Quando o amor vai embora
Quando o amor vai embora, sempre deixa para trás…
Garrafas, copos e pratos vazios, sobre a mesa espalhados
Lençóis, colchas e travesseiros, sobre a cama embolados
Camisas, calças e vestidos amarrotados
Cabelos molhados e desarrumados
Caídas pelo chão, pequenas embalagens de plástico quadradas
Sobre as cadeiras e os sofás, toalhas molhadas jogadas
Música ainda ligada e luzes apagadas
Portas e janelas fechadas
O cheiro de um no corpo do outro
O sabor de um na boca do outro
O suor dos dois na pele de ambos
Um homem e uma mulher vagando pela cidade
Uma indelével sensação de felicidade
Dois corpos completos, entregados
Duas almas leves, levitando
Dois espíritos integrados
Dois amantes amando
Dois namorados
segunda-feira, 20 de setembro de 2010
quarta-feira, 8 de setembro de 2010
A deep silence
A deep, imense, absolut, unsoundable and indecipherable silence
It is like to be traveling for centuries across an imense and depressing darkness of an inhospitable and frozen intergalactical time-space, distant some million light-years from home. Suddenly, it comes, and it could be seen, just ahead: a giantly ball of light, a sweet and embracing warmth; no one knows what, from where, or why for, it was. In the begining it was just an infinitesimal point, afterwards a magnific esphere in expansion, overruning, ruling and commanding the empty space and all the bodies, living or inert, in the surroundings.
A star, a sun, a comet, an asteroid, a pulsar, galaxies in collision, an white-hole, an armagedon, a cataclysm, anyone celestial bollid, a recent born and giantly self illuminated and illuminating gaseous planet, a new big-bang, the apocalypse?!
It doesn’t matter...
What is really worthy is just the majestic and vibrant light, the caressly and tepid warmth, given like a delicious kiss of love, the life entering by the pores, by the cells and molecules, invigorating, retonicing and realiving body and soul; the repouse, the quiet, the calm, the tranquility, the home, the final destiny, the target hope, the happiness, at last the peace...
And all of these were been fitted, commanded and ruled by... the love.
An absolut, imense, deep, unconditional, perennial, eternal e infinite love.
Simply the love that, coming from her, feeds and sustains all in me.
“She” – because, without any doubt, it concerns about a being, an entity or a manifestation from female’s origin, essence and qualities – stays there for a good and beneficent time, in the space of my view’s and life’s field; or, better than this, I am who really remain there, paralysed, astonished, foolished, in love and bewitched, such as Mercury gravitying around the Sun, blowing on this pleasant and very special time-space created and maintained by “her”.
However, when I already was liking, desiring and loving still more this wonderful, when I already even dare to think that I could hold her for more time, or still for ever...
Unwarnly, unlogically, suddenly, and, even so, inresponsibly and infantilly, “she” simply goes away... (probably to another galaxy, to another star system, to another planet, all of them strangers for me and to which I don’t belong – maybe because their gods and saints never call my unknown and insignificant name)
She went on distancing, extinguishing, disappearing in the space and in the time, until to be completely vanished, leaving behind her just a terrible and dark vaccum, an emptyness, a nothing, nothing but only the old, ancient and too much already very well known icy coldness.
And all that remained were just a deep, frozen, imense, absolut, ruling, unbrokenable, unsoundable, inpenetrateable, miserable and indecipherable silence.
Apart from a great and unconsolationable longing...
It is like to be traveling for centuries across an imense and depressing darkness of an inhospitable and frozen intergalactical time-space, distant some million light-years from home. Suddenly, it comes, and it could be seen, just ahead: a giantly ball of light, a sweet and embracing warmth; no one knows what, from where, or why for, it was. In the begining it was just an infinitesimal point, afterwards a magnific esphere in expansion, overruning, ruling and commanding the empty space and all the bodies, living or inert, in the surroundings.
