My pornographic love

* a poem in english and portuguese



In a time like this where could you be?
'Cause in my bed there is no you
There is no smell, no cum or cu
You might be in a bar or your own bed
In a hotel in a far away realm
Sharing fine linens with not so fine man
Or even to make me mad
You might share your body with women

In a night so warm during winter
Where could you be dripping your sweat?
Not in my shower since in my house
I can't see you or hear you talk
Might be on the beach or sleeping under stars
Probably you are dancing, there, where you are

A song shall be made for my feelings of saudade
I will sing during winters that shall come through my body
But in two weeks, when you are back, and from those beds you have only pictures
I will forget about these feelings and suck your cock with such love
That all those men which may have touched you will simply perish
And all those moments that you may have shared
The dust of time and space will cover

Will come the time you will say "I remember..."
But in such time time I will say "Eu te amo..."
And between your legs is where lies, so sweet and tender
The base in which I found my most sweet "planos"
Then will come the day YOU will say "eu te amo"
But you already said, that is why I can rest.

- For David Jackson, Feb.5/2010

To love so much

To love so much might not be healthy
It is hard to understand
In a winter so cold
That even 3 guys won't warm up this bed

The spot is yours
Your smell is like a ghost
When I lay my head to sleep
My dreams are about your crotch

I wonder if you know
How unfair it is
To give me love
Then simply leave

You should come back
I swear to all gods:
If you are not around
I go from bad to worse

by Antonio Sousa
for David Jackson, my stinkso

Live and Let Live - for Anton Clarke

You don't deserve a poem
So I won't even start this one
Instead I will tell the history
Of how you became no one

To hate and to lie and to steal and to cheat
Maybe everyone will do at some point
Not you though, since for you
These four sordid things are actual and hot

I don't hate you now, nor wish you death
My conscience is free of burden or care
For you no feeling at all I can carry
Since in my life you have no set

I would say "live and let live"
Be crazy, be anguished
Be the liar you are
Life will make sure that in the end
The bill you shall pay will be more than I ask.

Não Quero Ser Livre - I don't Want to Be Free

Eu não quero ser livre
Da liberdade só sei um fato:
O que seria do comprimido
Sem seu opressivo frasco?
Não à liberdade
E sim à jaula dos teus braços@

Eu nasci livre, é algo que sempre fui
Chegou a hora de me prender,
O livre arbitrio já não me seduz.

Quero a prisão da tua cama,
De morar n'um lugar só.
Não me importo em ser tua dama
E da liberdade só ver o pó.

Abidico do que nunca quis
Abro mão do natural desejo
Abandono minha liberdade
Em troca dos teus beijos.

by Antonio Sousa - Para David Jackson.

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I don't want to be free
Of freedom I know this fact:
What would be of a pill
Without it's oppressive flask?
No to freedom
And yes to the cage of your arms!

I was born free
That is something I will always be
It is time to get me locked
The freewill seduce me no more

I want the jail of your bed
Of living in a place only
I do not mind to be your lady
And of freedom see only dust

I will abdicate what I never wanted
I will let go of the natural desire
I will abandon my freedom
In exchange of your kisses

For David Jackson

- 'Cause I don't want to be free! -

My Secret - Meu Segredo

O Segredo

Eu tenho uma teoria, mas não vou dividir com você
A teoria é simples
O que eu não divido é meu ser
Sou o que era e metade do que fui
Vou e venho e o vento é o que leva
Não divido meu segredo, o secreto esconderijo
Aonde escondo as coisas que eu fazia quando menino
O que faço depois de grande, homem, com barba e crescido
Essas tantas coisas, essas eu publico num livro.
O segredo é a montanha, o Sol, a nuvem que passa
Nuvem não pára, nuvem só passa, quem pára é a montanha
Água também passa, mas passa que passa correndo!
Quem corre também é o tempo, mas esse ninguém pode ver.
O segredo é secreto e absurdo, ele pára e corre no ar
Mas o ar não pára nem corre, então um segredo não há.

The Secret

I have a theory, but I won't share it with you
The theory is simple
What I won't share is my being
I am what I was and half what I used to be
I go and come and the wind is what carries
I won't share my secret, the hidden hideway
Where I hide the things I did when I was a boy
What I do since I am big, man, bearded and grown up
These many things, these I publish in a book.
The secret is the mountain, the Sun, the cloud that goes
Clouds can't stop, they can only go, what stop is the mountain
Water also goes, and it goes running so fast!
What runs as well is the time, but this one nobody can see.
The secret is hidden and absurd, it stops and runs in the air
But the air can't stop or run, so there is no secret at all.

Adiando Brigas e Evitando Confusões | Postponing Fights and Avoinding Confusions

Evitando brigas e adiando confusões
Vou que vou entre espinhos e pedras
Quebrando as regras e destroçando os grilhões
Passo meus dias analisando as perdas

Perco o que perco mas ainda sigo
Ganho minha vida sem custar aos outros
Sigo meus passos e sonho meus sonhos
Vejo você como servo e meu amo

Você já faz parte do que eu nunca quis
Minha vida é parte de um grande teatro
E quando as cortinas do ato já sobem
Não sei se sou rei ou se sou meretriz

Minha vida segue, porém, com você
E nos meus passos há sempre um buraco
Porém eis que caio e ergo meus braços
E você me levanta pois está ao meu lado.

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Avoiding fights and postponing confusion
I follow and follow among thorns and stones
Breaking the rules and changing the fetters
I spend my days analizing the losses

I lose what I lose but I keep going
I win my life by nobody's loss
I follow my steps and dream my dreams
I see you as my slave and my master

You are part of what I never wanted
My life is part of a big theatre
And when the courtains for this act go up
I don't know if I am a king or a whore

My life follows (but now) with you
And in my way there is always some holes
And suddenly I fall and raise my arms
Then you lift me up, 'cause you are with me.


october.3rd.2009
by Antonio Sousa

- Because I am a bashful child in love with a strong man who follows by my side and pick me up when I fall, and I fall way too often -

The Poison In Your Veins

There is poison running in your blood
A poison that you offer quietly
A drink to death in the touch of the lips
The poison that you acquired

To offer in silence is to commit a crime
To offer openly is simply not right
You simply offer, not denying
You simply show the poison you carry

You don't really care, since you are poisonous
If someone else your poison will get.

To play with poison is the danger in life
To get poisonous is to play with life
Your poison smells good and taste and feels good
But in the end you wish you never had
Kissed the guy who poisoned you.

by Antonio Sousa
september.26.09