Random Things

This poem was written as I found myself awake in hours meant for sleep. It is my attempt to capture that feeling of the strange comfort of darkness, the confusion of tired senses and mysteries that breathe in the shadows Quiet dreams in a sleepless city How can that be true? Can you dream when there’s no sleep? Of course…. they’re called daydreams But here It is not without sleep For sleep is everywhere No matter the noise Or The silence Neon lights that stutter in the

After a discussion, I was thinking about freedom and what it means, the phrase 'The freedom of your mind is what liberates you' popped into my head so I decided to write a song In a room that has no windows thinking the world was small But a spark rose up within you saying you must break the wall You do not need permission to unlock doors inside Take that step and move forward that’s what you must decide So rise up and redefine everything you thought you knew Think hard think

(In 3 Movements) I have been thinking about creating a piece that relates to the title of my site. I finally came up with something that is written over three movements. I hope you enjoy. Movement I My mind is a quiet archive of unfinished lines and verses ideas that grew in the dark waiting for me to return Melodies that started to rise then fell back into the quiet but still humming there like a memory of sound Poems that broke off mid breath but kept breathing small roots

This was written as a short play around a classroom discussion ACT I – Opening the Debate Setting: A modern classroom in a public school in São Paulo. A poster on the wall reads: Heroes or Colonizers? Echoes of Colonial Brazil, Chairs arranged in a semicircle. A projector displays images of colonial maps. Lighting: Bright, daytime atmosphere. Soft background sounds of students chatting. Professor Silva(Raises his voice calmly and with authority)Good morning, class. Today we’l

Flowing curves A waist cinched tight Along the slender neck Silver veins taut with held breath Air is heavy and trapped In the hollow of her chest Until Your hands, unable to resist Trace the smooth grain Sounds awaken in the resonance A beautiful voice finally exhales The room fills with a ringing copper light As she finally tells you her name Do you know who she is?

It’s late Can feel the sleep Trying to take over my head Still got things to do A shot of coffee, strong and black That should help… Back to the keyboard Where was I? What was I saying? Oh yes... It’s late Can feel the sleep…