sentido avesso alucina o pêndulo

termino a hora
dentro me indispõe
os duplos voltam
e não cesso
 
o gosto tapo
e vejo o tempo-ausência
que esquiva ausência
e maldiz
meu gozo
 
o termo instaura
distância
e eu
para onde?
sem  demora
 
sentido em transe
que despreza a parte
disposta
a minha
maldita insana
 
imagem torta
que despreza o gesto
remoto
e ela
arruína a casa
 
o medo ignóbil
da não resposta
que faço?
obscuro
engano
fora
 
as outras
e eu
pendência-coisa
de um tempo
agora
 
saídas –
lacraram
com desdém
a chave
de um canto
o peso
sem rosto flutua
o dela que cresce
o medo
da réplica
que demora
 
o além no chão
cimento oco
que alcanço
enjoo
da não palavra
 
sem peso a face
inerte
confunde
o zelo
e eu
me mostra
o muro
que choque!
 
a procura –
coisas –
não vejo
violo
variam passos
e a não
resposta
 
desenlaço o sonho
sensores espreito
e cego
não deixo
desejo o olho
buraco abaixo
que está fechado
 
e ela agora
silêncio sem dedo
a hora afasta
sem cor
não vejo
o som
e sinto
a náusea dilata
cadê?
esqueço
a porta
não entro
despeço a outra
não vem
demora

mudei de mim? 

Comments

  1. Well, that day, that day.
    What a mess.
    What a marvel.
    I walked into that cloud again and I lost myself.
    And I'm sad, sad, sad,
    Small, alone, scared,
    Craving purity,
    A fragile mind and a gentle spirit.

    Well, that day, that day.
    What a marvelous mess.
    This is all that I can do;
    I'm done to be me.
    Sad. Scared. Small. Alone. Beautiful.
    It's supposed to be like this.
    I accept everything.
    It's supposed to be like this.

    Well, that day, that day.
    I lay down beside myself.
    In this feeling of pain, sadness,
    Scared, small, climbing, crawling,
    Towards the light.
    And it's all that I see.
    And I'm tired and I'm right.
    And I'm wrong.
    And it's beautiful.

    Well, that day, that day.
    What a mess.
    What a marvel.
    We're all the same,
    But no one thinks so.
    And it's okay.
    And I'm small.
    And I'm divine.
    And it's beautiful.
    And it's coming.
    And it's already here.
    And it's absolutely perfect.

    Well, that day, that day,
    When everything was a mess.
    And everything was in place.
    And it's too much hurt.
    Sad. Small. Scared. Alone.
    And everyone's a cynic.
    And it's hard and it's sweet.
    But it's supposed to be like this.

    Well, that day, that day,
    When I sat in the sun.
    And I thought and I cried.
    'Cause I'm sad, scared, small, alone, strong.
    And I'm nothing.
    And I'm true.
    Only a brave man can break through.
    And it's all okay.
    Yeah, it's okay.

    Well, that day, that day.
    I lay down beside myself.
    In this feeling of pain, sadness,
    Scared, small, climbing, crawling,
    Towards the light.
    And it's all that I see.
    And I'm tired and I'm right.
    And I'm wrong.
    And it's beautiful.

    Well, that day, that day.
    What a mess.
    What a marvellous mess.
    We're all the same,
    But no one thinks so.
    And it's okay.
    And I'm small.
    And I'm divine.
    And it's beautiful.
    And it's coming.
    And it's already here.
    And it's absolutely perfect.

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  2. Actually, last two comments from (1), as it's obvious, were written by me, right, Reza!
    I like to come here and read your posts.

    Take care Carol.

    Best wishes.

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