Victório Sarkis

He was kind, he was generous,

A truly gentleman.

He was my man, he was gorgeous,

A real trust man.

Great adventures we had together.

He had a beer, I had a bag of sweets.

He showed me how to make people feel better…

A kiss, a hug, a bit of love and a nice walk around the streets.

He was my man,

The one I most loved.

He was my granddad, my superman,

He was odd.

Rest in peace, granddad,

I will always love you.

You was like my big dad
And I will never forget you.

Gabrielle Sarkis

05/08/17

Away

Pain, pain, go away

May you never find me again.

I’ll hide, I’ll run.

You will look for me behind the sun.

In the dark, in the forest,

I’ll find myself.

In the weirdness of a comet

I’ll just be myself.

Will it always be this way?

A taste of happiness, a kiss of sadness…

No, not if I say

That I’m the only responsible for what happens.

So pain, go away.

Pain, go away

And never find me again.

Gabrielle Sarkis

05/08/17

Vetinha

When you walk into our bedroom

I burn on desire.

I hope another year is gone soon

Then my body can be once again on fire.

For your smile, babe,

I write, I work, I fight.

To touch your skin again like crazy

Even to stay I might.

You’re my best friend, my lover,

My co-worker, my looseness.

My Vetinha, don’t make me a loser.

I beg you, don’t bring me into all the craziness.

Just kiss me and do it as slowly as you can.

Tell me I’m your love

And everything will be alright again.

Hug me and say “yes”.

Don’t forget you’re my love

And never mind what people say.

So we can sleep together once more.

I can smell your hair, hear your voice.

You can tell me a joke, make me laugh.

Is it not what everything is about?!

 Gabrielle Sarkis

05/08/17

Sake of Being

“Why do I write?”-  I ask myself.

I’m not even Oscar Wilde.

I’m in Ireland, I’m a queer and I write

But I’m not Oscar Wilde.

What else can a person do?

Go out, play rugby, eat cereal.

How boring can a life be without other people?

I feel, I absorb, I write.

You hear, you run, you hide.

Are we all we are?

Well, now that you got it

And I now you’ve got it…

Run! Faster as you can!

Tell her that you love her

And that you’ll never go away again.

Then you go, one more time

And as a liar you stay.

At least as something you always stays...

For the sake of being.

Bang!

Gabrielle Sarkis

03/08/17

Silly Language

Banana means banana

Chocolate is chocolate

Sex we say sexo

My love is selvagem (“wild” – PT BRA)

You think I’m a child

Just ‘cause I write like one

Don’t mistake me, I’m wild

I can give you good fun

I’m a writer, not a whore

Your fun is in my tongue

It’s in my fingers

I’m a lesbian, not a boy

I appreciate cuddling

As much as my friend Mariana appreciates gingers

You don’t like me,

You respect me

I don’t like you

I analytically write about you

Silly language, won’t catch me

If I fall, a new drunken friend will always teach me

It’s not about being free

But about feeling queer.

Gabrielle Sarkis

01/08/17

Back to Writing

Hello dearest readers (if you ever existed).

I’ve had a few different weeks, uncomfortable and mindfulness, that made me think a lot about who I am right now, how I fell about people, who I want to be from my 25’s on and what I have to do to finally achieve my goals. Well, a painful time is never a waste of time, especially if you’re willing to be a poet!

Before I start telling you what is and has always has been in my mind, I fell like making myself clear and this way I don’t mean to be rude at all: I’m a 25 years old Brazilian woman that has lived in Ireland for 2 years and is now moving to America. I haven’t been in an English language class since I was at school and this was before I’ve been in college for 5 years and a half so you can guess what I mean by that, can you not?! I hope so, cleaver reader! Well, I will never say sorry for the way I speak, for the way I get what you say or for the beautiful way I write, because I’m brave enough to try and courageous people should never say “sorry” for anything.

Now, if you finished reading it, I have to say a big “thank you”. You’re probably one of my besties or my mum using Google Translator.

Do good for people,

Gabrielle Sarkis

01/08/17 

Missing?

"I wanna make up my mind

But I don't know myself
No I don't know myself"




It's been good years, good years.
A pint, a club, a bit of laugh, cold weather.
I listen to your song.
I listen to your song.

I see you, I can't touch you, but I see you.
If I listen to your song, I'm kind with you, right?
I need to believe it.
At least I believe it.

I read your book, I can hear your voice.
I remember your perfume, I can almost get your taste.
It's just what I'm missing... to get your taste.

I don't think I miss the place, no I don't.
I just want to get your taste.
One more time.

"I wanna make up my mind
But I don't know myself
No I don't know myself"