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.

pain and chasms

 

he carries his knife, like a wounded love

lit's the world on fire,

to form his own land

with a concealed strand

hurles the threat 

and indulges 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 all this new routes

by fire

at war 

with punctured idols

all blood gushes

through the wreath

it's the treachery of humanity,

to him 

who falls from grace,

into the boughs of abnormality

shrouds of victory, 

where this kingdom falls

it's time

to summon you,

to me 

back again

to bare this light

with me

through all our ways

(of pain 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 

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 

again, 

through distant valleys 

stories are closing in

windows shut

ancient trees 

still blossom, 

paciently in the alleys

blue moon 

brooding over 

painting to us 

that woven spell, 

whrithing to us 

as we sang along

the first encounters 

the delight 

of all satan's sons night

disgracefull repentance 

that never yelds

a sinner's bleed, 

from someone who's never guilty 

hustling back 

to race the climb

their shadows can listen

if you stand in here too long, 

waiting

rumours

of another lost waltz

pounding still

at doors 

through the night

your flame 

dusk

that revealed us 

higher plains

a gray of shattered idols 

falling on us 

over sleep

the sickness that comes from within, 

instilling the beat

wherever she stands, 

mastering shadows 

in this peasant streets

our keeper, 

into times before time 

in a leap, through a life 

the mystery of the sun marvels

but honesty still pays its dues

dignity frames

behind the walls

in their room, dreamcatchers 

and wrecked infant dolls 

she walks with me

our thoughs are broken, 

all foreseen delusions 

now awoken

her touch so gentle, 

so easy to be fond

our dain remedy, 

in invisible bonds

c'est la bohème de l'adieu

my home girl

trying 

her secret ideas 

for an ideal world

always reminding me

word by word

patiently 

and undone, 

all the things 

we should had said 

or done

it's her nature call 

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 

for more stories the gutter

- where all stray cats 

know their way home