quinta-feira, 30 de abril de 2009
quarta-feira, 29 de abril de 2009
sábado, 25 de abril de 2009
Ruído
Ruído. Faz libertar um animal feroz, por alguns milímetros para fora do corpo. Desperta, saí de mansinho, devagar. Não se espraia pelo ar. Fica contido. Apenas naquele lugar que ainda é corpo, mas já não o é. Como se fosse rasgar esse espaço a qualquer momento, mas não sai. Fica contido. O ruído continua. Cada vez mais forte e denso. O bicho não sai! Cresce em toda a sua presença. Sem medos, liberta-se! Rosna ao mundo, com uma força silenciosa e invisível que é sentida. Sem medos. O bicho rosna. E desaparece no silêncio seguinte. Volta à toca. Esconde-se, para voltar... Durante o próximo... Ruído.
Maio de 2007
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sexta-feira, 24 de abril de 2009
Hurt By Johnny Cash
I hurt myself today
To see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
The only thing that's real
The needle tears a hole
The old familiar sting
Try to kill it all away
But I remember everything
What have I become
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know goes away
In the end
And you could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
I wear this crown of thorns
Upon my liar's chair
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
Beneath the stains of time
The feelings disappear
You are someone else
I am still right here
What have I become
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know goes away
In the end
And you could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
If I could start again
A million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way
To see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
The only thing that's real
The needle tears a hole
The old familiar sting
Try to kill it all away
But I remember everything
What have I become
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know goes away
In the end
And you could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
I wear this crown of thorns
Upon my liar's chair
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
Beneath the stains of time
The feelings disappear
You are someone else
I am still right here
What have I become
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know goes away
In the end
And you could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
If I could start again
A million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way
(Untitled)
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