convite da minha amiga Hollow, para encetar textos cruzados. prontamente aceite. cruzar ideias, vocábulos e tudo o resto que surgir.
eis a primeira criação.
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m.n.d: she asked me how could i defy such a rebellious sea without any kind of protection. i said that i knew no waves could kill me no more. some calendars ago, i would rather be swollen by a refreshing wave than wait alone on the sand.
but now, i confessed to her that i'd rather die of boredom than be washed away by some wave that would disappear quicker than a fly gets away from your sleep hand.
h: but my sleepy hand had no flies to fly away. only a shore. safe. outside the cubes humankind forced on us to work, sleep and eat. outside the concrete humankind made for us as a heart. i could break your shell so you could hear the real sea without fears. and fight it with clear eyes.
m.n.d.: my clear eyes always proved too fragile for such salty giants. some shores ago i'd rather have my trusty eyes blood red than protect them with a corporate lens. but now, i don't even look at the waves no more.
h: the waves no more the same, also, since you set off your eyes to gaze the nothing. let giants kill each other until the end, that seems always so close. vultures eventually die. i defy their look into my flesh wounds with a smile upon my lips.
m.n.d.: the smile upon my lips is nothing more than a memoir. it's so valuable that no one can reach it no more. daily smiles are like the coins on my wallet. coming and going like a commercial gesture, that has no value for me. next time i smile, i will record it, for me to remember afterwards. i will. if it ever happens again.
h: if it happens again, i will hold it. but it must be pure. nothing looks pure anymore and i desire it as oxygen. i need to breathe it deeply. surrender my life. help me.
m.n.d.: help me she said. her skin lying like a magic carpet, pumping the pure and fresh air that i thought only fossils would contain. the only way i could help would be to show you the fossil of my own heart. dry, scarred. just to let you know that veins held pure blood at certain time and date. now the fossil no even reads R.I.P.
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eis a primeira criação.
"
m.n.d: she asked me how could i defy such a rebellious sea without any kind of protection. i said that i knew no waves could kill me no more. some calendars ago, i would rather be swollen by a refreshing wave than wait alone on the sand.
but now, i confessed to her that i'd rather die of boredom than be washed away by some wave that would disappear quicker than a fly gets away from your sleep hand.
h: but my sleepy hand had no flies to fly away. only a shore. safe. outside the cubes humankind forced on us to work, sleep and eat. outside the concrete humankind made for us as a heart. i could break your shell so you could hear the real sea without fears. and fight it with clear eyes.
m.n.d.: my clear eyes always proved too fragile for such salty giants. some shores ago i'd rather have my trusty eyes blood red than protect them with a corporate lens. but now, i don't even look at the waves no more.
h: the waves no more the same, also, since you set off your eyes to gaze the nothing. let giants kill each other until the end, that seems always so close. vultures eventually die. i defy their look into my flesh wounds with a smile upon my lips.
m.n.d.: the smile upon my lips is nothing more than a memoir. it's so valuable that no one can reach it no more. daily smiles are like the coins on my wallet. coming and going like a commercial gesture, that has no value for me. next time i smile, i will record it, for me to remember afterwards. i will. if it ever happens again.
h: if it happens again, i will hold it. but it must be pure. nothing looks pure anymore and i desire it as oxygen. i need to breathe it deeply. surrender my life. help me.
m.n.d.: help me she said. her skin lying like a magic carpet, pumping the pure and fresh air that i thought only fossils would contain. the only way i could help would be to show you the fossil of my own heart. dry, scarred. just to let you know that veins held pure blood at certain time and date. now the fossil no even reads R.I.P.
"
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