Friday, July 21, 2017

I am tired.....

Estou cansada, cada vez mais incompreendida e insatisfeita comigo, com a vida e com os outros. Diz-me, porque não nasci igual aos outros, sem dúvidas, sem desejos de impossível? E é isto que me traz sempre desvairada, incompatível com a vida que toda a gente vive...
I am tired, more and more misunderstood and dissatisfied with myself, life and with others. Tell me, why was I not born the same as other people, without doubts, without impossible desires? This is what leaves me bewildered and incompatible with the life everybody else lives
Florbela Espanca

Saturday, July 15, 2017

Comprehension.

Comprehension.
And if I touched
Hands of snow,
I should warm them,
Make them glow.
Your reticence
I would address,
Through an honest.
Friendly caress.
How would you
Cope with my fear,
Stop me trembling
Dry my tears?
With wet hands
Coated in salty ice,
Collecting tears whilst lying,
Trying to think twice.
Make haste,
Drop the daisies.
Run home,
Before everything
Is too late.
It is only
Through inaction,
We can deny
Our love is Fate.
(Gerry Aldridge © 2017)



The End

"The upside of reaching the point of no return, is that there is no return."
-Gerry Aldridge



Friday, July 14, 2017

A Verdadeira Liberdade

A Verdadeira Liberdade

A liberdade, sim, a liberdade!
A verdadeira liberdade!
Pensar sem desejos nem convicções.
Ser dono de si mesmo sem influência de romances! 
Existir sem Freud nem aeroplanos,
Sem cabarets, nem na alma, sem velocidades, nem no cansaço!
A liberdade do vagar, do pensamento são, do amor às coisas naturais
A liberdade de amar a moral que é preciso dar à vida!
Como o luar quando as nuvens abrem
A grande liberdade cristã da minha infância que rezava
Estende de repente sobre a terra inteira o seu manto de prata para mim...
A liberdade, a lucidez, o raciocínio coerente,
A noção jurídica da alma dos outros como humana,
A alegria de ter estas coisas, e poder outra vez
Gozar os campos sem referência a coisa nenhuma
E beber água como se fosse todos os vinhos do mundo!
Passos todos passinhos de criança...
Sorriso da velha bondosa...
Apertar da mão do amigo [sério?]...
Que vida que tem sido a minha!
Quanto tempo de espera no apeadeiro!
Quanto viver pintado em impresso da vida!
Ah, tenho uma sede sã. Dêem-me a liberdade,
Dêem-ma no púcaro velho de ao pé do pote
Da casa do campo da minha velha infância...
Eu bebia e ele chiava,
Eu era fresco e ele era fresco,
E como eu não tinha nada que me ralasse, era livre.
Que é do púcaro e da inocência?
Que é de quem eu deveria ter sido?
E salvo este desejo de liberdade e de bem e de ar, que é de mim?
Álvaro de Campos, in "Poemas (Inéditos)"
Heterónimo de Fernando Pessoa

Saturday, July 8, 2017

Cling On

"Cling on to this world for as long as possible because the next one you´ll be stuck in forever."
- Love GOD!

Only Temporary.

Only Temporary.

If you want answers, you must have the courage to ask questions. Ironically, we know most of the answers to the questions we want to ask, but we ask them, anyway. It makes us human and fallible. A bit needy, too. Hell, who cares? I know she loves me, but I want to hear it, too. I AM needy, I do not thrive on trust alone, I want proof, I want affection and I will not accept another summer of pure reflection. it reminds me of the time we kind of wed , yet nothing promised was ever said, but since that day I feel joined at the hip, and now we are separate, everything in Life feels temporary.

(Gerry Aldridge © 2017) 

- it should take more than rain...

Friday, July 7, 2017

Oh yeah, my book is free for a few days

Oh yeah, my book is free for a few days 

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B00SCJ9KRU


I want To Turn Feelings Into Words.

I want To Turn Feelings Into Words.
I enjoy the struggle
To make a sentence beautiful.
Use the right adjective,
Or the precise adverb
Which is suitable.
I strive to turn emotion
Into something
We can read.
Something other people
Will believe,
Open up and
Let themselves bleed .
For,
There is nothing more sad
Than an unhappy person
Deprived of honesty and worse.
Believe in nothing,
Except the lies
They nurture
In the safety
Of their own
Universe.

(Gerry Aldridge © 2017)

Saturday, July 1, 2017

Cut My Tongue

How often do I cut my tongue,
Destroy a poem before it has even begun?
She knows the answer, doesn´t she?

(Gerry Aldridge © 2017)