Monday, June 01, 2020

Emptiness

Now I'm ready to close my eyes
And now I'm ready to close my mind
And now I'm ready to feel your hand
And lose my heart on the burning sands

Sisyphus, the hubristic


Recomeça...
Se puderes
Sem angústia
E sem pressa.
E os passos que deres,
Nesse caminho duro
Do futuro
Dá-os em liberdade.
Enquanto não alcances
Não descanses.
De nenhum fruto queiras só metade.

E, nunca saciado,
Vai colhendo ilusões sucessivas no pomar.
Sempre a sonhar e vendo
O logro da aventura.
És Homem, não te esqueças!
Só é tua a loucura
Onde, com lucidez, te reconheças...


Sunday, May 31, 2020

Inner dialog II

Não esqueço.



Depois vêm cansaços e o corpo fraqueja
olha-se para dentro e já pouco sobeja
pede-se o descanso por curto que seja
apagam-se dúvidas num mar de cerveja
e vem-nos à memória uma frase batida
hoje é o primeiro dia do resto da tua vida



Saturday, May 30, 2020

Every Day is like Sunday.




Thursday, May 28, 2020

Inner dialog

"- It hurts.
- Good. That's the least you should go through. You've hurt others so much more. This is nothing. Nada. Zero. Niente. Nicles. Nothing will ever compare, so bend, kneel, scratch, suffer, but for once stay put, say nothing, bite your tongue, hang your insanity. You went away, you chose to be blind, accept the links are cut.  

Silence is your suffering. Not knowing your burden. Misery your destiny. May something bright and worthy be built from the ashes you chose to become. Remain invisible, not even a shadow, so the ones you've hurt may shine. It's time for you to ruckle rather than uselessly linger."


“Ubuntu: How can one of us be happy if all the other ones aren’t?”




Tuesday, May 26, 2020

I wish

I wish that I was born a thousand years ago
I wish that I'd sailed the darkened seas
On a great big clipper ship
Going from this land here to that
On a sailor's suit and cap



No more touch. No more feel. No more see. No more link. No more.


No more.


Just wish you could know how i will never forget you. But have to let you go.


No more "I wish".


Monday, May 25, 2020

Goodbye II

Turn the ugly light off god
Wanna feel the night
Everyday it shines down on me
Don't you think that i see
Don't you think that i see what it's all about
Hard to look the other way
While the world passes me by
And everyone is trying to bum me out

It's a pretty big world god
And i am awful small
Everyday they rain down on me
Flower in a hailstorm
Flower in a hailstorm
I'm living for the drought
I could throw it back at them
But then i play their game
Everyone is trying to bum me out

When i came into this world they slapped me
And everyday since then i'm slapped again
Tomorrow's king: an unsightly coward
You see, i know i'm gonna win

Turn the ugly light off god
Don't wanna see my face
Everyday it will betray me
Don't you think that i know
Don't you think that i know
What they're talking about
If they step on me tonight
They're gonna pay someday
Everyone is trying to bum me out


Sunday, May 24, 2020

Assim se passou a ausência

Esperar ou vir esperar querer ou vir querer-te
vou perdendo a noção desta subtileza.
Aqui chegado até eu venho ver se me apareço
e o fato com que virei preocupa-me, pois chove miudinho

Muita vez vim esperar-te e não houve chegada
De outras, esperei-me eu e não apareci
embora bem procurado entre os mais que passavam.
Se algum de nós vier hoje é já bastante
como comboio e como subtileza
Que dê o nome e espere. Talvez apareça

Burnin' in my veins



Like a madman laughing at the rain

Les grands jets d'eau sveltes parmi les marbres.

um incessante murmurar de um ribeiro feito de lágrimas. pudera fossem de felicidade. submeter-me ao silêncio é quase tão doloroso como sentir a ausência.


Monday, May 18, 2020

Which way did we come in?

I’ve lost my sense of direction.

Darkside from A. on Vimeo.


Kindness did not save the world.


Thursday, May 14, 2020

I can't do what ten people tell me to do


So I guess I'll remain the same.


Sunday, May 10, 2020

Anseio

“Au déboulé garçon pointe ton numéro
Pour gagner ainsi le salaire
D’un morne jour utilitaire
Métro, boulot, bistro, mégots, dodo, zéro”


Friday, May 08, 2020

Forever

Some dreams test us,
some stories connect us,
some moments change us,
some choices stay with us... Forever


Sunday, April 26, 2020

25 de Abril

Adeus lubeiriña triste
de espaldas te vou mirando
non sei que me queda dentro
que me despido chorando


Saturday, April 18, 2020




Tuesday, April 14, 2020

Oh Lord, Lord, Lord, my prayer flies

like a word on a wing Does my prayer fit in with your scheme of things?


