One day I found my Joy. Stammering and weeping I asked him where have you been? Ha, he said. I was going to ask you that Sarah Slean, One Day (imagem: Blowing Butterflies, Sarah Slean)
not-yet-lover
not-yet-lover. how you hang in perfection. a knight a white flower an unlying lip upon lip. at an hour past grace i am thinking on the plot of our delicious fiction, a future, ridiculous... our maybe, divine. you're a vessel i fill greedily, the wild tale i tell myself before you are human. be not … Continue reading not-yet-lover
Abecedarian – fragmentos
B - what you reach for is already there, in your hand, you may think we are birds condemned to the land, but somewhere eternal, beyond feeble sight. the gravity creature is always in flight. F - follow me follow me follow me follow me today is the fountain from which you must feed forget … Continue reading Abecedarian – fragmentos
1.000
I will not love you for your grey and your blue when I have already loved one thousand like you (and my ears are full of such idle haughty words) I will not chase you down the road when it leads only to time wasted when your feet are not hasting in my direction (and … Continue reading 1.000
pavão
passa por mim com tinta e carvão no algodão que nos cobre ao nos descobrirmos tu e eu passa por mim com palavras cantadas pelos teus dedos nos dias em que o veludo é tudo o que não tenho passa por mim mesmo que venhas só de passagem mesmo com a tua plumagem escarlate e … Continue reading pavão
mais-que-perfeito
peças pequenas estilhaços bocados de mim aos pedaços só te quero pelo que tens que é meu ou ainda serei e apenas sou quando não te sei
oh mercy loosen the vice
Hold me close and tell me what the world is like I don't want to look outside I want to depend on your eyes and your lips I don't want to feel anything but your hand. Leonard Cohen
the other side
On a misty battle field My opponent holds a shield Tall and wide so I can’t see What is fancy what is real He lures me near then strikes me down I should leave him there but I’m lost in his sound Is he confused, lonesome, afraid Or cold, unmoved, with nothing to say I … Continue reading the other side
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how can you not when you do give in to what you thought wasn't there when it is dare.
lullaby
shut your ears to the screaming silence of the night let your eyes give in to all the weight in your soul and sleep. dream as if you had never woken up.
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