Endless fields of broken hills

Barren lands of souls vacant

Movement and then a plow

Lost so long ago

Amidst the potato rows

And the lonely weeds

Tweed, tweed, Tweet me,

Oh what a twist

To shift the cords for Savile Row

What’s left of the old man

Digging hope in soils undone

There, where hopelessness

Lay stripped raw

Came a song.

– Puri Nogueira

Mind the gap

of your illusions

are they your own

after all

or did you acquire them

buy them

breathe them

in somebody else’s play

jump over the mire

cut through those lies

freely blow

your own tune

inspire your core

be reckless

in your home town

mind the gap

– Puri Nogueira

i saw you

last night

while

i lay

in bed

half awake

inebriated

by

the smell

of

your hair

caressing

my cheeks

as you thrust

your head

back

towards the ceiling

and i heard you

shiver

and i felt you

sigh

and i glimpsed

your soul

as you rocked

gently

close

yet far

and your skin

pale

against

the pitch black

room

soft as a

feather

warm as

your breath

supple as

a

passing thought

lightened up

the night

in glory

and awe.

– Puri Nogueira

Words won’t obey
as they fail…
to grasp…
The meaning of infinity.
How could I express
in letter, word or form,
what goes beyond my
tongue’s comprehension?

As I feel the wave
approach me
in layers
of heat and air
breathed through
the pores
of my body’s pain
you heal the bleeding
wounds of my essence.

So silently
I scream my prayer;
that I may utter,
fully conscious,
deadly aware,
the word
that will convey
the secret code
that may open
the gate
home.

– Puri Nogueira