A star, a sun, a comet, an asteroid, a pulsar, galaxies in collision, an white-hole, an armagedon, a cataclysm, anyone celestial bollid, a recent born and giantly self illuminated and illuminating gaseous planet, a new big-bang, the apocalypse?!
It doesn’t matter...
What is really worthy is just the majestic and vibrant light, the caressly and tepid warmth, given like a delicious kiss of love, the life entering by the pores, by the cells and molecules, invigorating, retonicing and realiving body and soul; the repouse, the quiet, the calm, the tranquility, the home, the final destiny, the target hope, the happiness, at last the peace...
And all of these were been fitted, commanded and ruled by... the love.
An absolut, imense, deep, unconditional, perennial, eternal e infinite love.
Simply the love that, coming from her, feeds and sustains all in me.
“She” – because, without any doubt, it concerns about a being, an entity or a manifestation from female’s origin, essence and qualities – stays there for a good and beneficent time, in the space of my view’s and life’s field; or, better than this, I am who really remain there, paralysed, astonished, foolished, in love and bewitched, such as Mercury gravitying around the Sun, blowing on this pleasant and very special time-space created and maintained by “her”.
However, when I already was liking, desiring and loving still more this wonderful, when I already even dare to think that I could hold her for more time, or still for ever...
Unwarnly, unlogically, suddenly, and, even so, inresponsibly and infantilly, “she” simply goes away... (probably to another galaxy, to another star system, to another planet, all of them strangers for me and to which I don’t belong – maybe because their gods and saints never call my unknown and insignificant name)
She went on distancing, extinguishing, disappearing in the space and in the time, until to be completely vanished, leaving behind her just a terrible and dark vaccum, an emptyness, a nothing, nothing but only the old, ancient and too much already very well known icy coldness.
And all that remained were just a deep, frozen, imense, absolut, ruling, unbrokenable, unsoundable, inpenetrateable, miserable and indecipherable silence.
Apart from a great and unconsolationable longing...
Portas opostas
Portas opostas / Portas, oh... portas!
Ela estava atrás da porta da frente e
Ele estava em frente à porta de trás
Ela foi pra trás da porta de trás e
Ele foi pra frente da porta da frente
Ela voltou pra porta da frente e
Ele voltou pra porta de trás
Agora ela está em frente à porta da frente
Como ele está atrás da porta de trás
Tão logo ela entrou pela frente
Tão bem ele saiu por trás
Enquanto isso, alguém parado ao lado da porta lateral perguntava:
Portas, a quem importas?! Portas, porque são postas?!
Opposite doors / Doors, oh… doors!
She was behind the front door and
He was in front of the back door
She went to behind the back door and
He went to the front of the front door
She come back to the front door and
He come back to the back door
Now she is in front of the front door and
Like he is behind the back door
As soon as she got in by the front
As well he got out by the back
In a while, someone stood up beside the lateral door were asking:
Doors, to whom cares?! Doors, why are it sett?!
Ela estava atrás da porta da frente e
Ele estava em frente à porta de trás
Ela foi pra trás da porta de trás e
Ele foi pra frente da porta da frente
Ela voltou pra porta da frente e
Ele voltou pra porta de trás
Agora ela está em frente à porta da frente
Como ele está atrás da porta de trás
Tão logo ela entrou pela frente
Tão bem ele saiu por trás
Enquanto isso, alguém parado ao lado da porta lateral perguntava:
Portas, a quem importas?! Portas, porque são postas?!
Opposite doors / Doors, oh… doors!
She was behind the front door and
He was in front of the back door
She went to behind the back door and
He went to the front of the front door
She come back to the front door and
He come back to the back door
Now she is in front of the front door and
Like he is behind the back door
As soon as she got in by the front
As well he got out by the back
In a while, someone stood up beside the lateral door were asking:
Doors, to whom cares?! Doors, why are it sett?!
