rsm

Madness of letters 01
No link
There are so many lines and prose in an imagination of a madman in his amnesia, traveling in different letters at a time without nexus and rhyme of a madman, that the third person must travel in the same madness.
I try to decipher a mixture of letters in an erupting mind of a cephalic mass to arise in the wanderings of a mind in constant delirium ... (rsm) 06/17/2018

Hallucinations 68
Madness of a Desire
Through a no lucides, I walk the dark streets and alleys of a cephalic mass in search of an exit from an infinite memory.
Tears to refresh a face tired of wrinkles to grow old, a smile not spontaneous, more through these tears wrinkles of a longing being watered and rejuvenating a spontaneous smile ... (05/05/2018)

L'imagination d'un être qui cherche toutes les rues et avenues de la vie des bars de la sympathie pour un être comme mon rêve, voyager très loin, en regardant à travers un flotteur entre les réunions et d'inadéquation d'un rêve! (rsm).

Scaffolding 01
Involve
I belt that through a solitude, I travel the search for a being that lived in my mind in a delirium of a constant drunkenness.
Tears being thrown into a river with stilts built by letters lost in a drunken imagination, by a mind asleep and awakened through a drunkenness that I lived in a constant delirium in search of a being of the imagination involucro, to talk and to gesture without someone and without a wrapped in paper or in a travel without destinations and without one because of this thinking ... (rsm) 05/26/2018

I'm like this 01
Accentuation or not
Through my verses and prozas, I try to put accents and commas and not every poet expresses himself without time and without rules of accentuation of wanting to be a simple poet or a worthy writer with his rules, I am like this without commas and without accents .. (rsm) 05/13/2018

⁠Deveria evitar seu toque?
Evitar seu abraço quente?
Seu beijo lento?

Me pergunto até se devo ignorá-lo?
Mas quando você chega com aquele olhar
Aquele maldito olhar apaixonado

Me encontro perdida.

E é quando a luz dos meus olhos
E a luz dos teus olhos resolvem se encontrar
E a sua forma de ser é pura e bela.

A gente nunca perde por ser puro
Por ser ingênuo
Por querer dar amor.

Mas nosso amor é dos suspiros a fumaça;
Puro, é fogo que os olhos ameaçam;

''Tão doce é o amor que sinto por você.
Tão puro, verdadeiro e eterno.
Querido,
Te mor mais que a mim mesma,
Você é minha vida, meu mundo.
Você é o que me mantei viva.''

Imagination 07
Floating
Through a longing, I travel in constant delirium of a being in an imagination of being or not of the imagination, of an unusual desire or desire in an ecstasy of watering or not in a single solitary delirium or not of unusual desire.
I travel in front of a tame sea or not, statements being revealed in an ecstasy of unusual desire, being penetrated without a look to flee from another look and sand to float through a sea wind, a couple rolling in a sand sea of ​​illusion of an unusual strength to delight in delirium of never felt pleasures ... (rsm) 07/08/2018

Embriagues insana 01
Drunks
I browse on a blank sheet, looking for phrases and verses to report and I do not encounter, I walk deserted streets and empty bars, I stop in a bar near the park May 13 with the street of the union, with empty tables and others not, with couples to communicate through distorted sentences and others not to communicate with diverse words forming diverse verses.
Seated I am, to me into an amnesia of thinking the search for letters arriving with several voices and phrases.
Seated I am looking for various verses, reach through my sensibility of constant drunkenness, build various verses, tables occupied by couples interested in other couples, with the same expectation in unusual delirium of a being or the two beings that through their expectations of drunkenness, share the same anxiety of common pleasure.
The leaf that was white, was turning into various verses of pleasures in various alcoholic amnesia of thoughts lost in their own insane inebriations ... (rsm) 27/0/2018

Intoxicated Mind 04
To the wind
Words spoken to the wind, sail at a speed beyond imagination, in short words or not, short or long verses, the imagination in the wind leads without notice a poem of a being to read his own imagination in various unusual delusions ... rsm) 07/22/2018

ROPE BALANCE
Rope swing that I lived in a solitary tree, that survives of histories of its goers, histories of love and sorrows.
Reports are told through his swaying to the wind, words are cried out, releasing his sap and through the unleashing of his leaves he weeps with the tale.
A meeting point between a couple who speak promises of love and affection, for eternity to the wind, through the aroma of their flowers celebrates the happiness of the lovebirds.
Through sun shade and rain, it rots its fibers that comes to loosen the wood trapped between two ropes, the birds form their nests through the rope of the swing and lives reborn, and the tree lived all the stories of love and sorrow. (rsm) 06/01/2012.