cansado, entediado, inquieto
em relação a todos os tipos de afeto.
com novas madeixas vem nova vida
uma vida borrada e sem direções,
aproveitada ao máximo?
chapéus e lápis para o alto,
pois o curtindo a vida adoidado está gritando para entrar.
"um pequeno esforço para o futuro" uma ova
o saco está cheio e o cheio está um saco
cadê os livros impressos no cérebro
que só me vejo voltando à janelinha que pisca?
"mais uma dose, é claro que eu to afim"
na verdade eu quero todas e todos
"por que a gente é assim?"
domingo, 23 de maio de 2010
sexta-feira, 7 de maio de 2010
melancolia
melancolia é vácuo que obstrui as narinas
tão parte sua quanto o seu rim
este filtra o sangue; aquela filtra as visões
tinge-as de negro e transborda aos olhos
ou ao coração - hemorragia.
tão parte sua quanto o seu rim
este filtra o sangue; aquela filtra as visões
tinge-as de negro e transborda aos olhos
ou ao coração - hemorragia.
domingo, 2 de maio de 2010
nothing's quite what it seems in a city of dreams
Tenho uma visão
360, subjetivação
céu, terra, água, fogo e energia
there's no such thing as fairies
mito, místico, intangível
o quão mágico?
360, subjetivação
céu, terra, água, fogo e energia
there's no such thing as fairies
mito, místico, intangível
o quão mágico?
dancing with my confusion (english)
the months go by slowly
as the weeks and days punish me with their emptyness
an emptyness i vaguely recognize
from the offly far away lands of which i have been pushed away
by the time and space of social remarks of what is right
for them, i most certainly did obey
though my most profound wish was to explore the beautiful and vast possibilities
of self guidance and indentification
reflected on the lagoons by the Alps and snow mountain sides.
the still very blurred vision of myself was presented to me
and who am i, if not only physical manifestations of the whatsitcalled particules
that consist my figure of soul and love?
maybe the dark despair cloud of the heart can tell you
what it is that i am finally made of:
The horror! The horror!
no meaning whatsoever is added to this -
could it be?
there's still an untoucheble inner light
which was disguised by the byronesque melancholy
for great mourning carries great renaissance
walking along by misleading steps
Wonderland and the Continent of Darkness
fighting for attention and power,
for long as they both shall live.
Now I am a capital I
the same first letter of Inconscious
inside a body-and-soul that is unique
and therefor, psyche
a one and only psyche.
as the weeks and days punish me with their emptyness
an emptyness i vaguely recognize
from the offly far away lands of which i have been pushed away
by the time and space of social remarks of what is right
for them, i most certainly did obey
though my most profound wish was to explore the beautiful and vast possibilities
of self guidance and indentification
reflected on the lagoons by the Alps and snow mountain sides.
the still very blurred vision of myself was presented to me
and who am i, if not only physical manifestations of the whatsitcalled particules
that consist my figure of soul and love?
maybe the dark despair cloud of the heart can tell you
what it is that i am finally made of:
The horror! The horror!
no meaning whatsoever is added to this -
could it be?
there's still an untoucheble inner light
which was disguised by the byronesque melancholy
for great mourning carries great renaissance
walking along by misleading steps
Wonderland and the Continent of Darkness
fighting for attention and power,
for long as they both shall live.
Now I am a capital I
the same first letter of Inconscious
inside a body-and-soul that is unique
and therefor, psyche
a one and only psyche.
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