tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70660372024-03-05T19:51:08.475-08:00dreamnationEU NÃO IMAGINO. EU RECORDO. E ADAPTO.manuel zeemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15010435676405358386noreply@blogger.comBlogger70125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7066037.post-25903286330804874632016-08-10T03:04:00.000-07:002016-08-10T03:04:33.125-07:00IrreplaceabilityThe true tragedy of Love<br />
is its irreplaceability.<br />
<br />
The touch that takes over,<br />
your physical self,<br />
which it owns.<br />
<br />
The memory where it lives and haunts.<br />
The presence that enlightens and to darkness returns,<br />
on a first breath of absence. manuel zeemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15010435676405358386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7066037.post-53987615601122445982015-03-17T16:30:00.002-07:002015-03-17T16:31:26.626-07:00nothing in betweenToday I thought of leaving, meet the shores of my outer limits.<br />
<br />
But i didn't. <br />
<br />
Even though its soothing arms and gentle whispers have been often my voice and lament and next-of-kin, the true disquiet of my being relates to love. <br />
To the lack thereof. To its excess, and to not having something else in between. <br />
Nothing to sooth its passage, no warnings to stretch my bones, no call for the absence of sight or sound. <br />
No half way to catch my breath, open my lungs and stiffen my muscles. <br />
No shaking of the limbs as foreplay to a run and jump into belief. <br />
No pat on my back to remind me of myself, my physical self, my minded self. <br />
The true disquiet of my being relates to love. <br />
Will always relate to love. <br />
To the lack thereof. <br />
To its excess. <br />
And to nothing else in between.manuel zeemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15010435676405358386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7066037.post-61940518188766965062013-10-11T23:07:00.002-07:002013-11-17T06:24:20.889-08:00to feel<span class="userContent">streams of thoughts,<br /> rampaging acessements <br /> of all sorts...<br /> <br /> to act, not to act, to choose<br /> to trust the choice, to choose to trust<span class="text_exposed_show"><br /> to fight, to walk, to keep on walking<br /> to love, not to hate, to love, to love, to love<br /> to not be tired, to keep on walking<br /> to smile no matter what, no matter what.<br /> to do these things<br /> and those things<br /> all things I'm allowed<br /> and those out of reach...<br /> to listen, to watch, to feel<br /> to believe theres something<br /> to believe it to be real<br /> to feel.</span></span>manuel zeemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15010435676405358386noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7066037.post-3797259972273081262013-10-11T23:06:00.002-07:002013-10-11T23:06:50.295-07:00drama drama drama<span class="userContent">everything's got drama!<br /> shit, everything's difficult and complex!<br /> on every mind an evil twist<br /> and on every word a hidden wish...<span class="text_exposed_show"><br /> <br /> everything's got a story!<br /> everyone's got a plan.<br /> a side-plan slowly whispered, <br /> on a language i don't understand.<br /> <br /> they're like slick break-dancers,<br /> high on themselves and their fast moves,<br /> self-declared ethical bouncers,<br /> shaking hands with empty gloves.<br /> <br /> and then pointing fingers of harsh mistrust<br /> accuse me of slipping on dreams of lust!<br /> <br /> as if i could charge upon my sleep<br /> against these creatures of make-belief...<br /> <br /> mz</span></span>manuel zeemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15010435676405358386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7066037.post-31336499748554406782013-08-28T17:34:00.003-07:002013-08-28T17:50:34.750-07:00These moves of letting knowdriven full on things to speak out<br />
things to love without a doubt<br />
my heart grew bigger than my fists<br />
arms curved, gave me kind of a twist...<br />
<br />
i became unfit for what came next.<br />
<br />
not knowing who's listening or why<br />
upper-cuts on hold, standing by<br />
unleashed on the shade of an absent eye<br />
<br />
one after the other after the other...<br />
<br />
they have cracked my ribs, <br />
nearly pushed me aside…<br />
<br />
nearly.<br />
but not quite.<br />
<br />manuel zeemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15010435676405358386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7066037.post-29691583924778745322013-04-17T18:36:00.000-07:002013-04-17T19:21:53.119-07:00listening...constantly in awe, i observe these rhythms, trying to understand<br />
effortlessly, these strings of universe that care for no one yet binding us <br />
that appear and disappear, wishing our eyes open minds. <br />
<br />
constantly in awe i observe these rhythms, not trying to understand<br />
gentle things that come and go, give and take, hide and show<br />
mirrored expressions of one's soul, stronger than muscle, harder than bone.<br />
<br />
listening,<br />
constantly in awe,<br />
paired by these strings of things that come...<br />
these things that go.manuel zeemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15010435676405358386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7066037.post-31758027365445869722013-03-13T22:16:00.000-07:002013-08-28T17:38:46.170-07:00silence of yousilence of you,<br />
till when will you last <br />
i hope for this light,<br />
but night keeps us apart.<br />
<br />
sharp secrets sleep,<br />
blood pours from each dart<br />
be gone sweet talk,<br />
whispering slowly by dark.<br />
<br />
so i wish you could see,<br />
eyes that tear me apart<br />
that in the salt of your tears,<br />
runs the warmth of my heart.<br />
<br />
oh silence of you,<br />
long you will last<br />
i have hoped for this light,<br />
but night keeps us apart.
