Relembrando Nietzsche ( boas festas)

 "No Cristianismo,realçam-se os instintos dos servos e dos oprimidos, são as castas mais baixas que mais nele procuram a sua redenção. Exercita-se aqui como ocupação, como remédio contra o tédio, a casuística do pecado, a autocrítica,o exame da consciência, aqui se mantém invariávelmente (pela oração) a emoção perante um poderoso chamado "Deus", e o mais elevado é aqui considerado como inacessível,dom,"graça".

 Friedrich Nietzsche

Relembrando também porque muitos regimes totalitários foram sempre apoiados pela igreja. 

A conveniência constante de manter o povo humilde e submisso.

pains and chasms

 

he carries the knife, like a wounded love

lit's the world on fire,

to form his own land

with a concealed strand

hurled the threat 

and indulged himself

into the flesh appeal

forlorn he fell

into a underworld

to contemplate all it's

poisonous core

at war with angels , 

after a dismal sleep

it's now time

to claim new routes

by fire

at war with punctured idols

the blood gushes

through

his wreath

with the treachery of humanity,

he falls from grace,

into the boughs of abnormality

a shroud of victory, where their kingdom falls

the immortal fray of opposites,

spoke to us in tongues

of threatening demises

endless paths through fiery wrath 

reaching out to their souls

and summoning you,

to me back again

to bare this light

with me

through all our ways

(of pains and chasms)

gritos,

qual destes o espetáculo

mais miserável e pungente ?

que desventuras 

tão graciosamente 

desvendadas?

- na vingança 

da razão

que veio até mim.

horas de reconhecimento

recriando toda a natureza do desejo

mãe dos ventos

que recitam as tragédias 

despertando paisagens pelo seu vagar

sopro divino nas fronteiras da razão

até ao luto das madrugadas

lívida flor 

que desponta no peito

recém nascida

nas quimeras da melancolia

fulgente e decadente 

como a estrela da manhã 

que retornou do firmamento

sem remorsos

nem piedade

abrindo caminhos como um açoite 

todos um, a medida da eternidade

perdidas as meças

a um sol 

aonde o medo cria os idolos 

e a finitude o desespero

levanta-te e reconhece o teu mundo - digo-te eu.

a haunting charm

                    

                    

                   " Where you cannot see with your eyes...  "                     

           a single awe 

allured  

such divine lips

it turns wolves

into sheep's

a scarlet maiden, a sensuous drive

a ditched revolution that revolves

into a meander, her passion sears everything

her lusted skin, by wild nature was raised

later on, by craftsman severed

and unleashed, into the blissful fevered 

procession

as a luring voice calling

- into the arcane sleep.

the browse loom

brought us here 

following the dazzling melody 

a call from the profane deity

- her merciless heritage, a homeless fealty

she plays the lyres

like a haunting charm, 

a crescent moon

through 

the yearning of days

it’s like a daring poetry,

that smiled, 

a murderer smile  

la bohème de l'adieu

 

vows are now completed 

through our distant valleys 

ancient trees blossoming in the alleys

blue moon brooding over 

painting us a woven spell, an inner repentance that yield's

all sinner's bleed, for someone who's never guilty 

hustling back to race the climb

another lost waltz

still pounding 

at doors through the nights

my flame, your flame 

destiny

that revealed us higher plains

a gray of shattered idols falling on us over sleep

the sickness from within, is now instilling the beat

wherever she stands, mastering the shadows 

in the peasant streets

our keeper 

into times before time 

a leap, 

through a life in black & white

humming high harmonies

into the forged illusive self 

condemnation to blindness

in here honesty pays its dues

dignity frames

behind the wall

in the room, the bought doll

it's her essence, undergoing 

through ceremonies

in a bash of illusions,

she walks with me

our chains are broken, the foreseen delusions 

now awoken

her touch so gentle, so easy to be fond

our dain remedy, in invisible bonds 

fantasies that rise from all incomplete histories

c'est la bohème de l'adieu

new age sun over the hills

blends over

and all wonders 

now yearn 

for our dream's matter

for unbound, 

leaning ways

where only 

a pain trespassed us from the start

nightly cities in a rush, 

a lush light 

flickering

through our highways envisioned

my home girl

trying now

her secret ideas 

for an ideal world

always reminding me

word by word

patiently and undone, 

the things 

we should had said 

or done

it's her nature call 

again

always in a urge to kill 

or breed

after the flood, 

be my main stain 

be my new place to hide

within 

our liberation

a new constellation

will shape us the clouds 

will shape us the rooftops

getting us ready 

for some more stories 

from the gutter

- where all stray cats 

know their way home