Random Things

(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

From the cobbled streets of Edinburgh town To Sao Paulo nights where the stars fall down I carry two skies in the beat of my chest One wild with wind, one warm with zest And every time I cross that ocean wide I feel both places pulling at my stride Let the pipes start calling through the samba sway Let the drums keep rolling like a Highland day Raise the rhythm high, let the two worlds run Samba in the Highlands, pipes in the sun Two hearts dancing, beating as one Samba in th

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…