this giant waterlilies
and the way nature grows so large when we don't touch it,
the whole of it, the waterfalls, it grows too much
and i let myself
i let me be
i am huge
my being is abrasive
i let me be
my story takes pages and pages,
and so does yours
and i let me be
be me
the waterfalls
the whole iguacu falls
they are all me
and i am theirs
when we remembered to check on her, she had made a mess of herself. shame on her.
Sunday, 30 August 2015
Thursday, 6 August 2015
the end of the story
"you're going to ruin everything by thinking like that." (s)he says.
(i know, i know, and i meant it all the same)
the sad songs you sing have no meaning, none whatsoever
you like saying things aloud, you get a kick out of the song, the movement of your tongue
(lo li ta)
but we were doomed from the start
and im not gonna win this game if i keep playing
because the only thing you have to do in your life is die
(baby, its true)
and i´ve been doing it so well
(i know, i know, and i meant it all the same)
the sad songs you sing have no meaning, none whatsoever
you like saying things aloud, you get a kick out of the song, the movement of your tongue
(lo li ta)
but we were doomed from the start
and im not gonna win this game if i keep playing
because the only thing you have to do in your life is die
(baby, its true)
and i´ve been doing it so well
in space no one can hear you be
plummeting into the abyss between two worlds
silently
slowly
falls
he
he
the words,
they´re not meant for you
for you to see
but i wish it all the same
drop
drop
drop
goes the rain
.
the planets align
the comets arrive
the meteors alight
and you soul is fire
burning
me
a shower of you
the extinction of my species
silently
slowly
falls
he
he
the words,
they´re not meant for you
for you to see
but i wish it all the same
drop
drop
drop
goes the rain
.
the planets align
the comets arrive
the meteors alight
and you soul is fire
burning
me
a shower of you
the extinction of my species
22/03/2014
Wednesday, 5 August 2015
singing the same songs
You're exasperating
like cocaine in its best days
running through my veins
It's side-splitting
how you spin my head like meth
a cheap thrill that leads to death
You're in command,
I'm a soldier in your hand
let you drag me land by land
Trees undress,
I'm foreign in my own country
a pawn in your game of chess
The hunger strikes me again
Drowned in deliriums of fame
Some kind of tragedy,
wreck chords ruin the melody,
can't you at least be discret?
Rotten attitude,
you were my favourite drug
but then I learned about abuse
like cocaine in its best days
running through my veins
It's side-splitting
how you spin my head like meth
a cheap thrill that leads to death
You're in command,
I'm a soldier in your hand
let you drag me land by land
Trees undress,
I'm foreign in my own country
a pawn in your game of chess
The hunger strikes me again
Drowned in deliriums of fame
Some kind of tragedy,
wreck chords ruin the melody,
can't you at least be discret?
Rotten attitude,
you were my favourite drug
but then I learned about abuse
27/06/2011
these melodies
the sun is shining on your lover's bald
you think it's romantic, but it's only a fraud
the lamp is shining on your mother's face
you think you're her son, you're just a disgrace
Is all I do nowadays, lie on the bedroom floor with eyes closed.
Sometime there's music, sometimes not.
Yes, I'm very lonely, yes, pictures all over the floor.
It goes on and on and on and on and on.
you think it's romantic, but it's only a fraud
the lamp is shining on your mother's face
you think you're her son, you're just a disgrace
14/05/2012
Is all I do nowadays, lie on the bedroom floor with eyes closed.
Sometime there's music, sometimes not.
Yes, I'm very lonely, yes, pictures all over the floor.
It goes on and on and on and on and on.
02/12/2011
dead trees on your backyard
It's not the sophisticated words,
carefully phrased sentences,
foreign terms in the right context,
not the meaning
It's the mirrors and windows.
It's always been about them,
everywhere, since the dawn
of humanity,
I don't believe in symbols,
not in the way most do.
But I guess we could say
I don't believe in oracles,
only in translations.
carefully phrased sentences,
foreign terms in the right context,
not the meaning
It's the mirrors and windows.
It's always been about them,
everywhere, since the dawn
of humanity,
I don't believe in symbols,
not in the way most do.
But I guess we could say
I don't believe in oracles,
only in translations.
30/12/2011
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proper definitions with meanings
i'm 19 years old
i should have grown up by now
my grandparents did, at my age
my parents, well, i don't know
i'm 19 years old
when i was very little
i used to think of how I'd be right now
strong and confident
but i'm not strong enough
life is pushing itself against me
like closing walls in an action movie
and i'm so unwise i don't even know
the name of those things
okay, maybe that isn't the best example
see? i can't talk like normal people
i see the world and can't grasp it
but i'm forced to make something of myself
it's... laughable
20/11/2012
Sunday, 2 August 2015
not a sonnet
and i think about this, all the time.
the smell on the top of your head
the fact that we can´t reverse entropy,
and the universe is going to end sometime ahead
about the sounds, and other people´s internal life
that i could never, never even guess
i think and think about how to make people smile
but i can´t never get it for meself
i wish i didn´t know how to worry
a lobotomy isn´t looking so bad tonight
i wish i could at least write better poetry
i wish my poems would rhyme
the world´s end never looked so right
to make this melancholy appropriate to the time
the smell on the top of your head
the fact that we can´t reverse entropy,
and the universe is going to end sometime ahead
about the sounds, and other people´s internal life
that i could never, never even guess
i think and think about how to make people smile
but i can´t never get it for meself
i wish i didn´t know how to worry
a lobotomy isn´t looking so bad tonight
i wish i could at least write better poetry
i wish my poems would rhyme
the world´s end never looked so right
to make this melancholy appropriate to the time
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