Have I been expecting it
Have I been expecting you
I have been experiencing you

Extremities of our skin
Our bodies bounded
Love surrounded

How it feels
How our touches unpeel
The ways we address ourselves
Into our curves
The ways we undress ourselves
Into our corners
Uncertain streets
From inside the sleeves
Our deeds
From the outside
We also breathe



Let me show you my illusions
Let us play with your conclusions
take apart the diffusion
seconds without confusion

look at the world displayed
all these people displaced
words being played
the world has its games

there is a ghost in my gut
there is lust in the dust

get out of yourself
get done with yourself

If I break down
I may break through
if I lose my way
I — may find — You

in search of silence to steal

Photo by eberhard 🖐 grossgasteiger on Unsplash



Before being born
I am a seed
After the cry
I am a flower

Tears of giants
a sea of new creatures
ask the poetry
not the poet
there is no pottery
capable of purity
nor eternity

I see the colours fly
the migration of the butterflies
I felt the wind change
powered the windmills
a thousand wild dreams
blowing in the flower fields

Photo by Pascal Debrunner on Unsplash



It is ok
even the waves are breaking
the rain has agreed to fall
at any given day

The mind is above
The body in between
and the Soul
is all you have seen

Striking as light
Shrinking like a skin
hours and minutes
and all the juxtapositions

Wild animals are running
humans rearranging
like the cosmos
one by one
we are all strangers

and as I put myself to sleep
I see the many candles waiting
to be lit.

Photo by Marek Piwnicki on Unsplash



I am a fusion
of brightness
and confusion

there is solidity
and dissolution
a certain need for validity
and all go down to distillation

a part of me
is in-formation
the other
building up every second
to tear apart in the closest future

I have a word to say
a world to stay
a language to speak
a path to seek

the prehistoric man
is back
and again

to speak the language of the soul
in a world where living, is the only goal.

Photo by Ivana Cajina on Unsplash



Adriana Vernalha

Adriana Vernalha


An Artist Exploring Her Creative Nature. Sometimes in Portuguese Sometimes in English @adrianavernalha