Among the Waves: Serious lovemaking

 those are Atlantic waves in the northern hemisphere

when I am one-within-their-force

a serious process of lovemaking flows-over-flows

it involves full-body caressing, breathless kissing

and Everything beyond the bounds of mere human flesh

Nevoeiro de paz (com sinais de guerra)

Tudo acontece ainda no meu corpo: um acampamento de guerreiros à espera dos sinais para o ataque surpresa contra a Desordem Abstrata de Tudo... não se vê, não se ouve, não se sente nem pressente a Claridade do Sinal de comando: apenas nevoeiro trazendo a confusão dos sentidos que pode salvar a inteligência

Ainda no meu corpo acontecem Poemas de pranto e fragmentos de grito: a densidade do nevoeiro interrompa a guerra.

Sempre no meu corpo: o nevoeiro matinal é como uma conquista do dia pela noite. A hipnose pós-traumática prolonga a noite no espaço

Atenção hipervigilante: uma inclinação do corpo sobre as sombras de outros corpos possíveis: somos as incógnitas silenciosas tocando com terror o Indefinido calor dos corpos vivos irreconhecíveis

Continua a expectação do Sinal do massacre noturno, mas o nevoeiro confunde a estratégia: é a potência do nevoeiro que desorienta as armas, as direções perdidas do fogo: Que fazem as Fúrias dentro das minhas feridas?

o nevoeiro sobe das águas frias do Oceano Ocidental e destrói as fortificações litorais

A atmosfera densa do nevoeiro altera os sentidos do movimento, as relações corpo-a-corpo no ar e no chão, as forças magnéticas do horizonte, as conexões dos caminhos possíveis

A paz inexorável interroga os músculos da exaustão sangrenta: Rendição incondicional ou combate cego ou angústia obscura ou aliança de paz? 

Pedras cruas no coração do Poema

sinto pedras cruas no coração apaixonado do Poema

será preciso mastigar esta matéria?

 

Esperar e desejar um corpo-capaz-de-nascer mais aéreo

 

My Source Code

 

Deus ipse in fieri est : Gott selbst ist im Bewegung

 

lex libidinis: la ley del deseo

Homeless origins and homeless ways: la ley del deseo agrees and disagrees with feelings of uneasiness

Love itself binds and breaks the conditions of sailing: This is Everything, the alteration of Beginning in the beach where the Lost and the Anguished pray to the Lady of the Rocks 

The waves cry for the approach, the wholly new approach, as if it were the Wisdom deciphering la ley del deseo, within the union, disunion, reunion, communion of flesh and blood after the abyss of war

Love itself tries and insists on trying to learn the words, the better words where we can start the journey, despite the stones, mountains of stones recently discovered around the orbits of chaos, orbits confusedly drawing our flesh and blood, and their venture

The waves cry for time, more time before and after the rocks, while the vast waters grow, or blossom, or liberate my hands against darkness, against the event where catastrophe and ecstasy are whispering my name 

Love itself is the memory of an uncertain vein bleeding between two waves crying for more, many more flames than roses 

The waves cry for the naked bodies of explorers looking for the gestures that signify the departure, the wandering, the arrival, again, once again, between two waves of fire  

the Possibility of beginning anew, beyond language and world, never and always

Love itself progresses and transgresses, while asking the Priority of winds: Are you willing to try the beginnings, beyond the idea of garden and rose, and beyond the summer of the breasts under dark-gray-red enigma?   

The waves cry for the burning moment, still moving, the first time stopping and moving, becoming One under the sun

the novelty of touching, the first time, never again, and always recurring, as though hope were the Power, everything and nothing, the hope of the living, the invention of language, body language 

(la ley del deseo resolves the red Enigma and repeats the Beginning everywhere) 

a liberdade vem do Futuro

 

I build the bridge, I become the bridge, I cross the bridge

 há muitos abismos na minha imaginação da Esperança

no fundo de cada abismo corre um sangue novo

construo a ponte com a madeira viva do meu corpo inacabado

a ponte que balança sobre o vazio-pleno abismo 

a ponte que vibra entre os ventos do abismo 

a ponte que cresce na adolescência do abismo

comigo, em mim, por mim

enquanto ainda há 

atmosfera 

no Mito-de-Eros   

Science of Eros: My First Axiomata, Theoremata, & Problemata

AXIOMATA of the Theoria of Eros

Alpha: Eros is the self-evidence of the wind, agitating within: first breath  

Beta: Eros alters the rhythm of breathing: First danger of collapse 

Gama: ...

 

THEOREMATA of the Poiesis of Eros

Alpha: The wind of Eros roils and clears my waters: First foam reveals first breathing.

Beta:  The first alteration of breathing saves every dawn from collapse.

Gama: ...

PROBLEMATA of the Praxis of Eros

Alpha: How can mouth-to-mouth resuscitation be given, be received, be shared, under fire, under water, under confusion?

Beta: ...

Gama: ...

Tout se passe sous la peau : mon activité sismique intense

 

Acontece-me no corpo: Uma nuvem Indefinida

 

vapor of Unknown is descending from Future Storms

 sit down and breathe beyond and above the forest of symbols

savor this hour and the threshold under or within the tension of your limbs

for this is the radical hour of subtle sugars and subtle acids 

you are expected here now. you are exactly where the beginning meets the invisible. such an effort of all senses held together. you imagine the history. it was perplexing. it could be otherwise. The past is still boiling, you can feel it. The past keeps the original strength, partly capable of being otherwise, and striking otherwise. the past is growing and changing. you can return if you put the right muscles into action. sometimes you cannot discern the face of pain and the face of pleasure. you can return to the places and times and bodies, although it consumes a lot of energy, generates heat, dissipates vapor of Unknown. 

Future is inviting the freshest blood into new characters. you need not to retrieve the old vocabulary, the old gestures. yes, you are allowed and encouraged to forget and to remember and to travel. how many tongues can you

 a misty wind is uprooting some mute, infant Chaos

disarm your imagination and love this vapor of Unknown. you can breathe. it contains some secrets of organic chemistry and other equations overflowing with Unknowns

you can draw parables in the air, expressing those equations of Future Storms warmly 

you can draw the breasts you desire as long as you keep your eyes wide shut, silently concentrating on the temperature and humidity of this mist of Unfulfilled

physically, hyperphysically, you are approaching the tension you need to cross and inhabit