Ghosts

Arte: ĹÁŤĔŃČŶ ÁŤ ĞÁMĔ, por Carlos Saramago

Let go of the past

Old ghosts will never

Fill your soul.

Don’t believe them

When they whisper promises;

They will feed on what’s left

And when all is hallow

They will take you

For their home

You won’t even notice

Your heart going cold

Then one day

It will stop

And you will become a ghost

Too…

Underworld

Arte: JPM Artes, João Marques

Took a peek

Inside myself

At first sight

Nothing I knew

Ventured to go further

Still

Nothing I’ve ever seen

Where does it all

Cames from?

How can it be me

In the eye of a storm?

Shall I risk

To travel deeper?

How many layers

Of me are there?

If I dare

Will I be able to came back

From behind the mirror?