Wednesday, February 14, 2018
With its respectable appearance
dirt under the rug
ghosts behind the doors
If they say good people
The difference that frightens normality
Good people who move around with well-behaved clothes,
do not expose yourself
be the same
do not you dare to do what you do not know
Do not show your pain.
Pretend, smile be courteous
Snap your teeth, walk slowly
do not try to look sideways
like a horse, obey
or runs the risk of being kicked
Do not take the risk of seeing what no one sees
Guided from my soul
exposure of my flesh
shattered by dare.
I will cross the seas of sameness always,
even when my eyes close and my veins open.
Sunday, February 11, 2018
When I walk in there, it's as if I'm in one of Grimm's most hideous tales.
Beings of all forms,
Flowing, other grotesque creatures
Baby Face Trolls
All sorts of characters
A bizarre zoo, a mob of medium reptilians.
Picturesque place, causes hate and arouses curiosity.
All lost in coarse fantasies, all wanting.
Gritting teeth in fearful happiness.
Wide-eyed, distorted smiles.
I try to open the doors, I look for the windows.
Locked in purchased reality wires.
Invisible chains, I want to leave.
Monday, January 22, 2018
Tuesday, January 9, 2018
In the favela
We over there
our intelligence is useless
We are less than shit with our knowledge,
In the midst of absolute poverty
We went crazy
in the middle of the most complete shit we are
We cast our wisdom
a lot of nothing
we are shadows of something we could reach
we prefer pain
the crooked paths
we try until the pain is so intense that we can not take it anymore
we are crazy
there in the trash
We are gods
de nada serve nossa inteligência
Somos menos que merda com nosso conhecimento,
No meio da mais absoluta pobreza
no meio da mais completa merda estamos
Arrotamos nossa sabedoria
um monte de nada
somos sombras de algo que poderíamos alcançar
preferimos a dor
os caminhos tortos
tentamos até que a dor seja tão intensa que não aguentemos mais
ali no meio do lixo