"Que leva as pessoas a ficarem juntas? A poesia seria cúmplice, desde o começo, desse sentimento que se chama amor. Eu acho que é uma coisa perfeitamente lógica, natural, porque a poesia, se vocês olharem bem, ela é o amor entre os sons e os sentimentos. Ela já é na sua substância, intrinsecamente, ela já é amor, já é aproximação, no sentido que é amor entre os sons e os sentidos, num sentido que a prosa não é. É por isso que a poesia não morre. Por que essa coisa tão inútil que não consegue sequer se transformar decentemente em mercadoria num mundo mercatório, esse mundo em que vivemos? Qualquer editor principiante sabe: poesia não vende."

[Paulo Leminski]

Star madness

[lines still in progress... ]

You came from nowhere
Somewhere out there
Where people still sit under trees
Where wasps are just a bunch of wanna-bees

But you're stuck in this city... big
Where the turtles looking sad in a pet store.
They... you... don't belong here... indeed
You can't do this anymore.

Buy him and give him his freedom back
How much for?
You saved him as if it were your own neck
Is this what are you looking for?

You say:
See! The leaves are turning!
Turning around in eternal inflation
Like infinite universes being created infinitely
You look to sky, like as to find salvation

There's not place in this Earth for you
So, you lose yourself in the sky
I wish I can find this too
This shine reflecting in your eyes

But don't trust the cloud.
Don't put anything up there.
It's so loud...

Only inflated dreams,
And screams being suffocated
It's higher then seems
Hardly released...

Meditation
Interstellar. Looks. Amazing. Old school space vibes
Space trip of creation
You go for miles...

Morbidly off-piste.

Writing...
Will be not a complete play or book
But I'm still trying
Get off my phone please U2!

The great outdoors.

Emptiness is loneliness
And loneliness is cleanliness
And cleanliness is godliness
And god is empty just like us.

This empty is a feeling
Our perception
Of that one life is just a beggining
For one higher purpose without misconception

The apocalypse maybe is coming
Stars will be arrested on the ground
While the moon still be growing
We will can be found

Time to put the crown on.
'cuz the dreamers will be the first to be eaten
Swallowed by the black hole
Without being forgiven

Forgiven for to see stars on the floor,
And to walk in the clouds
For to want more
For to make music with any sound
Forgiven by the loves, musings and sins
And not to be as they should be...

Odi et amo

"Odi et amo. Quare id faciam, fortasse requiris?
 Nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior."

[Catullus]