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Me Deixa * Por quê eu, Por quê você? Você está aí Me chamando pra ver Não quero mais Me deixa ser Me deixa em paz Me deixa crer Me deixa, me deixa aqui Vejo você por aí Não, não quero assim Nem consigo entender Faça isso por mim Me deixa errar e aprender Me deixa tentar, conseguir Me deixa acreditar Me deixa quieta, a dormir Me deixa improvisar Me deixa seguir essa deixa A vida há de me ensinar ©2001 Gisele Marasca 03/23/01 *TRANSLATION: Leave Me Why me, Why you? There you are Calling me out I don't want to Leave me be Leave me in peace Let me believe Leave me, leave me here I'll see you around No, I don't want it like this Can't even understand it Just do this for me Leave me to err and learn Leave me to try and achieve Leave me to believe Leave me alone, let me sleep Leave me to improvise Leave me to follow this clue Life is bound to teach me ============================================================== Mika Distant, But so close, through the years the journeys, the ways Again I have you Won’t let it go yet Anymore Remote memories which endured Not entirely understood Until now, until never I long to close the circle Not knowing where it began And if it would end One day, one life One friend ©2003 Gisele Marasca 08/17/03 ============================================================= Mistake My mistake To blindly follow that path nowhere To believe without enough faith And try so hard to achieve so little To think too much and know almost nothing My mistake To go too fast, trust too soon To share it all, never holding back To openly bleed, thriving in pain To use excessive force to disguise my fragility My mistake To err, and repeat, and repeat And keep missing the issue To value others above myself And remember who I am only after being forgotten My mistake To be only me, human Only humanly, womanly me ©2002 Gisele Marasca 03/13/02 ============================================================= My Heart Beats With His (For R.) As we embrace, our hearts touch I can’t tell which pulse is mine Or which is his Where it ends or begins Our rhythms intermingle Sometimes in rapid surges At times in subtle, slow waves As they drum to the same beat His sound invades my chest As it returns home A long-lost home His intensity multiplies in mine The silence between the beats Caresses us gently, peacefully My heart beats with his Simply, purely, naturally Eternally with his ©2009 Gisele Marasca 02/12/09 ============================================================= My Heart Breaks (For L.W.) My heart breaks In a million pieces In different lives In past memories Lost in the mist A familiar sorrow As we meet again And lose each other Again and again But this is just The beginning Or the end Hi and bye again Joyful, sad tears Your bright light Shines on, always Guiding our journeys In the end ©2023 Gisele Marasca 10/18/23 ============================================================= Never Again I have compromised for too long I vow not to ever do it again Not until I get desperate Not until I get lonely Not until I get afraid Again ©2001 Gisele Marasca 03/23/01 ============================================================= No Room for Sadness It shouldn’t make any difference that we can’t be with each other again Touch each other again Acknowledge our feelings for each other again It doesn’t matter that our connection expressed in love has become too heavy for our inescapable realities (if it ever was light) It’s not important that mere distant exchanges between us will have to suffice, or probably cease altogether It’s irrelevant that our memories of each other will eventually fade away, or simply be replaced Because in this empty bed in this lonely room in the middle of this wretched life There is No room for sadness ©2004 Gisele Marasca 05/12/04 ============================================================= Not So Easy It’s too easy To escape, to run and to hide To avoid, to cheat and to lie It’s easy To pretend, to cover, to bury To act as if it never were As if it never had been So easy To suffer, to sacrifice To wallow in self-pity, blaming others for your pain To play the endless role of victim of poor choices, wrong circumstances Not so easy To confront, to face, Never to fear The time for action, for choice, for change Not quite so easy To choose to be, to live To see it completely through Fully, whole-heartedly, deeply This not-so-easy you ©2006 Gisele Marasca 06/04/06 ============================================================= Not Your Answer I am Part of your memories past Some of your present sorrow And misplaced future hope But I am not your answer I was Just a small step I am, and always will be Only, simply your friend ©2004 Gisele Marasca 12/01/04 ============================================================= Only Half I did the best I could Took the risk, gave my all Didn’t play games Was afraid, but still Chose to stop hiding I was very truthful Faithful, loyal I was loving, tender Generous, open Supportive of your dreams But I am only one half Of this impossible total I am a single heart One lonely soul One simple mind Responsible for my own part And no matter how much I try How much I struggle, or cry How many chances I give it I can’t make it whole