Leik

Found 29 thoughts of Leik

The World! Who gives to me if I could come back to be child!

Who gives to me if my heart was imbuído alone in child trick!

Who gives to me if I could forget that one day we were one only.

Moan, for moment as this that the destination in prepared them, pain, distresses and the lack of you!

I have lamented days after days your lack, this small piece of you, that he took me.

Who gives to me! that nothing of this it had happened, our history would be different, was complete.

How it lacks this making this love to my heart! The world if erased to my redor, I does not obtain to enxergar to the beauty of the arc Iris, the flowers in the fields, to the dusk! I do not see the beauty of the stars, the moon that was always in the offered one in our night of love, if I had erased for me, nor I obtain to tend it more! I only see darknesses.

Who gives to me! To but a time, it woke up of your side, I I went to make different for does not lose you…

- Who gives to me! Who gives to me!

Who gives to me! If I came back to be child, now he would not be lamenting the lack that you make me this small piece that you she pulled out and she led with you, you lack of you in my heart.

Helio Pereira Banhos 07/11/08

Hélio Pereira Banhos

Paradise of the love

It comes! I am of arms open waiting you! It walks! We go to walk together, runs for we do not lose
We go to live, this love together.
Wide everything as it is, comes me running for my arm!
It does not look at stops backwards,
Me of the hand, it follows me, the day is long!
The happiness this there, does not give up very goes to be happy, us in loving them very.
But this does not close the eyes for who being for brings,
It sees our place, that pretty!
It steps on firm in the soil, care! You vary it armadinha to hinder to be happy.
It only listens to this! It is our music that this to bailar in air
It felt this perfume!
The breeze, singing of the birds, the light wind that blows in its cabeleira.
Crystalline water that of this in the source
Relva wet soft
Flowers of all the colors, you that one that I never dedicated for prettier you this common one
It can smile, we are arriving, not cost more nothing of what it was for brings.
We have the Sun to heat during the day
The Moon, that is promised to the boyfriends, to the loving ones to that if they love of truth as we.
Multicolorful stars prettier one of what to another one
Valley not to cry, but of joy!
We go to run, to arrive soon, comes! I want arrives abraçadinho with you there.
We go to play to jump to turn child, here if everything can.
We arrive! We go to live together to enjoy of this love, and nakeds love very, will be very happy.

Helio Pereira Banhos 02/11/08

Hélio Pereira Banhos

Drop of love


A drop in the face of my face falls, then I start to think,
Thinking about a love that makes me that this drop fell of mine pranto.
The white sheet, as a blank page
Of a love history that I did not write, also I do not know that it goes to happen.
I have left words in your heart, I have asked for the wind that takes you my love all it, opens the window!
It sees rain through the window, are drops and more you like. I only want a drop of your love.
The water puddles that rain left, I only want a drop of your love, it I do not go to be of more, of I love surplus, it I go to be rare as a very precious jewel.
Eye for the mirror and I see my image, I did not want to see me, I wanted to see you of my side with a pretty smile.
I only want a drop of its love, in thoughts I am trying to say as much to you that I want you to make you happy.
I only want a drop of your love,
The extended hand, the opened heart to feel a drop alone of its love,
It leaves to wet me and to feel your love.
I want only one drop of your love
Hélio Pereira Banhos 22/10/08

Hélio Pereira Banhos

Buttons of Roses

They harvest these buttons of roses that this in the door of your heart, while they can!
The old Time passes and continues passing fast very:
E this same flower that today this smiles to them,
Tomorrow it will be dying.
They harvest does not leave stops later


The sun, fire the land shining in the garden,
The more to shine,
More early it will lock up its day,
E more close will be of if erasing.

They harvest this button of roses that this in the door of your heart, while they can!

Better age does not have who to love, can be the first one,

The flame of the love does not leave if to erase.
When in youth the blood beats hot;
But when it passes worse they are the times
That it is transferred leaving marks and much homesickness of that Le button that passed.

Therefore, without fear, they use its time now,
E while they can, lives to festejar,
Therefore after having lost the golden years,
these buttons will not have more the time for spoon that the time made to pass.

They harvest, harvest these buttons of rose that this florindo the garden of your heart.