Saturday, April 11, 2020

Adieu

We witness and try to alleviate others’ suffering, but sometimes it just outdoes itself and we are left gasping, groaning. 


Tuesday, March 31, 2020

Lancinante

Piercing realization.


Wednesday, February 12, 2020

I don't know why

I am not an impulsive person




Tuesday, February 11, 2020

I wish I had stayed




Monday, February 03, 2020

Circo de Feras

She was heartache from the moment that you met her.
My heart is frozen still




Friday, January 31, 2020

I’m never alone

I am alone all the time





Wednesday, January 29, 2020

Except, I do care that it hurts.




And still, it does feel like i am a Creep. Those are the facts.


Monday, January 13, 2020

But you crawled beneath my veins




Saturday, January 11, 2020

Hope




Sunday, November 10, 2019

E partiu

Sem me dizer o nome
Levando-me o perfume
De tantas noites mais

Domingo sabe de cor




Thursday, November 07, 2019

Art saves


Losing, no matter what cards are drawn.


Over futile odds

And laughed at by the gods

And now the final frame

Love is a losing game





Wednesday, November 06, 2019

Sadness

"(...)

No dia seguinte,logo de manhã, o rapaz foi ao seu jardim e colheu uma rosa encarnada muito perfumada.Foi para a praia e procurou o lugar da véspera.

-Bom dia, bom dia, bom dia - disseram a Menina, o polvo, o caranguejo e o peixe.

-Bom dia - disse o rapaz.E ajoelhou-se na água, em frente da Menina do Mar.

-Trago-te aqui uma flor da terra -disse; chama-se rosa.

É linda,é linda- disse a Menina do Mar,dando palmas de alegria e correndo e saltando em roda da rosa.

-Respira o seu cheiro para veres como é perfumada.

A Menina pôs a cabeça dentro do cálice da rosa e respirou longamente.

Depois levantou a cabeça e disse suspirando:

-É um perfume maravilhoso.No mar não há perfume assim.Mas estou tonta e um bocadinho triste.As coisas da terra são esquesitas.São diferentes das coisas do mar.No mar há monstros e perigos, mas as coisas bonitas são alegres.Na terra há tristeza dentro das coisas bonitas.

-Isso é por causa da saudade- disse o rapaz.

-Mas o que é a saudade?- perguntou a Menina do Mar.

-A saudade é a tristeza que fica em nós quando as coisas de que gostamos se vão embora.(...)"



Monday, November 04, 2019

Mind is a razor blade


divine scent



Monday, October 21, 2019

A hora do lobo

La luna llena sobre parís
ha transformado en hombre a Dennis.


Wednesday, October 02, 2019

O Sol inteiro caiu entre os montes

Até que te vi num castelo de areia
Cantavas: "Sou gaivota e fui sereia"
Ri-me de ti: "Então porque não voas?"
E então tu olhaste
Depois sorriste
Abriste a janela e voaste





Wednesday, September 25, 2019

Like Pops always told me to

But I still carry the weight like I've always done before




Sunday, September 15, 2019

Why do you sing with me at all?






Wednesday, September 04, 2019

I'm just looking for one divine hammer

Love will tear us apart


Sunday, September 01, 2019

Que o meu tormento

Leve me torne sempre a terra dura.


Saturday, August 31, 2019

As ondas do mar levar-me-ão de um trago só

«Quando morrer voltarei para buscar
Os instantes que não vivi junto do mar»


Tuesday, August 20, 2019

Will I be remembered?

I lost myself


Monday, July 29, 2019

Adorava estar in

Mas estou-me a sentir out




Wednesday, July 17, 2019

All hopeless fantasies are making fools of me




Tuesday, July 16, 2019

Consider me a satellite forever orbiting




Monday, July 15, 2019

more fit for gills than lungs

“to love life, to love it even
when you have no stomach for it
and everything you've held dear
crumbles like burnt paper in your hands,
your throat filled with the silt of it.
When grief sits with you, its tropical heat
thickening the air, heavy as water
more fit for gills than lungs;
when grief weights you like your own flesh
only more of it, an obesity of grief,
you think, How can a body withstand this?
Then you hold life like a face
between your palms, a plain face,
no charming smile, no violet eyes,
and you say, yes, I will take you
I will love you, again.”

Choking on the vitamin tablet

The doctor gave in the hope of saving me


Sunday, July 14, 2019

Pink moon

gonna get ye all


Saturday, July 13, 2019

Just a freak.



An idiot.

Go for TLI

The brim of my hat hides the eye of a beast  
I've the face of a sinner but the hands of a priest 
Oh you'll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet 
 While there's a moon over bourbon street

Memories




Friday, July 12, 2019

Love is blind

My hands are tied
My body bruised