alone ©2006 Gisele Marasca 08/20/06 ============================================================= Our Hearts Touched Before words were spoken and promises were made Before our hands held each other Our close embraces became closer And our lips exchanged moist secrets in tender abandonment Before we built moments together, And friendship evolved into love Before our passion was allowed to erupt and carry us in its molten river Before our souls decided time had come to share a path, a meaning, a life Long before our minds finally knew with that certainty so important to mortals and meaningless to angels Our hearts touched ©2007 Gisele Marasca 12/19/07 ============================================================= Para Alcino * Meu amigo De muitas horas Longas conversas Meigos momentos Meu querido amigo De lágrimas e risadas Confissões, confusões Ilusões reais e imaginárias Meu doce amigo De inocência De criança adulta De descobertas e revelações Meu grande amigo Maior que o tempo, O espaço universal Maior que a vida Meu amigo irmão Meu querido, doce, grande amigo Te seguirei sempre, estrela E num piscar de olhos Te encontrarei novamente ©2003 Gisele Marasca 12/24/03 * TRANSLATION: For Alcino * My friend Of countless times Long conversations Tender moments My dear friend Of laughs and tears Confessions, confusions Real and imaginary illusions My sweet friend Of innocence Of adult childhood Of discoveries and revelations My great friend Larger than time Than the universal space Larger than life My brotherly friend My dear, sweet, great friend I'll follow you always, star And in the blink of an eye I'll meet you again ============================================================== Passed I miss the beginning Before it all The way we were The malicious innocence or innocent malice I miss not knowing what it would not, what it could never be I miss dreaming, wondering, planning, scheming Really believing I could change the outcome I could make a difference I miss the niceties, the subtleties The half-truths, the full moments Laden Heavy with intent I miss the past because it’s Passed And although fresh in my soul It can never pass again. ©2003 Gisele Marasca 12/24/03 Vertical Divider
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Perfect Recipe
I’m a rich, dark chocolate soufflé You might think I’m a hard recipe to master But you’d be surprised at how simple I can be If you welcome a seemingly hard challenge If you use only the best ingredients If you make me with a lot of love Timing, of course, is of essence As you'll find in my cooking instructions I can’t be baked too slowly, or half-baked Rather, I take just the right amount of time Not too quickly, not too long In a hotter temperature than most recipes And, once I’m ready, don’t wait, Don’t let me linger, or I’ll cool off and wither You need to try me immediately, And just one divine taste will make you wonder How you could ever have lived until this moment Without such warm, fulfilling, happy indulgence Yes, I’m a rich, dark chocolate soufflé ©2008 Gisele Marasca 02/05/08 ============================================================= Promise So many things to do And changes to go through Such a long path to cover With many truths to discover Plenty of chances to be taken False conceptions to be shaken Interesting new people to know Fascinating places where to go Choices to face, decisions to make Old relationships to break Brand new ideas for a reborn me But only one thing will always be: Wherever I go, whatever I do I promise I’ll never stop loving you No, I will never stop loving you ©2001 Gisele Marasca 03/17/01 ============================================================= Rage Rage hurt pain oh my god totally uncalled for unfair unheard of so mean like this again before why why is it always why there is never Whatever ©2001 Gisele Marasca 10/19/01 ============================================================= Red * Red. A color? No. much more than a color. Red has a life of its own. Red of blood running in veins. Red of flesh, of life. Given or taken away. Red of lust, of sensual dreams. Red of steamy French movies and erotic diaries. Red of high heel shoes. Red lips. Red forbidden fruit. Red Rose. Sinfully moist Red Rose. Red of wrath, of violence. Seeing Red, exploding in a million pieces, imploding in tiny blood-shot veins. Red of burning fire, of flames, of heat waves. Red of movement, of action and reaction. Red of disorder, chaos. Red of tyranny, intolerance. Red of wine, the most beautiful one, fullest of body. Red of meat, dripping death. Rapturous. Raging. Radical. Ecstatic. Explosive. Extreme. Deep. Delicious. Divine. Red, Red, Red! Red is a passion. ©1999 Gisele Marasca * Published as part of the anthology Poets Unleashed, compiled by Ron Cross ============================================================= Resurrection (To C.) It has no end Maybe it shouldn’t have begun But it is Ever present Unyielding, unwavering Transcendental I died a thousand deaths Just to live again In your arms In abandon and bliss No guilt, no shame Just a feeling of unavoidable fate As we both witness Such sweet resurrection ©2004 Gisele Marasca 05/09/04 ============================================================= Sad For what you can’t let me forget, And what