Hélio Pereira Banhos24/10/08

Hélio Pereira Banhos

It pardons
Pardons me for this love that I bring inside of the chest That I affirm to be the sensible greater. It pardons for this headquarters that I feel to love you.
To dream of your body on mine, in the frantic dance of the love.
It pardons for wanting you next to me and trying to look for to reach you.
Hurt pardons for my imperfections does not want you Is, all my joy Pardons for is asking for pardon to you, silence much time says everything and makes to understand the love that I feel for you.
Your voice makes me as much lack, to only hear it today your voice was very happy.
Love you is my passion, Enchants me.
It calms me.
You pardon for having in such a way left waiting, as much hour.
E to the times to cry out your name you do not go to hear, more I shout for flame its attention.
He pardons, but I only know to love you. It pardons, pardons. Therefore I now say I love you, I do not know to be without you, I pardon me.
I do not support this homesickness, Necessary to see, to hear, to feel and to possess you.
I do not know to make another thing not to think about you.
That it is not to love you.
I love you very, I pardon me, I know that I do not deserve you more I love you very.
Excuse for everything, I adore you kisses.
Hélio pereira Banhos

Hélio Pereira Banhos

I feel myself Glad, For the joy to have you
Hélio Pereira Banhos

Hélio Pereira Banhos

Thoughts
Words are words, are of them that I write an idea, a feeling and of this feeling that I feed aminha soul. When it lacks to the words certainly I to me I will not feel more nothing.
Hélio Preira Banhos

Hélio Pereira Banhos

Thought
To write is an art, is an art as an express artist if. That deeper of your being, you does not obtain to speak, you strap of the deep one of its soul and to write it, few is understood, more to a heart it admires it and to make of this feeling its.
Hélio Pereira Banhos

Hélio Pereira Banhos

Thought
the only powerful thing that I have in hands, is a penxs and a paper. The bars of it, express I a feeling, that stops the bad ones understood is madness, the eyes to see, celebrate it hold back the penxs write the paper to absorb and you… It forgives me I love you.
Hélio Pereira Banhos

Hélio Pereira Banhos

Of love For love

One day…
My eyes had found with its…
That also they searched the happiness, To you finds to feel that it had found somebody that would go to complete me…
My hours would be full of happiness moments.
E when in the sadness hours, the joy to want to abandon me…
I will have somebody to follow me.
To understand me…
Today I can to say that all the things, that I imagined its respect, When in we know them, are true…
You she is sincere, wonderful…
I adore you! For its simplicity to love and in the way that agent if understands.
You it is very special, who make me I in such a way to get passionate me thus for you. Its presence makes me to believe that the future exists, and can be pretty and true.
Definitively you it is part of my world, and is everything that lacked in my life…
The hope that I waited…
One pro measures of joy…
The dream that arrived…
To see you become all possible and real one…
YOU ARE my reason of living, and to be happy…
It is mine today…
Mine tomorrow…
With forces…
Beyond the infinite…

Hélio Pereira Banhos

The love between the souls

The love between the souls…
It is not looked not if it can is not demanded…
Simply it happens when less one expects.
Love between Souls Is love donation sincerity, Purpose, Devotion, ternura, pleasure, emotion.
It does not matter in the distance.
Love between souls is a rescue of lives that arrives at the end in the sublime act of reencontro with its twin soul so lived deeply in today.
Love between souls is not alone desire and sex.
It is to inside want and to feel the presence of the loved being of the heart. It is to need one the other as the butterfly and the bee needs the flower. Love between souls is so intense, so felt for us…
That nobody, not even the time obtains to erase of our lives…
“Love to the first sight does not exist.
What it exists is the certain person, at the certain moment.
You “by chance it was there.” I love you.

Hélio Pereira Banhos

It finishes it Rosa
The night is my taste.
It rains…
He is cold and it makes wind.
E I write, on the discouragement.
The wind waves to me, In wet leves Of my garden.
E they fly…
Falling, as snowflakes, in me.
E of finishes rose, Black.
That still it lasted Next to me…
They are become free, the petals, That take kisses Of me…
Until you.

Hélio Pereira Banhos

Hélio Pereira Banhos

Souvenir of love
In varanda of the time, it speaks in the dreams.
Dreams of loves and fancy points of pains.
- Love Speaks!
he look if prolongates the cold road, barriers in front the large house, streets slopes sad mountains.
To the slow afternoon in gold, close it delays the day, it so far gives itself in the discouragement, the hunch postpones the edges of the heart.
In the face the dew knows the way of the disillusions.
The pearls, the silks of the dreams, dilute the colors.

