Parece lenta por ser imensa a torrente que passa pela ampulheta. Devia entupir ou emitir sinal de alarme ao ver passar versos repetidos ou rimas pirosas. Ouve a areia, diz ela, não queres a tua âmbola cheia de poemas menores.
ampulheta
fio fantasma
Sinto o mundo passar à frente e o passo dos meus pés presos com o peso de tempo soldado. Sempre me vi entre as palavras mas talvez as tenha tomado por certas. Devia estudar-lhes os vestidos E deitar fora os…
The Visitors
It wasn't like this before. We were never modern or trendy only feeding off old glories of dead sailors and football stars. So we liked having you here: the wealthy relatives who never held us in any regard. But now…
Seeds
The eyes In my mind See all the skies I've crossed Since they were left behind Can you see All the seeds you left Inside me How they grow Do you know It is all you I am turning into.
in reality
in reality music is more fitting for the measures of this heart but I cannot play all the keys it wants to say so I let it start with these silent songs
primordial
It breathes ancient, this thing. It stirs and it rings and pours out of my skin. There's a tempest within. I should hold down the lid but can't sail this ship while lost drunk on longing. The sails rip at…
Bag Lady
Too many bags with too much baggage back from when your heart was savage and oblivious. A bag of lights A bag of doubts An empty bag on where to shout. The bag of tricks you've since collected - their…