The admiration and the beatification
ion rhyme serie
The admiration
for the beatification
of an insane civilization
in irremediable damnation
If you have some admiration
at least an appreciation
or, worse, claim for the beatification
of this insane civilization
of savage competition
you irremediably are in damnation
If you dispense a great consideration
to the constitution
pay your contribution
to the corporation
and maintain good relation
with the institution
you’re donating your blessed production
in service of the domination
and you’re in order to the destruction
of the future generation
If you have enough satisfaction
just thinking about million, billion and trillion
to the yourself’s greatness before of the nation
for you nothing more is about question
But if you fell some indignation
or have a different opinion
about what is a real union
beyond to be a man with emotion
you’re a man of vision
And I can give you a good suggestion:
change your direction
increase your participation
and together we’ll can do the revolution
which will set the foundation
of a new world of peace, love and cooperation
equality, fraternity, solidarity and salvation
world of a new creation
(based on a marxist-leninist-trotkist-bolchevist-guevarist folder of the 1960s)
A admiração
pela beatificação
de uma insana civilização
em irremediável danação
Se você tem alguma admiração
ao menos uma apreciação
ou, pior, clama pela beatificação
dessa insana civilização
de selvagem competição
você está irremediavelmente em danação
Se você dispensa grande consideração
para com a constituição
paga sua contribuição
para a corporação
e mantém boa relação
com a instituição
você está doando sua abençoada produção
a serviço da dominação
e está de acordo com a destruição
da futura geração
Se você tem suficiente satisfação
pensando apenas em milhão, bilhão e trilhão para sua própria grandeza
antes da da nação
para você nada mais está em questão
Mas se você sente alguma indignação
ou tem uma diferente opinião
sobre o que seja uma real união
além de ser um homem com emoção
você é um homem de visão
E eu posso lhe dar uma boa sugestão:
mude sua orientação
aumente sua participação
e juntos nos poderemos fazer a revolução
que irá estabelecer a fundação
de um novo mundo de paz e cooperação
amor, igualdade, fraternidade e salvação
mundo de uma nova criação
(baseado num panfleto marxista-leninista-trotkista-guevarista dos anos 60)
The admiration
for the beatification
of an insane civilization
in irremediable damnation
If you have some admiration
at least an appreciation
or, worse, claim for the beatification
of this insane civilization
of savage competition
you irremediably are in damnation
If you dispense a great consideration
to the constitution
pay your contribution
to the corporation
and maintain good relation
with the institution
you’re donating your blessed production
in service of the domination
and you’re in order to the destruction
of the future generation
If you have enough satisfaction
just thinking about million, billion and trillion
to the yourself’s greatness before of the nation
for you nothing more is about question
But if you fell some indignation
or have a different opinion
about what is a real union
beyond to be a man with emotion
you’re a man of vision
And I can give you a good suggestion:
change your direction
increase your participation
and together we’ll can do the revolution
which will set the foundation
of a new world of peace, love and cooperation
equality, fraternity, solidarity and salvation
world of a new creation
(based on a marxist-leninist-trotkist-bolchevist-guevarist folder of the 1960s)
A admiração
pela beatificação
de uma insana civilização
em irremediável danação
Se você tem alguma admiração
ao menos uma apreciação
ou, pior, clama pela beatificação
dessa insana civilização
de selvagem competição
você está irremediavelmente em danação
Se você dispensa grande consideração
para com a constituição
paga sua contribuição
para a corporação
e mantém boa relação
com a instituição
você está doando sua abençoada produção
a serviço da dominação
e está de acordo com a destruição
da futura geração
Se você tem suficiente satisfação
pensando apenas em milhão, bilhão e trilhão para sua própria grandeza
antes da da nação
para você nada mais está em questão
Mas se você sente alguma indignação
ou tem uma diferente opinião
sobre o que seja uma real união
além de ser um homem com emoção
você é um homem de visão
E eu posso lhe dar uma boa sugestão:
mude sua orientação
aumente sua participação
e juntos nos poderemos fazer a revolução
que irá estabelecer a fundação
de um novo mundo de paz e cooperação
amor, igualdade, fraternidade e salvação
mundo de uma nova criação
(baseado num panfleto marxista-leninista-trotkista-guevarista dos anos 60)
The ambassador´s ancestors
or orn orm rhyme series
The ambassador’s ancestors
The ambassador
of the Republic of Anchor
realized that one of his ancestors
was the very real author
of the famous book “The Bornt
of a Bachelor”
The colored pop-corns’ collector
Throwing away his true handle-calculator
he announced he wouldn’t like to be a competitor
a conductor, a conqueror
or an anything’s creator.
