Forças

Peço desculpa pela chuva e pela neve.
Hoje, chovi e nevei bastante.
Amanhã, serei todo uma melhor meteorologia para preparar novas leis. Sobretudo as leis das tempestades, que carecem de melodias e de fábulas com frutos que não morrem.
São muito ácidos os frutos que morrem, o seu ácido ameaça e estremece na imaginação, mesmo quando ainda estão doces. A juventude é uma imortalidade efémera. Preparo um livro com n páginas de n jovens, inteiramente sobre o voo trémulo das borboletas.

Silencio

Assaltar o silêncio pelas traseiras da noite. urge.
para que uma palavra abra chamas no centro da madeira da porta. híbrida. meio-mulher meio-leão meio-sol.
principiar sem ansiedade pelo fim do conto. principiar à sombra implícita no coração. vários músculos e o vazio que contrai e dilata como as memórias da boca. duas bocas, inúmeros lábios. coerentemente líquidos como os enigmas robustos no leito. vapor, pedra, nuvem interior.
conto-me coisas e fico muito íntimo de mim. no direito e no avesso. nos vários estratos de pele descontínua e aleatória nas colisões infinitas com o possível e o outro. o devorador.

Defy the Master Grammar

Defy the Master Stories, the Master Grammar Stories, the Master Body Grammar Stories.
Fall and surge without investigating the truth from common places. Truth awaits music...

Implosion at the surface

I am the stories that flow untold. in close touching prospect.
Understanding revolves intensities and strengths, very many, very much.
I wish I could fold this sunset as if. as if it were a future book or a past hand on my perspiring postmythic lives.
I would cover the ruins of your many nightly bodies with my bare orange-yellow-blue lips, the stratified skin of my lips, veiled and unveiled according to the random gusts of wind.
There is nothing tragic in the wind but a possible communion with birds. boiling oxygen. partly in pursuit. partly in fugue.
yet writing this becomes the flesh and blood of this.
who am it? who is i? who goes and connects the forces after all. increasingly as if wounded.
no meaning. no sense. silencio. no applauses. because you sing my factories and fabrics. silencio.
no guarantee whatsoever. satisfaction surrounds the minute muscles.
at the end of the day. the major mechanism leads to the mouth. empty. as of fire. mythical fire. less empty than rocks in quest for a last caress.
touch me before the point from which nothing feels as before. please.
You remained the other riverbank located in the wild region of my unreadable articulations. Nobody can tell the unstoried veins grounded in inflammatory quests for. through. over. till. your remains need you most. so do i. to confort the shades. dense. as of flesh and iron.
A seemingly implicated life opens. please.

aporias

This is an hypothesis to be eventually watered and embraced and overcome.
Love is a vertigo and a flight.
From the bottom of a pathless forest, much sun, much detail, like the minute curves of being. From the angle of after-tomorrow, today can be a crucial route or a broken bridge. Who knows? The arrow and the bow and the arms and the wind and the strength of mine? And the continuous tension of it all, perfectly still, now?