An ode to an evil nun

Wrath arises on my skin,
on my face, fire balls.
You've committed your last sin.

How dare you awake a giant!

As I snort at your cold neck,
with crows begging for your head,
I see red sweat crossin' your back.

No mercy for an ignorant ant.
You are part of my dinner,
no more cant.


- Abudih Abudah

Let's Play Chess, Oksana

Let's sit, set the time and clasp hands
I give you the first move, you are the white queen
Don't worry about the old clock
Respect him and he will be nice to you

I know this is your first time
I can feel by your pawns out of line
You think, your hand freezes over a piece
I look at you with a humble smile
You stop, breathe and think more for a while

It surprises me how innocent is your first draft of strategy
Under attack, you no more run away
Like a mom trying to feed all her children before school time
You protect all your little pawns

You may think I do not play for real
How you dare to move a wall of pawns against me
I play for no title, no prize
except the taste of a battle with your mind

You've come so far, dear Oksana
My king is alone against a sharp rook
You don't know, but at school I was a good runner
Ah cherry, believe you or not, I got a draw from you
                                               

                                                    - Abudih Abudah

The lady of Mountains

Once, a little girl, climbing a big hill

In her eyes, a light mill
Her Lips, great promises from April
In her trekking, a giant and wild will

On that little girl, impossible not coming closer
But so early I tried, my sking started to get frozen
It sounded like, after that point, I couldnt transpose
Lucky I am, that wasn't a lethal dose

Searching, the girl, for the last snowly Grail
To her bravery, there is absolutely no scale
To go far, obstacles for her, just an alternative rail
In her heart, a peace as huge as a whale

Teach the world, the woman said
In her way, making a dealicious bread
Start-up, draws, fresh fruits. nothing can stop her head
In her mind, neither God knows what comes in next


                                                   - Abudih Abudah

So Sleepy

I wake up in the morning, 

get up in the evening
and wash my face at night

to start all over again

            - Augusto Moraes

No humans in control

Once I had a dream...

Where people can say: Place X, please 
and arrive there without doing nothing, except saying that

Where a blink of an eye into a truck 
does not destroy the honeymoon of a young couple

Where parents do not need to worry so much about 
if their son with bike is coming back home or to hospital

where people can have fun, get drunk 
and do not kill the father of those little children

where people spend more time being truly happy
than trying to get rid of the traffic jam

Where the traffic is filled with humans beings
not just killing machines and selfish and stressed beings

where car is not a place where you sit, drive and get bored
but where you can read, have fun and dream a bit...

I still dream with it...

                                                                 
                                                                    Augusto Moraes

I am the God of my Life

  I am the Director of my Play

The Author of my Acts 

The main character of my saga  

The main critic of myself 

My mistakes are my fault

But my victories too


       - Augusto Moraes