
Look at my shoes to see how long this journey is.
An incredible feeling has created wings in my feet.
To fly along this missing river