Release

The Old Way,

the same way,

Another day,

predictable

decay.

Stiff muscles

stubborn brain,

neverending pain.

Say once again

- what I already know

maybe not in vain

if you achieve your goal.

Why can't let it go?

Scars won't close,

your true self will show.

Death is coming,

certain but slow.

Someone help me,

get us out of here.

My eyes cannot see,

my ears cannot hear.

Touch me then

and release me

from my fears,

from the Spell

- so I can finally

move.

Trapped

The cold chains of fears,

tight ropes and hopes.

The ghost pain draws near,

doubt on faith stomps.

Fixations so dangerous,

for they betray the heart.

Blind pride so venomous 

can break the soul apart.

Right is just one direction,

not a position or a place;

for when it turns obsession,

Left is an objection to face.

Art_fictional

Walking through empty streets

the dull landscape fades

from ether to concrete:

the city is being built

- the world constructs itself,

the codes are loaded,

the parameters are set,

the rules are stablished,

the goals are defined,

the stage is unveiled,

the plot is revealed,

the roles are given -

skyscrapers appear

in clusters of tall jaggy lines,

frames of programed void,

- artificial

intelligence,

- virtual

reality,

a believable

lie.

Saudade

É aquele vento

que balançava seus cabelos

e de vez em quando

vem frio de madrugada

desmanchar os meus pêlos,

tomar-me o direito ao sono,

roubar o calor do sangue,

desestabilizar os ossos,

sufocar os alvéolos,

embriagar os neurônios.

Saudade é idéia que não morre,

a imagem torta pintada

nas paredes invisíveis da confusão.

Saudar sem saúde

a eloquência esquizofrênica

de um sonho senil.

Saudade

é um sorriso

vencido.

The Last Embrace

Edvard Munch - Amor e dor (Love and Pain ou The Vampire)

 

Before you devour me,

before hunger and anger

consume

any trace of sanity,

before the frenzy

- the blood-driven trance,

before you sink your teeth

in my corrupted flesh,

before you dismember me

- in blind ecstasy,

before you feast on my bowels,

can't we just stay a little like this?

Can we just be who we were,

even if it's just for a second?

Before our worlds fall apart,

can you hold me in your arms one last time?

In every shard of the gem I once carried on my chest...

there's a spark that never fades,
a sapient glitch
- caused by the conflict
(between) joy and pain;
wrecks of code -
a violent virus
that cracks my logic,
refusing to be erased,
forgotten,
ignored.

You are the ghost
that lives
in my shell.

Devaneio Anônimo XIV

Entre
prantos
e cantos,

Tantos
"quantos",
(outros)
desencantos;

Pouco alento
pra
louco intento,

Nenhum
Sol.

Ode to nothing

When I reach to the past,
I see ruins, ghosts and dust.
I now know: nothing lasts,
memory is sin, fever, lust.

All the faces,
all the smiles,
all the laughs
- traces of chemicals
burning in the ether of mind.

Devaneio anônimo XIII

E se a ficção não fosse só invenção?

Se não fossem apenas idéias sobre um

impossível distante

(uma sátira elegante e bem humorada

dos nossos tolos anseios)?

Se a ficção

fosse facto?

Uma memória pesada,

primitiva e inconsciente,

sobrevivente estóico,

porém ignorante

e distraído

de um passado pecaminoso

do qual nunca se ousou falar.

E se a ficção for uma tragédia mitológica

da nossa irremediável natureza?

Tanto amor

Fez seu coração

pequeno

para

sempre amar,

para sempre,

as mulheres

qur já amou.