Hélio Pereira banhos
orkut hbanhos@oi.com.br

Hélio Pereira Banhos

The king and the beggar
In a quarter in the zone south of a city where the powerful people richest and of the country liveed.
A man very respected in the country for its legendary history in the public power also liveed. This man if dislocated from its city for another city, where already he was everything arranged for its glorious speech of its new conquest.
Before arriving at the fertile movement the all powerful one all, “king” saw a dirty beggar and fedendo in the square, that called its attention, although everything this beggar jumped and sang of joy.
It approached to the beggar and said:
- Because you this happy one, with this gone so needy that it condemned it?
- I am always happy, am not the convict, I I am I am free therefore that I am happy!
- You he is a beggar, he is that I know beggar are rebelled people and needy many times it arrives ties to be violent.
- Mr. does not know nothing, I am a beggar I am more not rebelled nor rebelled and so little violent.
I am happy for being able to appreciate the nature and its enchantments.
It sees the one that Le bird as it sings is pretty!
- You deferred payment where?
- You do not have family?
- I live in the city, the side streets, the quarters in any place.
My family is the nature the birds, I is a Pelegrino does not have certain place.
- Exactly thus it is happy?
- Yes, I am very.
I do not have nothing to complain.
- Therefore my happiness is the money.
What it would be of me without it!
I find that I would die.
- The money is not everything.
- For me it is, I live in a luxurious mansion with many employees for mi servile, I am a very busy man.
Right now I am going for speeches, where I am waited I eat king.
More Mr. does not have nothing of good to give in exchange, because you only think about you yourselves, everything that speaks is demagogy.
- Because you think very badly of me?
- It sees well!
- What?
- It lives very well!
More it would not be capable to survive when it will be badly.
- Beggar!
Search some thing you to make, you can be well and leave of being beggar.
- Perhaps, more I am happy thus!
- I am losing time with a beggar!
Plus you it is different of them.
Already I am been slow for my speech…
Years had passed, and the two will meet again.
For the car it leaves me of the one donates for that beggar.
Young man, young man!
- What you want with me?
It leaves I slept me.
- Handle this alms for you purchase some thing you to eat.
- Obliged!
What I want exactly is dies!
- It dies!
It dies why?
- this is problem…
- It waits!
Agent already does not know itself?
- Of where?
It is impossible!
I am new in this city.
- You he is not that man who in another oura in we find them in a square?
- I do not remember Mr.!
It has…
I am remembering yes Mr., you he was the beggar and I it “king”.
- What it happened with Mr., who came stops in this situation?
You he is a sad and needy beggar now.
- I had a great chance to triple my richness in the stock exchange, my greed said high more, and lost everything, everything that I had.
I lost money, family, friends and the power.
- Moan very, more the life continues.
- For me the life finished does not have more force and will to revert this picture, I only have revolt and hatred to remember that one day I was superficially.
- And you as this changed!
You he is rich!
- Yes not as you age in the past, fixture as you suggested, worked and betting in mine foca and will and was successful.
Today I have family, this seeing that woman and that child?
She is my family.
- I do not have more my family I I lost it, I do not have nor more will of living.
- It does not say young bobagem, is not thus so arrasado, you it can of to the return superficially, and conquest everything again.
- As! Already it said you:
- Everything Finished.
- It is a penalty for who already was very proud, that only thought about proper itself.
I leaves to go my family waits me.

Hélio Pereira Banhos

Hélio Pereira Banhos

The desert infinite town

In this desert infinite town, I find me lost, I feel myself as a sand grain in the desert.
Who knows as a fish is of water, the homesickness torments me to put as a candle that never are erased, burnt and arde inside of me.
I try to run away looking friends.
Enturmando with people whom to the times nothing does not have to see with me.
E is therefore that I find me where I am now, in the desert infinite town.
The only luck now is found you you, who solely obtain to make me on flying the infinite, however not more desert, because of its company.
Its look makes me to remember, pretty nights, wonderful moments, things used to advantage for the gift without being to remember the past.
Or consequence of the future, although everything passing, already passed!
Living creature the gift because I do not know if the future turns this infinite town.
That I will be the people of its desert.

