Innocent Ballad

 

I remember a girl…
seated in the front door
facing the streets every morning;
Looking at each person  passing by.
Some was loading in distress;
the suffering
Some celebrating…
… the inducement of the morning.

I remember a girl...
Every afternoon, underneath
the foot of a lemon tree
bare-footed in the soil
of a beaten clay yard

Always singing; innocent ballads
Always dreaming; incandescent dreams

I remember a girl...
Thirst for life
Hunger to understand; frighten

I remember a girl...
Floating the narrow streets
Of washed rocks;
socket rocks, drained.
Flying without wings.

I remember a girl...
A beautiful girl.

-Jade da Rocha

Shadows

 

So many things....

Mixed feelings

Little sections of words,

Fragmented thoughts.

A deep voice echoing...

Keep opening and quickly closing my mind.

It's a sound so profound were

 I to surrender to a lonely pace

Yes, in time we knew almost nothing

 Of each other.

My love is the only truth left, my pride.

You can ride in futile possession.

But, the only thing you cannot erase,

 Is your shadow...

And then, I will became visible again.

-Jade da Rocha

Love Dreams

 

I have space to love,

To speak, hear, walk.

To feel, to think...

To understand.

To ask for.

Space to look at you and to dream;

Dreams of love.

I have space to be with you,

To say how much I miss you

To want to love you

Without time to arrive,

 Nor day to leave.

And to be able to dance with you/

With the warmth of my soul.

I only have time and space...

For you!

 

-Jade da Rocha