a milésima janela.
there is no such thing in life as normal.
18 setembro 2021
21 novembro 2019
per feição.
dizem que a perfeição não existe,
em vez de corroborar, talvez hesite,
talvez corresponda meramente a instantes,
e, neste caso, foram tantos,
dando azo a sonhos a mais,
e a tantos outros ais,
fiquei dentro de um museu teu, mesmo depois de fecharem as portas,
e revejo e revisito todas as obras, retratando agora naturezas mortas,
e mesmo despojado de trunfos, fecho-me em copas,
à procura de ouros e tesouros sem vento nas popas.
(que sorriso, foda-se.
ou como a felicidade nos atinge numa sexta-feira de Agosto
como um raio de sol irrepetível
18/08/2017 - 16:12)
ou como a felicidade nos atinge numa sexta-feira de Agosto
como um raio de sol irrepetível
18/08/2017 - 16:12)
18 novembro 2019
17 novembro 2019
last lap.
that was our last lap,
you ran out of fuel for me.
i'm the point in the middle of nowhere on the map,
surrounded by all the debris.
you ran out of fuel for me.
i'm the point in the middle of nowhere on the map,
surrounded by all the debris.
11 novembro 2019
a poem for Leonard.
This is not a walk in the park,
This is a walk in the dark,
This is the story of a guy roaming random streets
With his soul torned to bits
And of course he sees the sights
But he also cries the sighs
If you see him walking by, say hi
Everything is so out of range
He'll accept some care even if your face is strange
At the dead end of each street
He faces her face,
Regardless of his walking pace
And his tears come easy,
Like for every man in need of care
As everyone labeled spare, and he's tired
He doesn't know the boardwalks,
Not even the direction,
Just like he doesn't know anymore what is affection
I wrote this imagining Cohen's metric
Because it's so poetic,
I hope I don't look pathetic
But I have so much inside I can't neglect it.
This is a walk in the dark,
This is the story of a guy roaming random streets
With his soul torned to bits
And of course he sees the sights
But he also cries the sighs
If you see him walking by, say hi
Everything is so out of range
He'll accept some care even if your face is strange
At the dead end of each street
He faces her face,
Regardless of his walking pace
And his tears come easy,
Like for every man in need of care
As everyone labeled spare, and he's tired
He doesn't know the boardwalks,
Not even the direction,
Just like he doesn't know anymore what is affection
I wrote this imagining Cohen's metric
Because it's so poetic,
I hope I don't look pathetic
But I have so much inside I can't neglect it.
08/11/2019
25 outubro 2019
everything is so full of you.
Everything is so full of you
No matter which street I take
Or how hard I fake
Everything is so full of you
Everything is so full of you
No matter what day it is
Or if just mind my own biz
Everything is so full of you
Everything is so full of you
I think about you every hour
And I seem to lose all my power
Because everything is so empty of you
No matter which street I take
Or how hard I fake
Everything is so full of you
Everything is so full of you
No matter what day it is
Or if just mind my own biz
Everything is so full of you
Everything is so full of you
I think about you every hour
And I seem to lose all my power
Because everything is so empty of you
04/10/2019
22 outubro 2019
18 outubro 2019
10 outubro 2019
no horizons.
I wake up to no horizons
Like all my views have been destroyed
Like we've been hit by some asteroid
Like my nightmares are on steroids
Since you left the sky turned gray,
Like it didn't want us to go astray
Like it wanted us to find a way
Like my dreams would still prevail
You just showed up in my sleep
And you whispered "They made it rain"
Like you were sad because I weep
Like you didn’t want it to be this steep
No words will help for now,
Like we did not know each other
Like everything else spoke louder
Like there’s no magic powder
Like all my views have been destroyed
Like we've been hit by some asteroid
Like my nightmares are on steroids
Since you left the sky turned gray,
Like it didn't want us to go astray
Like it wanted us to find a way
Like my dreams would still prevail
You just showed up in my sleep
And you whispered "They made it rain"
Like you were sad because I weep
Like you didn’t want it to be this steep
No words will help for now,
Like we did not know each other
Like everything else spoke louder
Like there’s no magic powder
20/09/2019
09 outubro 2019
Anos-luz
ontem vieram-me à cabeça aquelas teclas arrepiantes dos The National, e lembrei-me que, tal como pensei naquele momento, naquele anfiteatro, já estavas a anos-luz de mim.
08 outubro 2019
boxista a ver as horas.
às vezes não estamos à espera,
como um boxista distraído a olhar para a hora,
sem imaginar que o chão vai embora.
às vezes ficamos mais baralhados que o vento,
que não dá tréguas e em breve nos levará o alento.
tamanho vento que até o largo perde a graça,
e, de imediato, ficamos diminuído face aos sorrisos na face de quem passa.
não saímos de casa para uma coisa destas,
mas ainda bem que já voltámos, ainda que com as pernas pouco lestas.
o paradeiro das ideias é incerto,
mas, ao menos, o corpo pode encolher-se sem pejo,
sem ninguém por perto que lhe crave um beijo.
como um boxista distraído a olhar para a hora,
beijando o tapete inconscientemente, à nora.
16 setembro 2013
All my dreaming torn in kisses.
hoje sonhei abusadamente contigo. e, meses após a última vez, falaste remotamente para mim.
preciso de uma nova palavra, porque dizem que as coincidências não existem.
preciso fechar os olhos e sonhar com outra coisa qualquer.
preciso de uma nova palavra, porque dizem que as coincidências não existem.
preciso fechar os olhos e sonhar com outra coisa qualquer.
24 junho 2013
i'm waiting for you, for i'm broken down.
«Tens um brilho no olhar sempre que olhas para a rapariga, e a tua aura muda completamente. Apesar das merdas, parecias feliz, como há muito não te via... Portanto, luta por isso.»
quem me dera ter armas para isso...
19 junho 2013
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