manuel zeemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15010435676405358386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7066037.post-15831153098281489892012-04-14T20:05:00.002-07:002013-08-28T17:39:38.249-07:00ouch!dreams will rough you up and the chase will bleed you dry,<br />
lone you up and put you down.<br />
<br />
and there's not much more i can say, unfortunately...<br />
for its not fortune that dictates my steps,<br />
it is hunger, thirst, and a blind love for whats yet to come.manuel zeemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15010435676405358386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7066037.post-41099247050289390262011-09-26T19:06:00.002-07:002013-08-28T17:39:52.287-07:00nightcapfinishing a night's cap<br />
of red and ashes on myself<br />
i drink some tunes and wonders<br />
of what happens now<br />
<br />
yes i still slowly wisper sure poems<br />
of slight fears on closing mornings<br />
of delusional hopes and waits<br />
of nothings to come...<br />
<br />
yes im finishing tonights cap,<br />
but what about tomorrow?<br />
<br />
will i still?manuel zeemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15010435676405358386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7066037.post-26494237830207489422011-07-09T06:44:00.000-07:002013-08-28T17:40:05.919-07:00daybreak reflectionswhispering daybreak, leaves of autumns to come, i'm as sure as you are<br />
of those things uncertain, of memories and hope, of trust and despair...<br />
of why and what and who, of things of here and there, of nowhere to be found.<br />
daybreak smooth lament, you know it just as well as i do.manuel zeemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15010435676405358386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7066037.post-53550392268572889192010-12-24T18:57:00.000-08:002010-12-25T15:42:21.601-08:00gostode viajar<br />dentro e fora<br />de cheirar o odor a vida que corre invisivel <br />pelos trilhos que decido tomar<br />dessa felicidade levitante <br />que e de olhar para os pes e ve-los poisados <br />consecutivamente<br />em sitios distantes de tudo reconhecivel<br />e do proximo passo <br />que noutras argilas os hao-de deixar.manuel zeemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15010435676405358386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7066037.post-10140684159912406002010-08-18T17:59:00.000-07:002013-08-28T17:40:23.121-07:00where?everywhere nightcrawlers and slick subterfuges...<br />
everywhere hungry for petty drops of personality...<br />
<br />
where is everything else to be found?manuel zeemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15010435676405358386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7066037.post-72663342648560225682010-08-11T17:44:00.000-07:002013-08-28T17:40:43.259-07:00who's whoreflexion is the ultimate refuge of identitymanuel zeemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15010435676405358386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7066037.post-21790432047023396102010-08-10T19:25:00.000-07:002013-08-28T17:41:03.305-07:00chasing clouds since 1977(if i had a label on me)manuel zeemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15010435676405358386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7066037.post-42362902530095347752010-08-10T19:18:00.000-07:002013-08-28T17:41:38.835-07:00the man who fights himself in order to actually betrips ocasionally on constelations of semi-forgoten dreams,<br />
on solid frames of wish-it-was's,<br />
so perfectly real, personal and achievable...<br />
that the stirs of oblivion appear before him as oponents of an almost poetic nature.manuel zeemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15010435676405358386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7066037.post-10881859461224576662010-08-10T19:04:00.001-07:002013-08-28T17:41:54.439-07:00truly wantingnot every one gets to truly want somethingmanuel zeemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15010435676405358386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7066037.post-57819477140517162492010-06-02T05:28:00.000-07:002013-08-28T17:42:04.625-07:00my religionthere is no action before action takes place by itself, <br />
a mind nurtured by a constant blood stream of wellness <br />