He just would like to be a collector
of colored pop-corns.
The door of the dictator director
The door
of the dictator
director
never is so as well accessible as the one of the good doctor
The Emperor of the Equator
The editor
of “The Emperor
of the Equator”
commited a great error
when he decided to take an escalator
to try to reach the highlands of the exterior
So forlorn on the floor
He was so forlorn
looking down to the floor!
Which was the main factor
that had let him at this form?
At last, what he was waiting for?
The governor’s horror
The horror
of the governor
was due becouse he cann’t succed to be a good generator
of any kind of glamor
What was for him a matter of honor
The horns of the inspector
At the sound of their horns
the inspectors
and the instructors
invaded the building’s indoor
to catch the inventor
of impostors
Junior was taking Knorr
Junior
was taking his soup Knorr
as well as was his mentor
but as he was a minor
he was sat on the inferior
floor
A liquor with a neighbor
After so hard a labor
lay down in rested langor
and have a drink of liquor
with your best neighbor
But remember to leave the odor
of the operator
outdoor
The major and the mayor
Neither the major
nor
the mayor
endangered to look by the mirror
after to break the main motor
The professor and the projector
The such a poor
professor
didn’t succeed to make a better lesson perform
becouse the damned pupils had broken the protectors
of the slides projector’s
platform
The razor radiator
The crazy and uncontroled radiator
passed as a sharpened razor
between the receptor
and the reflector
and striked against the refrigerator
The stubborn sailor
The survivor
sailor
was stubborn
in front of his superior
while he sworn
that he never more will go to sail again under such a storm
The sculptor and the scissor
The sculptor
handle a scissor
and with a great scorn
his own hairs shorn
in front of the astonished spectators
The tailor’s terror
It had been with a sudden and enormous terror
that the poor and dreadly tailor
saw when the great and legendy Thor
took his hammer and, like a tractor,
studed a big and sharpened iron thorn
in the middle of the breast, in the heart, of the traitor
The victor visitor
The visitor
was the very verdictor
who gave the vector
to the victor
Warriors like worms
Underground warriors
Normally use to be worn
With such a kind of uniforms
Which turn them seemed like worms
Yours… yore!
It was up to you, yours, only yore, but just at the zero-hours!
Os ancestrais do embaixador
O embaixador
da República de Âncora
descobriu que um de seus ancestrais
era o verdadeiro autor
do famoso livro “O Nascimento
do Bacharel”
O colecionador de pipocas coloridas
Jogando fora a sua fiel calculadora de mão
ele anunciou que não queria ser um competidor
um condutor, um conquistador
ou um criador de coisa nenhuma.
Êle queria apenas ser um colecionador
de pipocas coloridas.
A porta do diretor ditador
A porta
do diretor
ditador
nunca está tão bem acessível como a do bom doutor
O Imperador do Equador
O editor
de “O Imperador
do Equador”
cometeu um grande erro
quando decidiu pegar uma escada rolante
para tentar alcançar as terras altas do exterior
Tão triste e solitário no chão
Êle estava tão triste e solitário
olhando pra baixo, pro chão!
Qual era o fator principal
que o tinha deixado dessa forma?
Afinal, o que é que êle estava esperando?
