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Nothing justifies our destiny of shadows nor fire nor flame nor ember we just burn sparks jumping from the fire crackle for instants and scintillate in the smoke that extinguishes them. Nada justifica nosso destino de sombras nem fogueira nem chama nem brasa ardemos simplesmente…
6 days ago / 770 visits / 4 comments / 1 person likes
Past the fountain out of repair And the boarded diner A small studio You'd never told anyone about Where old clothes have remained Right where you've dumped them Side by side With random notes and sketches When someone close to you Has a different idea of what you represent He insisted You'll write…
2 weeks ago / 435 visits / 2 comments / 2 people like
because the bastard you are begins to curse soon in morning the opal light that comes in through the window and the rain falling in circles on the avenue's asphalt it doesn't mean that there is no reason to smile to life just now that you are editing this bit of text into the Internet that will be r…
3 weeks ago / 519 visits / 7 comments / 6 people like
RENEWED TIDE Night' sour is diluted by morning's heat anguish dives into an ocean of every fish - mammal - shell fish - jellyfish - sticky alga of thought. At night a renewed tide casts ashore solitude becomes endangered by moonlight hope survives in the abyss non-stop multiplication…
3 weeks ago / 687 visits / 2 comments / 2 people like
The Man is to God as the machine is to Man. If the refrigerator does not know how cold produces for the benefit of Man Man does not know what makes for profit of God. /// O Homem está para Deus como a máquina para o Homem. Se o frigorífico não sabe do frio que produz em proveito do Homem também o Ho…
4 weeks ago / 776 visits / 13 comments / 6 people like
I dare to claim the vastness of dawn on me without text nor reading nor dream. Leave me the peace of waiting for light in the solitude of this writer from moderate expression. Atrevo-me a reivindicar a vastidão da madrugada em mim sem texto nem leitura nem sonho. Deixem-me a paz da…
6 weeks ago / 811 visits / 9 comments / 2 people like
I'm getting lost through crossed ways complex deflections infinite paths I don't come back nor I run away from future of uncertain ways complex fears infinite dreams. Determined I carry on and stumble I fall to the ground and stay moribund herald of the time being my face drowns in sh…
7 weeks ago / 613 visits / 4 comments / 2 people like
Nothing is all that remains from everything we are given by life the day the night the joy the pain the writing the voice the colour the sound the love the friendship the mystery the dream the art the work the time the space the finite the infinite the eternal the glory the god the devil the dust.…
8 weeks ago / 349 visits / 5 comments / 4 people like
LOOK AT ME I will lose everything the day and the night the sea and the sky the joy and the pain the temple and the house the water and the wine and The Bread? the metaphor and the text the thought and the dream the sin and the virtue GOD and DEVIL the family and the world and The Love? the senses a…
2 months ago / 681 visits / 9 comments / 6 people like
My pen writes in a choreography of fingers turning round on tiptoe. I hear the music alone and the pen's dance continues on tiptoe pirouettes and other tricks very nice on the stage of the Foundation Gulbenkian. (to read the original Portuguese version please click on the figure) by…
2 months ago / 803 visits / 2 comments / 4 people like
I am a writer of little writing just not to bore you with repetitions. Days occur equal and also nights and tides we look to the full moon or the sunlight to the dark night or the tide's mark on the beach surf as it was for the first time. If the world does not get tired why do we get annoyed? So…
2 months ago / 694 visits / 8 comments / 6 people like
Times are changing as do our wills yesterday I went from Bajocunda to Pirada wishing to come back to Lisboa. All changes except this perennial agony over my naked and sweaty body that a rolled towel in the waist dresses me and a fan in velocity three appeases. Why I combat and get tired in a w…
2 months ago / 930 visits / 8 comments / 4 people like
In the long night veins nerves muscles scars and other tissues throb on me spontaneous semen as a water thread drop by drop oozed on my stone's abdomen. Petrified in granite I shine from quartz crystals will-o'-the-wisp over the sleeping grave where I bury myself. Appropriately I get older t…
3 months ago / 1 463 visits / 11 comments / 5 people like
In the roots of all garden's grass stands a water´s dream ecstasy of sea a thrill of swell. /// Na raiz da relva de todos os jardins perdura um sonho de água delírio de mar frémito de ondulação. by Armando TABORDA, in "PALAVRAS, MÚSICAS E BLASFÉMIAS QUE ENVELHEÇO NA CIDADE", Ulmeiro Edito…
3 months ago / 1 021 visits / 7 comments / 4 people like
I believe in life interpreted from one thing to another more than simple vibration necessity dissatisfied desire halo not from saint charisma but sound light colour mystery. I believe and currently I want the great ball of needs with an eccentric smile as an axis. I believe and I want to feel that i…
3 months ago / 768 visits / 5 comments / 4 people like