sábado, 12 de agosto de 2017

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mira mas que primitivo
primatas intuitivos
vivendo no imperativo
moedas como motivo

virou desapiedado
se esquece de olhar para o lado
ocupa-se autocentrado
pra valorizar "pecado"

aquele se diz racional
no espelho se vê imoral
vê tudo como carnaval
infelicidade é banal

algum ainda se encontra vivo
nas sombras encontra ouvido
parado por qual motivo?
até estagnar como verbo
consegue ser transitivo

quinta-feira, 27 de julho de 2017

Um inVerso

tudo aquilo que é impuro
só precisa de refino
corpo adulto, mente criança
na alma menino

sorrio na rua
ando em cima de um meio fio
olho pra lua
bobagens as quais aprecio

nunca posso dizer estar só
levo no peito algo maior
carrego a certeza sempre comigo
que feliz serei de verdade
se olhar pra fora do umbigo

enquanto mergulho dentro de mim
os carros passam na rua lá fora
o mundo não espera, sempre foi assim
não mudará simplesmente agora

exploro esquemas de rima
nem sei dos quais mais me gosta
lembro o sorriso de menina
do que vem la dentro se o lábio se encosta

puxo do lado o violão
dedilho notas sem sentido
se não consigo ouvir o coração
nada em vida se mostra sentido

já fui chamado de louco,
insano e hoje me dizem correto
loucura pra mim é pouco
não cabe dentro de um alfabeto

segunda-feira, 17 de julho de 2017

Senhor de mim

me pego
espionando ao futuro
vezes próximo e claro
outras longe obscuro

angustia
vejo o pior a se arquitetar
imagens grotescas
na mente a passar

a morte me presumira
dia pós dia me perderia
a cada passo me odiaria
vejo-me sempre a sofrer
pelo negativo que tendo a prever

até que chega a esquina e respiro
acaba o dia e ainda senhoreio-me
gira o mundo ao redor de sorrisos

o alivio então chega
traz consigo a certeza
de que mais um segundo
ainda seguro
me traz a beleza

expectativa negativa X realidade vivida
nem tudo que vives é o que te limita
afinal se assim fosse
sem graça e surpresa
qual era a graça da vida?

quarta-feira, 12 de julho de 2017

Take 2

years have passed
minds have changed
values are now shown to be firmly executed

the time when nothing mattered is gone
despite the experiences I lived
only now I feel really alive

years that are still to come
a different point of view now to be taken
can come out now that the shell is broken

life shapes us in ways we do not expect
sometimes smoothly,
sometimes with disrespect

no reason to rhyme
just take out the feelings
regurgitate emotions
bleed out before I...

reform on the inside
the true meaning of life?
I'll let you know as soon as i find

no difference on the outside
but now I can understand it ain't what it counts

terça-feira, 30 de outubro de 2012

Another (simple?!) Night

I'm the first one to wake up
look around, two sleeping bodies
are quite moveless around me
just a few spasmsand a regular deep breath

That scene is so familiar
again I see that hangover face
on my semi-awake and their sleeping faces

the sun is coming in the room for hours now
but nothing seem to uncomfort them
not even my moves around the room
those which actually moves them a bit

a few sounds try to permeate the window
some make it throgh the foggy atmosphere
and finally reach my ears, but I can't recognise them
for being cutted and blent
with that regular, loud, but calming fan noise

the memories from last night
are all spread in the empy cans
roaches and ashtrays around us

the options to to drink are a few:
between them, the hot soda sitting outside the fridge since yesterday
on a close to 30º seems to be the best choice...

better at least than the two already open beer cans,
with or without ashes

nicotin in the otherhand is everywhere
only where I can see there are four closed packages of cigarretes
making me think that in the room are at least 10 of them
besides a fresh open handrolling tobacco which seems to call my name

regrets could be a good choice
I smile instead and put more grass into the pipe

surely this will be another good night
we'll still remember drinking a beer
and laugh the shit out of ourselves

quinta-feira, 30 de agosto de 2012

old thinkings, new madness

It's funny as we grow old
our perceptions 'bout the world
being changed

talking to someone younger
thinking about what I did considered right some years ago
now doing stuff I never tough I would
acting like I never tough I should

the perception of someone who is that age
the age I was some years ago
is now judging me for these attitudes

oh what a negatory
judgement so mandatory
self perception obligatory

the life doesn't mean the same anymore
now there's expectation
even expectators

feels like degenerating
into something that is melting
floating thru numbness
...

Could this be my madness?

domingo, 12 de agosto de 2012

Big or Small for us to relevate?

Back to the same
same friends
same stuff

everything it's back to the usual
the discussions are over now
the troubles seem so small
all that counts is our friendship
once again

if the memories were stronger could be different
but still we relevate for our moment

could we forget everything
just to be happy with ourselves once again?

for a few days that doubt came to me
but thanks for you to be
so good friends and still believe
on intentions which are free

(for those who were present at august, the 12th, 2012)