Friday, July 28, 2017

Sick
Very ill
Of crushed soul
Distorted spirit
All Dreams
Picture Shredders
Screams
Sick
Dark sickness
That cancels the body
Cadaveric smiles
Embracing your dead
Asking for forgiveness
A disease that does not spread
That suffocates
Lips purplish
Frosted eyes
Almost unconscious
No one will greet you on the other side.
Caged in one's own body
Febrile
Sick
In the wake of time lost
Now wander between dimensions
Lost,
Walks treading on clouds
Singing songs you've never heard
Your injured feet are joy
She picks psychedelic flowers that exude poison
Crossed the veil of reality
There are no more masks now
They just smile in anguish.
Sick
From a shadow that welcomed her
It will disappear without marks or memories.
Crazy.

Sunday, May 28, 2017

She wants to die
She wants the pain
loneliness
In her hand...the knife
Color red
Not enough to pass
Blood on the floor
Waiting the moment
When her will be close
Forever...like a dream
She will smile
A sad smile
No tears
No one to see her
A shadow in this place
She wants to die
No love in her fucking life
No one to say goodbye
Almost done
Last thought to him
Last whisper in shame
Hell
Fear
Clouds in the eyes
Trying to get back
No way
.......................

Passou a vida esperando o amor
que nunca veio.
Sempre perdida em ilusões,
em esperanças que a evitavam.
Em momentos de sonho,
um dia..dois talvez,
até mesmo uma terceira oportunidade.
Mas depois sempre só.
Tão assustadora,
tão frágil na verdade.
Aquela boca, aquele corpo,
ela desejou, possuiu e depois....
O vazio...mais uma vez....
Passou a sentir ridícula
Estúpida até.
Ela não vai pedir, nem procurar,
irá manter o desejo.
Deve morrer sozinha.
Não merecedora de um segundo olhar.
Deve partir e esquecer.
Talvez em terras distantes ela possa viver em silêncio eterno,
talvez se torne invisível de fato,
sabendo que as pedras tem mais valor.
Que sua ausência não causa dor.
Nem saudade.
Talvez em terras frias ela se torne gelo
e não precise mais esperar pelo calor.
Talvez ela finja que não se importou
que aquilo não foi nada.
Talvez ela possa se manter sorridente
E louca para sempre.

Tuesday, April 11, 2017


LONG GONE DAY


The guy passing by asked for a cigarette,
no way.
Short skirt, shuffling in slippers
Creepers,
The smoke of the cigarette, the horns, the sings
Vulgar, she did not even care,
She walked, numb, with the music that screamed
In his ears, words that hurt,
Wanted to keep it that way, maybe at night she would
Cut off, get drugs, maybe.
She no longer expected the man,
Words seduced, lost with the
Speed of lightning, dangerous toys.
Knives were safer than a poem, an
Blue-eyed poem, a play without
relevance.
She forgot, it did not matter anymore, nor were they
More blues.
His hand trembled with ember, waiting for the
Wind went off.
He showed his finger to the driver of the truck.
Another!
Screw this crap.
The bridge was near, the running river called
For the jump, she felt stomach pain at the thought,

He would sit there, he would jump there, he would wait.

Wednesday, February 15, 2017

Trapped in the collective unconscious blind, horrendous mouths snorting spitting poison in the name of God, cursing in the name of love, filthy feet crawling in an orgy in the old world. He wanted white masks to smash his hands, his tongues tearing the viscera, in a dark night of dread and lamentation, which even in Dante's deepest spheres could not hear, such dirt on a sweet face with an exposed heart throbbing only for the selected..
Come and kill us with promises of imperial paradise

Thursday, February 2, 2017

Good morning dear,
 I'll wait for you with a cup of hot tea in the morning ...
 at night your dark beer in an inexpensive glass ....
 the fog that covers your eyes prevents me from seeing me .. ..
. erase the memory of sweets Words ... you'll be mine forever .... run away, erase everything I said ... some words when spoken ... cant be taken back .... cold drops warm the heart .... the wind takes me ... pulls away .... I seek, I hope .... the life turns ... the eternal return .... always be mine .... hate me .... wish me ....  humil me..... the turns of life .... I will always be the one that appeared and made you feel ..... after that only the empty streets ... waiting for the train .... your dark beer awaits you In the warmth of tables smelling old wood and old-fashioned lampshades.

Tuesday, January 24, 2017

You made me stone.
Taught me to lie,
Taught me that words represent nothing,
Taught me to live with pain
You gave me everything, but you took my ground.
See me with tears in my eyes
The sky so dark, so dark;
Taught me to be stone
You threw me flowers, throwing rocks.
Made me bleed red roses
Or were they tulips?
The mark on my body will remind me
I look at her every day
And I remember
I am stone
Aimlessly
I hope the wound stops bleeding.
Never stops
An immense abyss
Fall in the background, extinguish the light beauty distresses me
It strikes me
The walls can not hear my whispers,
Nor should they,
I cry through the corners
I could even laugh at all this.
But cold fingers in my throat remind me
I am stone
All my dirt exposed
So sordid,
Rubies sprout from my eyes
They fall like knives in my hands
A skull haunting a woman
And she laughs at me and cries

And asks ...

Tuesday, January 17, 2017

You can't understand a user's mind
But try with your books and degrees
If you let yourself go and opened your mind
I'll bet you'd be doing like me
And it ain't so bad

What's my drug of choice?