you do make me remember Sad for our friendship, For what could have been, and what will never be Sad For us seeing the others in each other Manipulating Distorting Just trying to win Sad for the fears which paralyze us For your lack of trust And mine For us trying harder when we care less For meaning too much, But not enough ©2003 Gisele Marasca 04/29/03 ============================================================= Sadness There’s no more room in my heart For such sadness, anguish, pain There’s not room left in my mind For such atrocities, violence, disdain Such sadness… Sadness so deep… Drowing in sadness for you, for me And for what this world must be ©2017 Gisele Marasca 10/11/17 ============================================================= Sheltered Shell Sheltered life, sheltered heart Bland living, bland feeling Muffled, muted, morose... Can the depth of the sea Really Be understood from the sounds That reflect inside of a seashell? ©2024 Gisele Marasca 02/29/24 ============================================================= Should I...? Tell me, what will it be? Should I go to him, Or hope he’ll come to me? Should I take it in my hands Or leave it all to chance? Should it ever have started To become this sad romance? Does it matter where it goes, Or when it must finally end? Tell me what will happen next, Is it my turn to pretend? Do I suffer, shall I cry, Should I struggle, should I try? Should I give up and let it die? Can I stand up on my own? Will I miss his warmth in bed, And wish that he were there After all the tears I’ve shed? Should I relish in the thought That I deserve so much more While I spend my empty nights Just as alone as before? ©2002 Gisele Marasca 07/05/02 ============================================================= Small I don’t mind The fact that you see me as an example Of everything you would never want I don’t care That you hold so many things higher in your life And that I’m not important in your great scheme I can stand Your criticism, teasing, half-hearted appeasing Your condescending, insensitivity, disdain even It doesn’t matter As long as you still listen, as long as you still care As long as one small part of you Loves me with everything it can ©2002 Gisele Marasca 09/02/02 ============================================================= Somebody Love Me Will somebody love me enough To recognize the good in me And accept all my flaws? Will somebody love me all the way Not being afraid of getting lost And never wanting to go back? Will somebody love me deeply, Descending through countless layers, In the dangerous search of my core? Will somebody kindly love me, Strive to reach and understand me, And always be where I am? Will somebody faithfully love me, Above everything else, As if I were the only one? Will somebody love me with passion, As if there were no tomorrow, As if it were meant to be? Will somebody love me just once, Without judging me, Condescending me, Or trying to change who I am? Will somebody love me without fear Of feeling too much, Withholding too little, Not hiding enough? Will somebody just love me, Absolutely love me, Purely, perfectly love me, Even if it’s only me? ©2000 Gisele Marasca ============================================================= Sometimes It Just Sucks Sometimes it just sucks It doesn’t feel quite right It actually feels quite bad Depressing, angry, sad Hopeless and helpless Almost unendurable And so utterly unfair… Sometimes there’s so much suffering Such deep, miserable pain And you can’t get out of your skin And no one is there to save you Or be with you as you face it The good guy doesn’t win in the end Or there’s simply no end in sight Sometimes it just sucks… But then there are the other times When this, too, shall pass And things won’t suck that much They’ll actually go your way And that will feel so good And even be pretty awesome At least for a while… ©2021 Gisele Marasca 01/26/21 ============================================================= Sucking the Air Yes, I suck the air out of the room Because it’s there, because I can Because there’s plenty more where that came from Because it’s my God-given right To be proud, to be passionate To be Woman living my truth Breathing, taking it all in Stepping into my power and Sucking the air out of the room ©2024 Gisele Marasca 03/02/24 ============================================================= Surface People * I will have to say: yes, I suffer And I do admit that I cry Such a small price to pay, however To be one of those who can fly It’s a hard existence, you know It’s nothing to brag about You can’t deal with knowing Yet you can’t do without Once you open your eyes You cannot pretend anymore No matter how much you try There are things you can’t ignore Once the flood gates are opened You drown or learn how to swim You know you have to survive You can’t just quit on a whim Sometimes I envy the surface people Happily floating, living their lies Their wounds never hurt or bleed No sad tears burn their eyes Through their skin-deep lives they move While I can’t keep afloat But most always I enjoy my fate And I’d hate to be in their boat ©2000 Gisele Marasca * Published as part of the anthology Poets Unleashed, compiled by Ron Cross 
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