relembrando nietzsche

 "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 invariavelmente (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 suportados pela igreja. 

A conveniência sempre constante de manter todo 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 complete

through those distant valleys 

they spoke utterly, about love and conceit

as we stripped

faith is like a ghost, paciently waiting in the alleys

Into the deep sea of faith 

Into the woods of wraith

the dead drink from the calice 

from which innocence 

once spilt 

is the allure of autumn, the passion's ark that sought him

blue moon broods over 

painting us a biblical spell, 

strapped in hunger

whrithing to us, the pale horse

of the phanton hearse

razor's delight, mercy's begiled 

deceive the belief, blindfold of mothers-eyed

i flew through a eternal sleep 

i raised hell at all satan's sons night, while siren's weep

down there, wretched men never yeld

hustling back from their angelic tribes 

climb the race

if you stand there too long, 

waiting the spurn

shadows can listen

memoirs

of another lost waltz

pounding at doors 

still through the night

while a gray of our shattered idols 

falls on us 

over sleep

a strange rhythm comes from within, 

instilles the beat

wherever it stands, 

mastering shadows 

under this peasant streets

our keeper, waits

in times before time 

in a leap, through a life of traded miseries

in demand, 

a storming substance

will break the molds

there about, 

where mysteries 

of the red sun still marvels

dignity frames, behind our walls

in their rooms, dreamcatchers 

and wrecked infant dolls 

she walks with me

our guile innocence is finally broken, 

all foreseen delusions 

now awoken

her touch is so gentle, 

so easy to be fond 

my dain remedy, 

in invisible bonds

c'est la bohème de l'adieu

my home girl

keeeps trying all 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 

from the gutter

- where all stray cats 

know their way home