O horror do governador
O horror
do governador
era porque êle não conseguia ser um bom tipo gerador
de qualquer tipo de glamour
O que era para êle uma questão de honra
As cornetas do inspetor
Ao som de suas cornetas
os inspetores
e os instrutores
invadiram o interior do prédio
para pegar o inventor
de impostores
Junior estava tomando Knorr
Júnior
estava tomando a sua sopa Knorr
tão bem quanto o seu mentor
mas como êle era de menor
êle estava sentado no piso
inferior
Um licor com o vizinho
Depois de um trabalho tão duro
deite-se em descansado langor
e beba um gole de licor
com o seu melhor vizinho
Mas lembre-se de deixar o mal cheiro
do operador
do lado de fora
O major e o prefeito
Nem o major
nem o prefeito
arriscaram olhar pelo espelho
depois de quebrarem o motor principal
O professor e o projetor
O tal pobre
professor
não conseguiu dar uma aula melhor
por que os danados dos alunos tinham quebrado os protetores
da plataforma
do projetor de slides
O radiador navalha
O louco e descontrolado radiador
passou como uma navalha afiada
entre o receptor
e o refletor
e bateu contra o refrigerador
O marinheiro empacado
O marinheiro
sobrevivente
estava empacado
diante do seu superior
quando êle jurou
que nunca mais iria navegar debaixo de tais tempestades
O escultor e a tesoura
O escultor
pegou uma tesoura
e, com grande escárnio e desprezo,
tosou os seus próprios cabelos
diante dos atônitos espectadores
O terror do alfaiate
Foi com repentino e enorme terror
que o pobre e horrorizado alfaiate
viu quando o grande e lendário Thor
pegou o seu martelo e, como um trator,
cravou um grande e afiado espinho de ferro
no meio do peito, no coração, do traidor
O visitante vitorioso
O visitante
foi o verdadeiro veredictor
que indicou o vetor
para o vitorioso
Guerreiros como minhocas
Guerreiros subterrâneos
normalmente costumam estar vestidos
com certos tipos de uniformes
que os tornam parecidos com minhocas
Seu... há muito tempo atrás!
Era com você, era seu, há muito tempo atrás, mas só nas 1as. horas!
The ambassador’s ancestors
The ambassador
of the Republic of Anchor
realized that one of his ancestors
was the very real author
of the famous book “The Bornt
of a Bachelor”
The colored pop-corns’ collector
Throwing away his true handle-calculator
he announced he wouldn’t like to be a competitor
a conductor, a conqueror
or an anything’s creator.
He just would like to be a collector
of colored pop-corns.
The door of the dictator director
The door
of the dictator
director
never is so as well accessible as the one of the good doctor
The Emperor of the Equator
The editor
of “The Emperor
of the Equator”
commited a great error
when he decided to take an escalator
to try to reach the highlands of the exterior
So forlorn on the floor
He was so forlorn
looking down to the floor!
Which was the main factor
that had let him at this form?
At last, what he was waiting for?
The governor’s horror
The horror
of the governor
was due becouse he cann’t succed to be a good generator
of any kind of glamor
What was for him a matter of honor
The horns of the inspector
At the sound of their horns
the inspectors
and the instructors
invaded the building’s indoor
to catch the inventor
of impostors
Junior was taking Knorr
Junior
was taking his soup Knorr
as well as was his mentor
but as he was a minor
he was sat on the inferior
floor
A liquor with a neighbor
After so hard a labor
lay down in rested langor
and have a drink of liquor
with your best neighbor
But remember to leave the odor
of the operator
outdoor
The major and the mayor
Neither the major
nor
the mayor
endangered to look by the mirror
after to break the main motor
The professor and the projector
The such a poor
professor
didn’t succeed to make a better lesson perform
becouse the damned pupils had broken the protectors
of the slides projector’s
platform
The razor radiator
The crazy and uncontroled radiator
passed as a sharpened razor
between the receptor
and the reflector
and striked against the refrigerator
The stubborn sailor
The survivor
sailor
was stubborn
in front of his superior
while he sworn
that he never more will go to sail again under such a storm
The sculptor and the scissor
The sculptor
handle a scissor
and with a great scorn
his own hairs shorn
in front of the astonished spectators
The tailor’s terror
It had been with a sudden and enormous terror
that the poor and dreadly tailor
saw when the great and legendy Thor
took his hammer and, like a tractor,
studed a big and sharpened iron thorn
in the middle of the breast, in the heart, of the traitor
The victor visitor
The visitor
was the very verdictor
who gave the vector
to the victor
Warriors like worms
Underground warriors
Normally use to be worn
With such a kind of uniforms
Which turn them seemed like worms
Yours… yore!
