sabor a agua.ardente

amor e forte e duro e cruel,
e e quente, manso e faz brilhar...
sol na cara, sorriso aberto, doce de espirito,
pedrada no peito, raiva e dor de furia...

amor es tu sou eu e todos os outros
que sangram e sonham e deixam-se sonhar...

about art I

art is a raw wool blanket, wich (un)confortably rescues us from the cold and ever-growing human stupidity.

sometimes the artist is the stupid.

about art II

art and love are the only possible truly honest forms of existence.

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a falta de humanidade na humanidade preocupa-me seriamente...

today's analogy

life is a blazing hot cup of coffee
life has a cookie on one side and a sour chocolate on the other
life comes with a small spoon (those you handle with finger tips)

on a sparkling white porcelain cup...

easily spoiled by the stains of regretted choices