Ménage à trois. ou entao... quatre.
Hoje dormi com três mulheres:
A renite, a faringite e a febre.
De manhã quando acordei e vi que ainda lá estavam,
Fiz-me a um gajo, o antibiótico,
Para ver se percebiam que eu não queria nada com elas.
Thursday, February 22, 2007
Monday, February 19, 2007
Friday, February 02, 2007
Hoje,
Gostava de ter aquela sensação de quando me encho de alegria
E me sinto uma criança...
Tão criança, tão inocente, que nem me apercebo do quão feliz estou.
Passar as mãos velozes na água do mar
E ver os pontos a brilhar. Na pele.
Pelos calções de banho. Na areia.
Pequenos reflexos de uma minúscula lua.
E a água do mar sabe-me bem.
Tenho frio mas não dou conta.
Tenho saudades.
Quero sentir o ar a correr-me pela cara
Arrefecer-me as orelhas e agitar as raízes do meu cabelo.
Sentir que a madeira tem magia.
E sentir frio nos dentes. O frio da manhã em que fui feliz.
Gostava de ter aquela sensação de quando me encho de alegria
E me sinto uma criança...
Tão criança, tão inocente, que nem me apercebo do quão feliz estou.
Passar as mãos velozes na água do mar
E ver os pontos a brilhar. Na pele.
Pelos calções de banho. Na areia.
Pequenos reflexos de uma minúscula lua.
E a água do mar sabe-me bem.
Tenho frio mas não dou conta.
Tenho saudades.
Quero sentir o ar a correr-me pela cara
Arrefecer-me as orelhas e agitar as raízes do meu cabelo.
Sentir que a madeira tem magia.
E sentir frio nos dentes. O frio da manhã em que fui feliz.
Thursday, February 01, 2007
TO A DEAD. ONE.
"I find you with red tears in your eyes"
And:
You're dead till you raise your arm.
You're dead till you blink your eyes.
You're dead till your heart. Beats. And beats. Again
Near me.
So dead.
Away from me.
My heart loves.
In that sense. It loves.
Every day I dream this mortgage.
You. Lying. And frozen. And white.
So damn beautifully. Pale.
And it's just to take a sneak. Peek. To visit. You.
Every. Fucking. Day.
It's hard dealing with drugs. With you.
Know what?
I love you so. I loved you. So.
That I'm glad you're not breathing.
Because we were love.
I was slave.
You were blind.
And so you hate me.
You ate me. Good.
So. Good.
How do I taste.
You stupid. Silly. Childish.
Immature. Dim-witted. But. Still. Growing one?
Sorry the dots. Where they make no sense.
They are what rests. Like you. Rest. In me.
They are what rests. Of you. In me.
And so I know I'll have to write............. A lot............ More.
Look.These ones: ... are yours.
"I find you with red tears in your eyes"
And:
You're dead till you raise your arm.
You're dead till you blink your eyes.
You're dead till your heart. Beats. And beats. Again
Near me.
So dead.
Away from me.
My heart loves.
In that sense. It loves.
Every day I dream this mortgage.
You. Lying. And frozen. And white.
So damn beautifully. Pale.
And it's just to take a sneak. Peek. To visit. You.
Every. Fucking. Day.
It's hard dealing with drugs. With you.
Know what?
I love you so. I loved you. So.
That I'm glad you're not breathing.
Because we were love.
I was slave.
You were blind.
And so you hate me.
You ate me. Good.
So. Good.
How do I taste.
You stupid. Silly. Childish.
Immature. Dim-witted. But. Still. Growing one?
Sorry the dots. Where they make no sense.
They are what rests. Like you. Rest. In me.
They are what rests. Of you. In me.
And so I know I'll have to write............. A lot............ More.
Look.These ones: ... are yours.
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