It was up to you, yours, only yore, but just at the zero-hours!
Os ancestrais do embaixador
O embaixador
da República de Âncora
descobriu que um de seus ancestrais
era o verdadeiro autor
do famoso livro “O Nascimento
do Bacharel”
O colecionador de pipocas coloridas
Jogando fora a sua fiel calculadora de mão
ele anunciou que não queria ser um competidor
um condutor, um conquistador
ou um criador de coisa nenhuma.
Êle queria apenas ser um colecionador
de pipocas coloridas.
A porta do diretor ditador
A porta
do diretor
ditador
nunca está tão bem acessível como a do bom doutor
O Imperador do Equador
O editor
de “O Imperador
do Equador”
cometeu um grande erro
quando decidiu pegar uma escada rolante
para tentar alcançar as terras altas do exterior
Tão triste e solitário no chão
Êle estava tão triste e solitário
olhando pra baixo, pro chão!
Qual era o fator principal
que o tinha deixado dessa forma?
Afinal, o que é que êle estava esperando?
O horror do governador
O horror
do governador
era porque êle não conseguia ser um bom tipo gerador
de qualquer tipo de glamour
O que era para êle uma questão de honra
As cornetas do inspetor
Ao som de suas cornetas
os inspetores
e os instrutores
invadiram o interior do prédio
para pegar o inventor
de impostores
Junior estava tomando Knorr
Júnior
estava tomando a sua sopa Knorr
tão bem quanto o seu mentor
mas como êle era de menor
êle estava sentado no piso
inferior
Um licor com o vizinho
Depois de um trabalho tão duro
deite-se em descansado langor
e beba um gole de licor
com o seu melhor vizinho
Mas lembre-se de deixar o mal cheiro
do operador
do lado de fora
O major e o prefeito
Nem o major
nem o prefeito
arriscaram olhar pelo espelho
depois de quebrarem o motor principal
O professor e o projetor
O tal pobre
professor
não conseguiu dar uma aula melhor
por que os danados dos alunos tinham quebrado os protetores
da plataforma
do projetor de slides
O radiador navalha
O louco e descontrolado radiador
passou como uma navalha afiada
entre o receptor
e o refletor
e bateu contra o refrigerador
O marinheiro empacado
O marinheiro
sobrevivente
estava empacado
diante do seu superior
quando êle jurou
que nunca mais iria navegar debaixo de tais tempestades
O escultor e a tesoura
O escultor
pegou uma tesoura
e, com grande escárnio e desprezo,
tosou os seus próprios cabelos
diante dos atônitos espectadores
O terror do alfaiate
Foi com repentino e enorme terror
que o pobre e horrorizado alfaiate
viu quando o grande e lendário Thor
pegou o seu martelo e, como um trator,
cravou um grande e afiado espinho de ferro
no meio do peito, no coração, do traidor
O visitante vitorioso
O visitante
foi o verdadeiro veredictor
que indicou o vetor
para o vitorioso
Guerreiros como minhocas
Guerreiros subterrâneos
normalmente costumam estar vestidos
com certos tipos de uniformes
que os tornam parecidos com minhocas
Seu... há muito tempo atrás!
Era com você, era seu, há muito tempo atrás, mas só nas 1as. horas!
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