Hélio Pereira Banhos

Hélio Pereira Banhos

The girl and the iris
Between the iris in the way it valley this a girl who is special for me.
I want it loves There, it loves There and to understand-There, I want you say There:
I perpetual love you, I love you I love you, the iris I am beautiful well dressed e this, you I am pretty, the meiguice in how much you I slept I am imagining you and painting in memories, candy love until the sun to clarear.
When to the one in the nature tended of sunday in a green and well next field I eye the iris in the field and sees its beauty, and the girl who I in such a way love that this in my heart.

Hélio Pereira Banhos

Hélio Pereira Banhos

The new Day
Of manhãzinha the sun entered for the window revirou my souvenirs between letters and diademas the image of the woman who I more loved.
Scared I woke up, was to the house of the woman for bush the homesickness, to give to impulsivity I I found with the sad solitude, that left me in the soil, without aid and without courage I was crawling until arrives the house, crying I I looked at in the mirror that reflected the image of the woman who I more loved.
Sad I was I lie down to me imagining in my happiness that stops me was in the new day.

Hélio Pereira Banhos

Hélio Pereira Banhos

In a small
town the fond way a family of colonists, them will colonize the town and had started to order in the place.
This family will become most powerful of the place, them was the colonels, as she liked to be called, if had become very powerful exactly, had made its empires there passing over all without respects nobody.
Everybody that arrived there had that to work they and to abitolar in its customs.
The order of the colonel was so that nobody took initiative the nothing, only its order that prevailed in the town.
In that Le agent town did not have active voice the nothing, it was always reprimível for the men of the colonel.
After very it suffers, one of them gave the independence shout: Now it arrives!
Who goes to order in my acts is I, and not them old customs of this place.
The inhabitants had alerted of the danger that went runs with the alive wheel that commanded that place, its way does not go pleases the colonel, it you go you eliminate and its family as already she made with the others.
More before it answered:
We cannot agrees more to this repression, we live of low of its order you enslaved this alive wheel cannot continue loading our destination for there and everything continues normally as it was before.
Agent has that she takes an initiative before is late!
Here it is that it came it “drags” and eliminated that man who had a dream, dream to see all the inhabitants taking care of of its proper life with freedom.
The town comments on that man who fought for the freedom, knowing that who consumed with it was the colonel, plus nobody arisca to say nothing.
E everything came back as it was before.

Hélio Pereira Banhos

Hélio Pereira Banhos

At night
It is night!
The sky this covered with star one, is full moon, that pretty!
It is a present the holy ghost.
How night!
The sky is one palco that it shows its stars, ah moon!
If you it spoke, certainly would say that I age the person happyest, you was witness of as many verses of love recited for it.
My love why?
Because it left?
The sky fell in my head, please, comes back!
Cadê you?
I feel all the night the presence I admit that he loses you, the time I pass cadê my love that was even so leaving many homesicknesses.
Oh time! You this pain of this love only stops strap that another oura made me so happy. Stars!
How many times I and It played to count you in the afternoon of sunday, lost the account, as I so happy age.
It made promise oaths and more oaths you are welcome it was valid, you was even so!
Today only it remains the souvenir that this lost one in the night.

Hélio Pereira Banhos Orkut hbanhos@oi.com.br

Hélio Pereira Banhos

The key of the love
They had asked to me, one day,
Which would be the key for the love?
Where it would be the mystery That transforms a case into serious, an illusion passenger In pleasure pra entire life? …
That enigmas will keep love histories That they last years the wire?
What it will keep joined Two before strange beings, Later so great abetters As in perennial rutting? …
Perhaps Only one key for the Love does not exist…
They can be many, However these elements Without a doubt will not lack:
Sincerity, loyalty, Complicity, devotion, Affection e (much) passion…
Hélio Pereira Banhos

Hélio Pereira Banhos

I only think about loving
I want you well more my great love than everything, Even so, however I nor know I eat I I can explain you.
I only know that it is a so deep feeling so beautiful e, That I in this world I only think here about loving you.
You do not leave one alone my thought, and all the moment second, close to you I you want to be.
Ah! My love could I for a few seconds stop the time, and all this my feeling you be able to show.
It wants baixinho well to whisper its ear, Either what it will be, there same that it does not have direction, But that he is significant all this my love.
Ah! Loved mine that it has I very I have asked for, Therefore tired it was of walking for there lost, I now reached of skies this immense favor.

