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quarta-feira, 25 de julho de 2012

let it kill you





Max Ernst

through every night
it kills me
your endless trace
which I follow
from body to body
in this maze


to seek harmony
in your power of individuality,
 flavor and sensuality


in another
midnight ride
i'm looking for her again
looking for her tonight


sipping
all the nectar
to burn memories
in a new distress
all life on the edge
but never look down
never look down
or cease to find love
a cure too pure
too vain
in this gain


segunda-feira, 16 de julho de 2012

divinity in wilderness (mi divinidad del desierto circular)



winds of Fedra,

in rage

whistling 

through a somber stage


we stare

through her ethereal visions,

the past will now asunder 

with fair devilish precision

from where our human fragility

crumbled

and humbled us 

to ease 

an unholy litany

the only sound in the air

breathes in our spirits, invisible and fair

muttering 

through savage's homes

and underground passages

into a shelter made of dry bones


we leave the offerings 

to praise  

homewards, where this thirst still burns

envoys from beyond 

deny us nothing

nothing is more 

than sand 

slipping through 

my hand

since 

i saw you around


a heart attack , a glass house 

were the hurt and rust is kept


feed the flow 

of the soundscapes 

in mighty landscapes

to astound

the merry priests 

in timeless images of their feasts

a rite of alchemists

to evoke her solemnly

into us

a map of souls

written in ancient scrolls

large scrolls that we recite

as we traversed through the halls


-to where all queens once dwell











 

segunda-feira, 2 de julho de 2012

a esfinge de calipso








um sonho lúcido

para libertar

 as almas num voo de pombas

entre as fissuras das muralhas

que nos impedem de amar.

i



As harpias
cantam 
os versos enfeitiçados.
A neve caí
sobre os corpos cansados. 
Madressilvas
entregues aos ventos
na aurora-boreal do esquecimento.

ii

O mistério esse permanece
adensando-se, incógnito
e o seu coração 
é um livro caro leitor,
um livro que vos tento descrever. 
A loba mãe e a filha
que nos bosques 
devoram todos os comuns homens,
a quem lhes fizeram
promessas de imortalidade.