21 June 2011

verao quente que vos acorda,
melodia de melros em plano azul pleno.
mera luminosidade quase faz passar a magoa de muitos que vao trabalhar.
a gradualidade de um tom verde a azulado vos espera, corpos nus se assimiliam pela vontade.
a noite ja ardida faz soltar sorrisos no meio da rua, chavenas de cafes e criancas a brincarem como carrosseis.
peles flacidas e envelhecidas contraem-se pelas janelas de pedra marmore...
comendo sorrateiramente estas palavras humidas, me aqueco por aqui,
sentada entre livros e materias, entre fragmentos de linhas a decorar.
os presentes silenciosos ja habituados a dor, dor de viver sobe  um ceu branco, vazio de vida, vazio de qualquer expressao,limitam -se a terem sentidos.
"agente vai olhando para baixo e seguindo a vida"..
mas quando a noite chega, rezo e adormeco logo a chegar de novo no meu supor, elouquente e primeiro dia de verao.

paris,

       

inspiring

makes my legs shake

makes me feel accompanied

romantic

dream

art, art,art

you can breath upstairs..

a piece of art that always resembles art

the excitement fullfills the dust

Paris is good for art because doesn't lie, doesn't hide, shows what we absorbs from it. 

the windows give mystery, the trees fantasy and random people we see everywhere, but as we are in the unknown, everything matters and gives us a suggestion...

Paris is the suggestion

uma noite que nunca acaba

é um dia que se adoça de meras meias palavras melífluas

é o motor do batimento do coraçao e do nosso respirar profundo

ve-se de tudo, sente-se tudo, imagina-se o possivel..

Paris e o nosso chá de camomila.

shortcut.

KILLING IS USELESS.

BECAUSE PEOPLE GO ANYWAY

THEY WILL ALWAYS TURN  THEIR BACK AT US, WITH ANY CONCERN.

KILLING YOURSELF..

WILL END  TO BE TAKEN WHEN YOU CAN ACTUALLY GUIDE FOR LONG.

RIGHT NOW, YOU'RE A PARTICLE OF WHAT YOU'LL GET TO

DON'T WORRY, YOU WILL CHANGE.

 RAQUEL, DON'T THROW IT ALL AWAY.

IT'S GOOD TO FEEL WARM.

IT'S EVEN BETTER WHEN HE FRESHES YOUR LIPS AND SHARES LIGHT WITH YOU. 

NEVER SHARE A DREAM.............and if they call you mad for your breaths taken far in distant as far as you dreamt, then someday you will fall in madness, when you believe them.

LIFE INSPIRES MY SKIN.

now, between touch of lashes i disperse my joy.

tired of monotonous london.

The worse is in the end of the day
When I can't invoke the mood of the long lasting day
The empty night, silent and absolute condensed in wonder
Mirror back to nothing to say, nothing to hear or paint.


I try to find myself here, 
sometimes I do.. others, I just want to feel the day back
the sun back, where once I lived in routine. 
Moaning fakes to nowhere nor listening to oasis. Because they keep me there.


"But we cannot feel what we cannot see."

madrugada.

the swallow of some more coffee suicide staring

followed by the immortalized reflection in the window

my eyes are made of wood veins climbing up to the next step

its the beginning of the end

my living room door is a parallel path to the visibility of unlimit

there is no comas or full stops there

only I can stop it.