the portuguese illusion – translation

River woman

Woman soaking my soul

Erosion

Breach

Poetic overflow

Thundering torrent

Dreams, dreams!

Wide and wider ignition

Totalitarian poet for a woman I am

become

Spontaneity

Spontaneousness

And dreams, dreams!

Happy days

Days bang like this

Days, o days

And dreams, dreams!

the tarot of 2007

 

My wicked brain told me today that if we make the tarot of 2007, adding the numbers of that year, we come up with 9, the card of The Hermit. Wikipedia suggests the following keywords for that card:

• Introspection —– Silence —– Guidance —– Reflection
• Solitude —– Looking inward —– Reclusion —– Being quiet
• Inner search —– Deep understanding —– Isolation
• Distance —– Retreat —– Philosophical attitude

 

I see that card like an itinerary. A hard road we have to take alone to carry and grow some wisdom.

It sums up my year pretty well. Rich on the inside. Rough on the outside. And therefore rough on the inside.

The upcoming 2008 will be symbolized by the Wheel of Fortune. Probably my least favorite card. Still, it could mean some interesting time ahead.

going cynical on kapra

Yesterday, I fell on the end of the classic movie “It’s a wonderful life”.

• Did I improve the world in any way so far?
• How many people can say so, that the world would be worse without them?
• Is it on TV at this time of the year as some kind of anti-suicide propaganda?

no more finger licking – translation

Broken

I am

barely

my sorrow

slowly

 

why bother painting

why bother the color

why bother everything

everything

 

once

broken

once

dismembered

we are

out

out of the act

we are

the immobility.

the one i love – translation

What I love about you

it’s you

What I want from you

it’s you

What I desire from you

it’s you

 

You

deeply

 

My friend

my beloved

my unforgettable.

the empty crowd – translation

Be

Become

Appear

 

The man waiting has no power

other than

the waiting

 

I wait for you I hope you

 

Be

Become

Appear.

Meanwhile she

everything

I

rest

against the bitter silk of my chrysalis

 

she is joy

triumphant unreachable joy

free

above

 

she suns

she heats

upon my idle eyes.

the infinite verb – translation

Drink

my heart

filled up of you

Drink

my dew my tears my soul

Empty me

of me

so that I would be in you

so that I would be yours

Drink

a word

never-ending.

my – translation

My beautiful

my tender

my unforgettable

my burning

my splendid

my incandescent

my ineluctable

my moving

my singular

my disconcerting

my charming

my exquisite

my sublime

my seizing

my voluptuous

my phantasmagoric

my suave

my sensational

my fabulous

 

my

such a pretty word.

espresso – translation

Ultraviolet                   a girl – long hair

Her dark glasses              to lie to her eyes

Poet smile                    to tell them both

 

Stupefaction                  spontaneous beauty

Consumption                   instant girl

Invitation                    the time of a coffee

theological grievance

Jesus stole my girlfriend

Jesus stole my mother

Jesus stole my couch

Jesus stole my perrot

Jesus stole my dishes

Jesus stole my electric can opener

Jesus stole my credit card

Jesus stole my remote

Jesus stole my guitar

Maybe I should nail him back to the cross.

aeolus – translation

To die

it’s to flee

it’s to fear

to die from

life

 

The eye in the wind

heavy

The kamikaze heart

I will dare us

 

The burn

the crack

 

I’m gonna haemorrhagise myself from life.

Sounds

from the objects

she moves

wave

my heart.

Unimprovable

Unalterable

Cursed.