O que fazer quando se escondem em fantasmas, as fantasias?
E os longos braços que esperamos como árvores inclinando-se
Não passam de ramos mortos
e dispersos?
Se o mistério que trespassa as intempéries permite que eu fique
Eu fico


Mas não espero

They say "change your heart, look around you". I say "change your lens, look further than you"

on a violent dream, i remember, clowns were like cartoons in special papers of red.
oh no, do not pretend you ignore me just because.
Clowns are dead.
and then saliva cames and rescues me from drought and i start dreaming again.
in that oasis i walked against the wind, but my thoughts went with it.
Therefore my body rested in the North and my mind in the South and everything was perceived as a great departure from myself.
But then a bird arrived in a big wheel sorrounded by stars that were singing and gave me all his attention and care and i start crying.

and the Universe continued throughout time as it has been since before.

while i seat in the backyard of her home, i dream of lovely stories shining, twinkling, sparkling.
while she cuts the grass with her smile walking trough the sun I see you there
looking to me.
Your hand looks old and rough, although tenderness is spreading from your wrist.
What can I do if humans are so numb and heavy? like stones trying to reach the sky. Like raindrops wanting clouds back. We are always wanting and waiting. And never search. We think searching is for those who never fill or fit. For those who do not know how to live in society.
I am sick of people and their small an shrinked mind. That never ask, that never say no. That to avoid discussion prefer to shut up, arrogantly.

PEACE IS NOT A STATE OF MIND! PEACE IS A LIE TO PRETEND WAR DOES NOT EXIST. WORSE: THAT WAR IS NOT WORTH IT.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAhhhhHHHhhhhhhhhh

METAL HEART YOU'RE NOT WORTH A THING

A distância entre mim e ti é infinita.
enquanto não se realizar

I don't like a single thing in your body.
I love them all.



"Solo me hace falta que estes aqui
Con tus ojos claros

Ay! Fogata de amor y guia
Razón de vivir mi vida"

Razón de Vivir (Víctor Heredia)



Why to use words when we believe in pictures?