i never would've thought that seeing again those eyes that
i already
adore,
the heart would weep a little
and would languish,
and the stomach would rub its walls stressed that
the hands were shaking too.

there. thats how everything fleed inside my body,
like there's a competition between organs:
which one will break down first.
the lungs, they can not breathe anymore,
the brain, going into "freeze" mode,
the legs, suddenly not having any bones,
but a sort of gelatine that rather flows,
and flows,
and these eyes that want to wash my cheeks,
my sins.

*I think,
still,
that mum was right
when she said
that love is nothing but
chemistry and hormones...

Hormones raging,
heart racing,
I raise my hands,
And she's screaming,crying,

Why, baby, why do i like it,
Please tell, i'm not an addict,
Cuz' if i am who's gonna cure it,
When you are dead, forget it.

So she started stabbing,
Stab, stab, stab and jabbing,
I started shouting,chanting and providing:

*"baby keep finding, for someone worth fighting, fighting for the person that's worth loving, loving will only start by believing, i love you baby but now i'm leaving, for your good baby, i'm bleeding, I'm fading, bye baby, love you more than everything, and anything."

Don't tell me
your sad too.

It hurts
Too much

I want you to be happy
I need you to be

If your sad too
I don't know how to go on

And I want you to continue
in life

While I stay
Here

In the
darkness.

Memories of
Broken things and
Past dreams of
Soap and seams,

And all of it seems
To teem with
A neutral shade of
Green

As I sat and
Plucked and preened
Someone, somewhere,
Started to sing,

With the most
Wonderful voice
Almost as if they
Hadn’t a choice…

Os odores retorcidos da pele
Perdem-se na ambiguidade
Das gônadas
Do meu pensamento

Respiro a mim mesmo
E regozijo da auto-hipnose
Cuidadosamente elaborada pela metade da última década

Olho-me no espelho e desejo ser Deus
Estóico
A observar o escorrer da tarde

Mas quando o suor frio me desperta
Sinto o calor que transforma percorrer minhas entranhas
Eu sou homem, sou mulher
Sou nada e sou o mundo.

Ser Deus não tem a mínima graça.

She draws closely.
Her nostrils flare; she senses me.
Too late to evade,
She's on the prowl, hunting me.

I convey a little interest,
and then a little lie,
in hopes to divert her current opinion;
to convince her of some other project to drink from.

While conversing, she made two good points before
and for a time, I did adore
her night-life sins,
like the antithesis
of her pale white skin.

One part yang, the other part yin.
Her total package perfectly zen.