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"... tudo o que vejo tem ponto de beleza e crueldade, pois o que é belo é cruel e nao ha nada que se possa fazer àcerca disso." "all i see has beauty and cruelty in it, for all that is beautyfull is also cruel an there's nothing you can do about it."

Friday, October 11, 2013

to feel

streams of thoughts,
rampaging acessements
of all sorts...

to act, not to act, to choose
to trust the choice, to choose to trust
to fight, to walk, to keep on walking
to love, not to hate, to love, to love, to love
to not be tired, to keep on walking
to smile no matter what, no matter what.
to do these things
and those things
all things I'm allowed
and those out of reach...
to listen, to watch, to feel
to believe theres something
to believe it to be real
to feel.

drama drama drama

everything's got drama!
shit, everything's difficult and complex!
on every mind an evil twist
and on every word a hidden wish...

everything's got a story!
everyone's got a plan.
a side-plan slowly whispered,
on a language i don't understand.

they're like slick break-dancers,
high on themselves and their fast moves,
self-declared ethical bouncers,
shaking hands with empty gloves.

and then pointing fingers of harsh mistrust
accuse me of slipping on dreams of lust!

as if i could charge upon my sleep
against these creatures of make-belief...


Wednesday, August 28, 2013

These moves of letting know

driven full on things to speak out
things to love without a doubt
my heart grew bigger than my fists
arms curved, gave me kind of a twist...

i became unfit for what came next.

not knowing who's listening or why
upper-cuts on hold, standing by
unleashed on the shade of an absent eye

one after the other after the other...

they have cracked my ribs,
nearly pushed me aside…

but not quite.

Wednesday, April 17, 2013


constantly in awe, i observe these rhythms, trying to understand
effortlessly, these strings of universe that care for no one yet binding us
that appear and disappear, wishing our eyes open minds.

constantly in awe i observe these rhythms, not trying to understand
gentle things that come and go, give and take, hide and show
mirrored expressions of one's soul, stronger than muscle, harder than bone.

constantly in awe,
paired by these strings of things that come...
these things that go.

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

silence of you

silence of you,
till when will you last
i hope for this light,
but night keeps us apart.

sharp secrets sleep,
blood pours from each dart
be gone sweet talk,
whispering slowly by dark.

so i wish you could see,
eyes that tear me apart
that in the salt of your tears,
runs the warmth of my heart.

oh silence of you,
long you will last
i have hoped for this light,
but night keeps us apart.