Experiência na Cratera

Coloca uma nuvem na boca do vulcão

Começa a descer dentro da nuvem 

através desse Sol central

Perdes os teus sentidos

Desfaz-se o teu corpo

Vais em direção

ao coração

de alguém

sente 

Volcano Heart

Place your flesh

 on the mouth of the volcano

Enter the crater

the dense heat

You plunge

you fell

slow deep

towards 

someone's

Heart

Guitar strings

the last guitar string breaks up now

my heart still longing for the Original

Desiring Wave

My mother tongue touches 

the desiring wave where foam shines

and foam is all there is

Waves within waves

the same first Desire

touching the mother tongue

the senses where we suddenly begin

There is one wave of Desire

All there Is come Here to touch

and become You 

The Room Between

The Poet-in-myself builds the forest where trees will dream of a room covered with their dark and light brown flesh. 
Flesh-in-itself. Calmly boiling in the name of Things, red bodily things.

Veins of wood will bleed on the bed where we question hours dark and light, covering flesh unstable.
Veins agitate and write on the floor like knives madly carving signs on Matters.
Veins-in-themselves, in the name of Things. Absolute bodies.
Imposing Matters, like those women arriving from the mountains and running. Those women are chaining packs of wolves that long for other possible moons

Feel the absence of redemptive Signs. Drink this alcohol.
This Poet is not here, not within our forest or room, not within our trembling memory or imagining fevers, not within streams against streams opposing Angst and Peace

If only you could drain this Desire escaping my bodily frame, escaping massively towards an Idea, maybe Faith of place where bodies open their chests 

Maybe, no longer, between, amongst poets-in-themselves... We are building poets from scratch. Out of nonsense alphabeths...

If only you could come to the core of the bed where we conceive more agitation and remote pain...
Maybe we are chests and treasures doubting amongst Truths and Things.
We explode and abandon primitive Symbols meaning Indefinite Search, beyond Absolutes

The Universe suffers from Symbols

Every chest aches while disclosing fractured crosses

no longer, between, amongst our arms looking for One crucial dawning   

my room I believe grows higher than the whole forest and deeper than the whole source of my First Aching.

Crucial muscles ache

My suffering is capable of everything in Art and other ways, fringe ways, touching burnt ruins, between, amongst, some fibers breathing, grasping warm silence or madness. 

No one knows the matters that suddenly change.

hearts beat and stop suddenly. 
Change of matters.
Tongue lost    

mother faith

I believe in memory of mother faith

I lose and redeem myself in mother faith 

and Truth happens beyond my flowing bodies

I love mother faith within everything vital

I conclude no one is orphan 

projetos de trevas

uma palavra, uma saliva, uma matéria mais ardente

uma angústia branca sobe e desce pelas paredes.

nunca adormece.

algo acontece dentro da pedra, sempre uma agitação inclinada para o Infinito.

uma angústia aquece e arrefece à flor da pele.

nunca adormece neste berço de carne.

os teus olhos movem um mistério vermelho, 

um animal ferido no nosso sangue, silêncio.

a vida toda lança Eros contra projetos de trevas

imensa pressão de cântico ou incêndio nesta boca, 

procuramos caminhos na floresta

sofremos de Tudo até Êxtase de Corpo

a urgência e o pânico das trevas dentro de Eros

a vida toda lança o Fundo à Flor   

Mulher-Livre-Noite

uma mulher dentro da cela dentro da noite

faz frio de ferro na fúria do corpo

noite dentro da cela dentro da mulher

faz vento no Amor Livre  

My Cell

I dream of cells when my warm blankets are heavy
the stone walls resist against my wild perspiration
my wild knives engraving reasons for living and dying

every love is an art of incising the Reason for living and dying
writing the Absoluteness of boundless symbols within deepest layers of skin 

This is an exercise and I enjoy suffering as a Method for Far Ends

My cell is now dreaming of birds
and I perspire more than gladiators

here I grow up indefinitely till the ceiling of many Ideas or Powers
breathing faith or force capable of embracing mountains

 and mountains move and revolve around here 
around my still nature
my quiet wings observing All Possibles

a cell is a line of fire warming my infinite body
here I shall be always on the brink of explosion or meaning

Define X

my definition undergoes much suffering

a frontier dreams the body of my dreamer

between high walls 

and higher window and iron bars and more

the confusion of light and shade

wrestling against Absolute

gray skin

my skin unfolds our pages on the ground

learning how to enter into dark streams

the invisible screaming calls for waves

come here and read again this story of urgency

if only you love the spectrum of first springs  

when the whole silence misses language 

maybe between becomings  

fully in between becomings 

when the courage to be burns deeper than possible

you sense truth without touching the best hypothesis

remember the temperature of being between becomings

and the absolute nonsense of longing for more than first springs and open chests and dormant volcanoes 

come here and study this inner geography

come here and devise a new method of feeling nonsense 

the urgency of a new disorder from within

if only you desire open chests

on the brink of the steepest descent

towards a future infinity of ours

from within 

all language implies open chests

feeling hungry hypothesis

between becomings   

if only maybe you or me or not-me

could save a gray page 

a gray half-page 

from within spring angst

we would love

beyond

humus 

Approaching Dawn

approaching dawn through that silent river 

on the moon 

under skin

we are most furious flesh

approaching dawn through dark fruits 

boiling 

core muscles

furious lips agree and disagree 

plunging into the pulp of nature

before morning comes

we feel the first wilderness 

and last ignorance

between layers of skin we speak

many mother tongues

boiling core muscles

waters off coast  

eyes off light

groping dense fibers

muscles falling higher than this World