#60
60 segundos para nascer
60 minutos para morrer
60 gramas para ingerir
de sonho, guerra e aflição
e a prosperidade, na verdade
te espreita fria nos quadros
da televisão ...
29-11-84
Apr 28
Apr 28, 2026 at 10:25 AM UTC
*
For every
minute
you are angry,
you lose
60 seconds
of happiness.
*
Feb 22, 2020
Feb 22, 2020 at 10:28 AM UTC
_Breathe_
In
Out
You'll be okay
-
In
Out
Feeling fine
-
In
Out
Yes, I'm happy
-
In
Out
I'm not suicidal
-
In Out
We're not going faster
-
In Out
Not cutting myself tonight
-
In Out
Don't be anxious
-
Inout
Get away that knife
-
Out
Never in
May 15, 2019
May 15, 2019 at 6:28 AM UTC
Stricken-down, struggling and stranded,
Dealt a hand that was quite underhanded.
I am done with never settling down,
Always having to run –
I am standing my ground stubbornly,
I am a storm of sounds,
Discourteously curmudgeonly.
I will not accept defeat -
I feel naught except the beat,
The rhythm, the flow, the show –
The hurt dissipates as I let go.
On these two feet,
I fight the finite, finicky, fraudulent conmen of deceit.
It’ll serve you right when you get roasted by the roaring heat,
When mother death cometh with hungry babes at her ****
Stranded or at ease, it doesn’t matter,
Landed like a breeze, serving poetry on a platter.
I’ve been feeling like my time is really up,
Like there’s the ceiling and all I can do is get numb.
That, or just ******* wander off and die;
Just like that, with no explanation as to how or why.
I can’t go on like this, I can’t blow off life’s bliss.
Thing is, if I knew I was going to die and live on somewhere else,
I can’t even think of what I’d actually miss.
Jan 21, 2019
Jan 21, 2019 at 3:37 PM UTC