domingo, 14 de junho de 2015

sexta-feira, 12 de junho de 2015

quinta-feira, 11 de junho de 2015

( Yūbi )

uma pluma flutua
morre no fio da navalha

sorriso mudo e só


( # san )




O azul da sua voz
preso na folha de papel

perfuma o ar




Fotografia: Kenneth Josephson













(# Chinmoku)





uma pérola perfeita
na negra clausura da concha

assim é teu amor


quarta-feira, 10 de junho de 2015

( # ni )





uma linha vermelha
fina, precisa, caligráfica

no teu pulso




  




























terça-feira, 9 de junho de 2015

( # ichi )



 deixar-se despir,
amar o vento em silêncio

o destino da montanha




Fotografia: Heleen van de Ven

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


 


domingo, 17 de maio de 2015

M is for Murmur [The alphadeath Codex]




I often dream of you
Trudging naked over the red sands
Unwary, unavailable, cold as the furthest stars
Wondering wild in the feral night
In dusk immersed, a shard of glass
I dream of you when the hours don’t last

I once drew your face in a blank horizon
And like poison, it flooded my veins
I drew your eyes with charcoal and blood
And still no tears dared to show, eyes so aglow
Haunting, eerie as a house in demise
With charcoal and blood I drew your eyes

I will sing a song for you to dance
The rhythm will tangle us and burn me inside
And with all my heart, I will sing for you
Words of cobalt, red and blue
A song of death with all my heart
I will sing to you and fall apart

I gently whisper in your ear
Speak of love and thing to come
And mildly hum how I will kill you
And feel you murmur one last word
Soothe and pale, in my arms held

I whisper gently and bid farewell 

terça-feira, 28 de abril de 2015

I think I'm losing my own identity...

Last night I had this confusing and weird dream... 
I was walking on the street at night. It was 3:33am. I actually stopped walking to look at the watch and when I raised my head forward, there was no road, no buildings, no stars, not even the sky. I realized that the concept of space had completely vanished. I looked back and behind me was a black cloud with tones of gray, turning everything black around it and coming in my direction. As I tried to run from it I found myself being sucked towards a bright red tunnel. So I stooped. I was still in the same place. I tried to move but I just couldn't do it. Everything around me was happening so fast, but I was so slow in my movements and my thoughts. My eyes were so wide and shiny, my face screamed fear but I couldn't move... so I just stayed there perfectly still while a force of somewhere was pulling me in direction of the tunnel. When I faced the tunnel right in front of me I only saw red. Red everywhere. All painted in red. There was no other color. I looked back, that color was scaring me, and all was black. An infinite black all around me and the tunnel in front . I had nowhere else to go. Without no more choices, no more paths I took a step into the bright red tunnel. My body was shaking intensely. I looked to see inside the tunnel and there was two ways to go, right and left,  a few steps forward there was a wall. Instead of choosing a way to go, I just walked in front and I passed trough the wall. It didn't stop me. And then I got to the deep ocean... there I was... dancing with the water. Suddenly my body contracted. I remember getting the feeling that I was hugging something... something... it wasn't a person, it wasn't an object, not even an animal. Cause, I couldn't see it. I could only feel it... In the top of my fingers I felt the tickles of the tingle so softly. It was part of me, my being... it was my soul. When I finally realized what I was holding everything faded to black. Again, it was all black... But I looked so peaceful, so light. Between the space of those fragments of images, feelings and emotions my fear and anxiety were gone. And there I was, embracing this blackness that was surrounding me and my soul, that I was holding in my arms. Finally, after all this tornado of feelings I found myself accepting, understanding that my soul was no longer attached to my body... and I, was dead.

Impossibilidades

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