Hélio Pereira Banhos

Hélio Pereira Banhos

Perfume of woman
Already is late, lost sleep and slept does not obtain.
Rolling of a side for the other, I seated in the bed, I looked at for the mirror and I saw me very sad. I perceived a sad solitude;
with the pressed heart exclamei with high voice!
Love, love, love as you this making me lack.
I started remembers it my love that another oura makes me so happy, I I did not enxergava as much that it was important for me and I did not go up of the value, I I found that never I went suffers from love.
I never mattered for the great woman who always was of my side, I always I arrived late, how many times that not even the wait came back toward house leaving.
It was so little the love that I of showed for it, almost never corresponded its great love for me.
I started to frequent places, always leaving alone it in house.
Farreava with friends and other women, my love in house always waiting for me.
Whenever I arrived the house, there pretty cheirosa was it all waiting arrives me.
Arriving the house I did not bind to the minim, nor I perceived its beauty its perfume, I I went soon I slept, I was tired of the ballad.
The time I was passing, always it same thing…
I lost it, only remaining sheets exhaling its I smell, its perfume of woman, and its souvenirs that were all I sing of the room.
Today I see myself completely empty, I am in a deep solitude, in contrast of it. It this very happy being very loved. I come back I slept it, during the night I call it for I still vary times, as my empty side aches when feeling, smelling its perfume of woman. I bind to the radio in it this touching a song that it always called me attention for its letter that interprets the true love today understands the reason this. I never wanted to understand this feeling before, as I age “insensato”! I closed the eyes for the love, never wanted to enxergar this.
Not perceiving its great love for me, leaving of side.
There it finished going even so forever, being only its perfume of woman.
I finished losing the love of a great woman

Hélio Pereira Banhos

Hélio Pereira Banhos

Letter of Love
When I see my life as was without you, does not believe that it lived.
It breathed…
it slept…
woke up…
nourished me…
Today I see that the physical part was alone that was fed… …
I was dying and not wise person…
You it arrived as a cool breeze in one afternoon hot of summer!
It entered as who does not want and took account of my heart.
Today my life is part as if always it was been there.
How he was same that I lived?
I obtain to remember now, the one before, do not only remember, did not live!
E… Worse… I not wise person!
Today you exist inside of me.
It is part of my skin…
Of mine I smell…
of my heart…
E does not have what I do not think that does not come impregnated of you.
You exist and she waits me… e… I wait that the life, one day, in gives the emancipation letter to them and in it leaves them to live this great love!

Hélio Pereira Banhos

Hélio Pereira Banhos

On this day that it is so special
Is one day where until the angels they are making party because if in the land it is party In the sky is party also,
I want to leave my homage through these verses.
The prettiest date of the most important calendar I will say now Is the date of its anniversary Plus one year that if commemorates to give to a gift I wants Roses,
orquídeas to You and jasmim Vai also my sincere affection With all the flowers of the Together garden my love to this Wrapped up bouquet goes my emotion One I hug pressed in you and a kiss in its heart! As you will be,
GOD keeps to you.
As you think, GOD uses you.
Congratulations my beloved princess I love you a smack.

Hélo Pereira Banhos

Hélio Pereira Banhos

Linking by chance
In one late of sunday I was working when the telephone touched…
I took care of:
“it was a linking by chance”.
- it alou, alou:
It said a pretty voice of the side of there, that so pretty voice that it moved very with me.
Talk-in the hours in the telephone, that voice, so candy and meiga of an angel.
It described its profile all and spoke very of its life, I was knowing everything, was there imagining that angel who me seemed a pretty girl with a so pretty voice.
It already had filled my heart with its enchantment of girl.
I said to the telephone at the same time I I more always made fancy of that I did not have the vi of, feeling its presence to each moment that people if spoke in the telephone.
All the improvised very pretty moment was everything by chance, that I could I felt in the life. Our communication was always for telephone, I had much will of knows - there, that one that with little time already made stops in my heart.
It was in my souvenir, never more she will be forgotten and extinguished my memory.
After many joys it came the misunderstanding, he was long the days of silence, more did not hear its voice, the telephone always it touched, she was not it! I already found that I would be forever, after some days, “renascer”.
A new hope appears, but so little it lasted, it was as a storm that arrive and arrasa everything and goes even so fast.
Thus it was this love that passed so fast e even though leaving its marks of a homesickness.
It was as a dream that if pulled down to the a rope, in a way or of another one this love that little had started, more finished being the good things for brings.
E never more was heard its voice in the telephone. Helium Pear tree Banns Saint Luzia MG 03/06/1994

Hélio Pereira Banhos

Hélio Pereira Banhos
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