segunda-feira, 23 de janeiro de 2012
Sick 'N Done
Come to see me
Come to hold me
I'm on my own now
Can't you see I'm broken?
I want your shoulder to I hit my front
And want your chest to swallow my suffer
All my hope is over
All my pride is stolen
I don't know my enemies
And I can't reach my allies
If I throw up my life
Can you hang my hair?
Come to hold me
I'm on my own now
Can't you see I'm broken?
I want your shoulder to I hit my front
And want your chest to swallow my suffer
All my hope is over
All my pride is stolen
I don't know my enemies
And I can't reach my allies
If I throw up my life
Can you hang my hair?
To both of U
domingo, 22 de janeiro de 2012
That's it. (the little story)
There was a big girl, downtown, she didn't mind to be stolen. There were two men too, one was Foot, a black, tall, hatted man. The other was a very nasty one, too white, too thin, and too bad, with his slim face. This last one, in a certain moment, after he saw the big girl, he came to her and asked, like a green and viscous snake, "Hey pretty girl, you're so good-looking, this neighbourhood don't deserve it... wouldn't you like to give it to aaaall the world?" and she said "Get out of my shoulder, Mr. Mouseface! I know you, and even if I didn't, you're so ugly with your bad voice and small eyes that I would never take a step at your side, your little serpent."
If she were not that big, he would eaten her. That's it.
If she were not that big, he would eaten her. That's it.
Mind blue
Why do I feel a hole
a indescribable hole down inside
a big, cold and black one?
Beware, don't you fall down there
a indescribable hole down inside
a big, cold and black one?
Beware, don't you fall down there
quinta-feira, 19 de janeiro de 2012
De tintas
Quente, pulsante, mas nem penso nisso. Escuro, liquido vivo, parte de algo muito maior e obscuro. De metais e mãos, dedos, unhas, punhos, saindo, libertando-se, pra mim. Sob meus olhos, jorra, escorre, simples, puro, magnético. Metal sedoso de sabor e ideais intrínsecos, livre de todas as regras e significados fixados e comuns. Livre de consciência e memória, ele apenas é meu, que venha a mim.
quarta-feira, 18 de janeiro de 2012
Naich Daicht Vliv
Flash. É manhã e eu escuto sirenes. O som e cheiro da cidade acordando. Até os bocejos e máquinas de café.
Tudo quieto. Din se move no canto do quarto.
- Levanta.
Prevejo seus olhos abrindo.
- Não temos tempo hoje?
- Nunca.
de violência
Esse fulgor que me amassa em tua direção. Quero esmagar teus ossos com os meus, te tomar como um vácuo perpétuo. Consumir cinco vezes o inteiro e suas partes. Destruir você, eu, e o espaço entre isso.
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