AC\ID, it's me!

Poetry my luggage, I'm heading to burning churches in the northern sky, the worlds flow, with thoughts as wings and feathers with paint that draw the clouds in the night sky.
Experiences with light as me and my friends ride bicycles on the moon, looking for a permanent sunset, the journey of life always ends too soon.

Dust the dirt below the horizon, swallow the nose near galaxies too far, see the alignment of the stars testify the dead of night, the birth of wilderness of life, where the eyes hide from the sun, behind the invisible shield of plastic faith in things that now are known to exist.

Illusion broken as it cuts deep, feel the humming of pain grinding my teeth, evil birth at the word of mouth. I'm the element carved from water and under stress collapse into steam, the exclamation pointing out to the meaning, What a dream!

Timeless speed in polaroid themes, ancient default prodigal fiends, details neglected from within.
But at least i learn it here, where the chord lies the beat, to swallow frogs alive, running the power lights that chases us through the dark we sweat.

It's not a dream, but the perfect translation of all you don't understand within yourself.

It's ending as it begun, only the sound of silk that bruises flesh, and words grind against paper blank, always more of the same, forever dream.

No translation avaiable.

Time To Go

"Thanks to everyone for everything you've done but now it's time to go
You know it's hard, we've had some fun but now we've almost done it's time to go.

Who could ask for more?"


Supergrass - Time To Go

Phoenix In Flames

"She burns as bright as the sun
and she falls darker than night
She shines as light as these days
And she fades faster than time
Phoenix in flames"

Converge - "Jane Doe" (2001)

Eating stone with a smile

Speaking in silence beneath barriers of sound and pouring sweat, eyes shut for the dry mouth leave the soul wet.
A river streaming the landscape of imagination, a magnificent blaze of need, always and always more of the same, essential requirement for the expected gratification to come.

So open your heart and fold your mouth into silence, i'll share with you the ladder that keeps me high as we forever hold hands, with fingers licking rocks, flaming lips and eyes that shine while elephants bring the passage of time. I'm sharing the genesis of memories i've dreamt. I know they i'll be all death but don't complain, enjoy instead.

Loaded lungs swallow salt blended with vodka and smoke, sweet gum washes my mouth from filth as the yellow fire burns the night into day, another strawberry dancing revolution, a felling systeshis tributing love with kisses and hugs.

Now time ceases to be, seeing sleep far away as i rest my head for dreams to come, welcome imagination and share your thoughts, i'll need them when you're gone and i'm still awake, seeking truth in the future to come, a perpetual forever genesis.



With the lights on our eyes, so much we shared, so little remains.

A whisper for God

Embeded in bed, try to climb the walls of sleep, being doubtful as i perform sythesis between thought and action, into the supression of thing.
Infinity is just the limitation of our perceptions.

Pale snow,cool beat, bite tongue, with theeth.
Fragile i draw the lines that build the moonlight, i see the path of forever, trought the passage of night.
We're the owners of time, an exotic boredom from all that's mine.
All i got... further adjustments required.

Searching for the answer in the face of god, i'm alive, moaning at the gates of hell, praying words on my knees, drawing lines on my conscience, waiting in line for my turn to become divine.

Behind Reason, beyond words

A psychedelic experience is characterized by the perception of aspects of one's mind previously unknown, or by the creative exuberance of the mind liberated from its ostensibly ordinary fetters.

Psychedelic states are an array of experiences elicited by sensory deprivation as well as by psychedelic substances. Such experiences include hallucinations, changes of perception, synesthesia, altered states of awareness, mystical states, and occasionally states resembling psychosis.

"Life is only a dream and we are the imagination of ourselves." Bill Hicks

Always on the run

És a chuva que enche este rio, as paginas onde escrevo estas palavras, o sonho que preenche esta vida, mais uma estrela no céu, a luz que mais brilha.
A mensageira da razão, o incenso da paz, o calor que só o sol trás. És o beijo perfeito, o fogo que aquece esta alma, o rastilho que inflama o prazer até ao auge que só o teu corpo oferece.
Sou a caneta e tu a tinta, a vida a página que a nossa paixão assina. Sou o relógio mas só funciono porque existes, tu és o tempo em que a minha lógica existe, o sabor que persiste.

Não digas que não te amo… Diz que sou cego, que não sei a verdade sobre o que é a felicidade. Diz que me perco na confusão da minha própria ignorância.

Diz tudo isto mas não digas que não te amo.



Afogo o meu coração na amargura do arrependimento. Voltar atrás não é opção, é erro sem bençao.

Temple of Doom

Run. Begin to run.. Run away, far away my jupiter. Far away from me.
In the way of lost responsability, where i can't be pleased.
Where all we have are pictures, images frost from fellings lost.

Divine silver of unholy friends and lost years and weekends and step by step towards the end.

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My perceptions are high, slow down flow of panic, relax. Exthasic to the pain of my own blame.

White lines... wide awake. Stand tall and walk away. Another night, another day. Eternal flow of circunstances, no profit, no chances.

The smile of rain, the colour black. Eyes closed tight. Still black, no line in the horizon, no bliss in the sky.

In fortune's fool, slave of my own destiny.


All for me.

April 19, Bicycle Day

“It happened on a May morning — I have forgotten the year — but I can still point to the exact spot where it occurred, on a forest path on Martinsberg above Baden,” he wrote in “LSD: My Problem Child.” “As I strolled through the freshly greened woods filled with bird song and lit up by the morning sun, all at once everything appeared in an uncommonly clear light.

“It shone with the most beautiful radiance, speaking to the heart, as though it wanted to encompass me in its majesty. I was filled with an indescribable sensation of joy, oneness and blissful security.”

Dr. Hofmann

Mute Melodies

Emotions are lights fading away. Cruel as it is, i am alone with myself again, fall down the rainbow, i now see all grey.
Locked inside myself, alone with all this hurt, i am none, the nothing that pleases the rain.

Again and again the story ends and i walk alone. The thought becomes flat as i point towards the end.

In the shape of a loss i let slip between my fingers, i realize i still have no hand.

My heart works in ways i wish i could forget. The hurt, the dark... no words describe.