derived from a simple truth, omnipresent, <br />
as if something living beyond us <br />
supports our own beliefs though within ourselves. <br />
<br />
Cyclic as us, <br />
relying on a moment that is itself, <br />
unmesurable by time, <br />
we are all and everywhere. <br />
<br />
simple my religion on unanswerable questions, <br />
of everything possible, true and visible.manuel zeemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15010435676405358386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7066037.post-22598389114729526832010-05-25T17:37:00.000-07:002013-08-28T17:42:34.852-07:00as simple as thatmusic makes me dream.<br />
love makes me live.manuel zeemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15010435676405358386noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7066037.post-91851532797186803022010-05-20T18:08:00.000-07:002013-08-28T17:42:49.230-07:00butterfly sidekickmy mind burns and stirs, <br />
my blood lives by itself. <br />
<br />
fed on the salt of sweaty tears...<br />
my body has its will and everything else follows.<br />
<br />
i hurt out of nothing, <br />
fight for whats not mine, <br />
and dream of things long gone. <br />
<br />
this is me just as much as my own denial. <br />
its just me wanting to be me. <br />
plain and simple. <br />
oh yeah.manuel zeemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15010435676405358386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7066037.post-62569983065938051332010-03-10T15:20:00.000-08:002010-03-18T08:52:05.625-07:00emocoes em alvoroco dizes tu...nao serao elas unicas e governantes?<br />havera pulsar que nao o que vibra e incomoda e se sente<br />sem que por isso tenha de incomodar?<br />que outro viver havera que nao o que nos poe em marcha<br />e nos torce os bracos e acaricia de estalos e beijos sobejos de calor?<br /><br />o alvoroco...<br />a vida em alvoroco,<br />emocoes em alvoroco...<br /><br />em que outros modos haverao de existir?<br />eu certamente nao os conheco...manuel zeemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15010435676405358386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7066037.post-17167555482726388452010-03-06T08:27:00.001-08:002013-08-28T17:43:04.400-07:00big heartthis life's an avalanche <br />
wishes of wish it was <br />
feels as mine <br />
<br />
ecstasy's kick <br />
on a wild blood stream <br />
beggin to be set free <br />
<br />
blossoming eye lashes <br />
warm wakening morning <br />
memories, i wish it to be <br />
<br />
my heart's too big to explode <br />
it weighs inside of me <br />
and waits...manuel zeemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15010435676405358386noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7066037.post-23559768082470307022010-02-21T12:54:00.000-08:002013-08-28T17:43:23.676-07:00brave? what is to be brave?bravery is often mistaken with carelessness and ingenuity...<br />
to be brave is not to make a choice, but staying on the chosen path.manuel zeemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15010435676405358386noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7066037.post-39016901903745669302010-02-15T12:00:00.000-08:002010-02-15T16:41:12.933-08:00sabor a agua.ardenteamor e forte e duro e cruel, <br />e e quente, manso e faz brilhar... <br />sol na cara, sorriso aberto, doce de espirito, <br />pedrada no peito, raiva e dor de furia... <br /><br />amor es tu sou eu e todos os outros <br />que sangram e sonham e deixam-se sonhar...manuel zeemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15010435676405358386noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7066037.post-57525222567108967462010-02-08T18:39:00.000-08:002013-08-28T17:43:45.538-07:00about art Iart is a raw wool blanket, wich (un)confortably rescues us from the cold and ever-growing human stupidity.<br />
<br />
sometimes the artist is the stupid.manuel zeemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15010435676405358386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7066037.post-79766646294927318892010-02-08T18:33:00.000-08:002013-08-28T17:44:06.707-07:00about art IIart and love are the only possible truly honest forms of existence.manuel zeemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15010435676405358386noreply@blogger.com1