What I must believe?

I don´t believe in rightness
But in the committed errors
trying to make right thing,
I don´t believe in truths
But in the sincere lies
that they cover imperfections.

I don´t believe in flowers
But in the beauty of them
planted in firm land,
I don´t believe in philosophies
But in the nomadic drunks
that they are balanced in fantasies.

I don´t believe in the Biblia
and neither of Dan Brown says is a lie,
But I believe that Nostradamos
it made right little and he commited many mistakes
(Or Him translators are totaly incapables).

I don´t believe in perpetual love
But in perpetual moments of the love,
And I do not believe in anyone than speaks
with superior air the vain theories of the life
I believe air that I breathe
and in the breeze that whisper my name in the Arpoador...

I do not believe everything, but I believe in my love!

Pasmado

No Pasmado vi estrelas
Um morro, parede alta
e num sofá-cama
descobri uma nova forma de amar.

Morena, péle macia
suavidade de verão
queimando meus toques
e refrescando meu ser.

Boca que traduz suavidade
da delícia da luxúria,
Boa nova incendiária
tentação mordaz.

Morena fez explodir
em gozo todo o torpor
de insanidade tropical
daquela língua vagueante.

No Pasmado vi estrelas
Sofá-Cama e Vida...

Daquela noite
as suas marcas
não saem de mim...
Estão cravadas
na péle.

My love dream about me