Sombra e luz

É com tristeza que a distância planta a semente da saudade que a memória colhe, como os espinho que adornam rosas, tu inspiras prosas, poemas sem tema numa luz brilhante que cega, a partilhar o tempo que brilha como ouro, o embrulho sagrado do nosso tesouro.
És tu a semente que germina em suspiro de saudade da tarde que deixamos em  Fátima, viagens pelo tempo que a memória para, no flash da objectiva do nosso coração.

Entre nós e tudo o resto fica o que permanece, sempre lucidos na embriagez, nunca fomos linhas paralelas no universos que contemos, onde estrelas sorriem, onde nunca sabemos o amanhã, onde não esqueci o passado que nos deste e que guardamos para quando voltares.

Cumplicidade abençoada, estas palavras são abraços que atravessam oceanos, é irrelevante onde estamos.

O que temos será sempre pouco mas sempre só nosso, como o esplendor do sonho que tenho onde sei que és feliz, como sempre foste, como és.

A mão escreve o que o coração sente, a fortuna na ponta da pena que ilumina o teu destino, magnólias que dão sombra ao infinito, pétala que se consome no movimento do cosmos, na viagem pelos anos de luz que deixamos para trás em direção aos que temos á nossa frente.

Esperamos por ti, espera por nós.

Diamonds and porcelain

Taxi in, taxi out, the word of mouth is law in the throat of hell.

In the guest in the house of the setting sun,
With words from the king who draws the laws we all follow,
Ridding the elephant into the deserts of thought we run from,
Stonning the ego with remorse, no sense of complain,
Forever emotional about beauty, translate love into pain
When the bag is empty, nothing to be declared in vain,
To think outside a box that doesn't exist
There is no desert, the sea is empty and there's no rain.

Diamonds on my tongue, perceptions are high, the dust builds the stars we all follow,
Let it in to let it all out, son of the morning, bastards of the night,
Hyms of mermaids are diamonds in the sky,
emotional as beauty, into the ocean of pleasure we dive.

Conversations that difine infinity, the spirit is tainted and this privation of sleep makes us go deep, into warm porcelain.
Drinking with thirst with demons that make us feel like gods, i'm clay; all calm and counsciousness of fear, fast foward to glowing wisdom, we all perish into nothing.

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

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"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.

M enter

"Eu vim com a nação zumbi!
Ao seu ouvido falar, quero ver a poeira subir e muita fumaça no ar.
Cheguei com meu universo e aterriso no seu pensamento,
trago as luzes dos postes nos olhos, rios e pontes no coração.
Pernambuco em baixo dos pés
E minha mente na imensidão!"

Beyond the horizon

Perfect mental translation: my depression releases me from my bliss, the desease of the soul is only growing stronger.
The cowards ambition? The miserable’s death?
Hold the moon above your knee and you’ll see :)

Walk above thin ground. If we don't share the horizon, look beyond me.
Be free.

Nevermind this.
Tits and Acid and all sounds are fantastic.
This is freedom , i have found my relief.
I have found God in me and i believe.

There is a open hand for each one of us
There is a open door for each one of us

I want to forever fall asleep with you, sleeping into a coma for you.
All existence is meaningless. All for you.
Find what you seek, measure serenity in miniature trees.
All existence is meaningless
A testament of meditation.

I feel happy as long as i feel close to the bottom.

Amnesia

For you.

Only for you i walk alone, arguing with myself against the abscence of discussion.
Each step the thought becomes stronger. Determined.
For this is the word, and it becomes action. The most sacred purpose, the curse of our satisfaction.

You gave me nothing and it still holds for a moment, enought time for me to see it fade away.
How sad it is to love alone. A burden i wish no one.
Son of captivity, i'm the bright in the darkness of your world, every time you close the door and shine a light.

I still find your body in every random corner, as all others do... Hollow as the demon that you invited to your bed.

Again i find myself smilling at emptyness, waiting for the hope of a new dawn. Perpetual ambition of restart.
The sunshine that lights the pad of my solitude, it keeps me walking through the beauty of life, with all it’s scars and broken things.
I am every question without answer and still i drown myself in the beauty that only your hands hold.
Words without meaning. A action without purpose..

Why can i just fade away like i always do?
How can your warmth be so cold?

You don’t need to justify denial, it ends within a birth of a glow..

The less i get, the more i want.

Stardust

So here we are, falling down into oblivium. To begin the end with a thought, permanent dejá vu. Forever in love with you.

Take the hook, a first choise that will forever pervail. But she knows who's holding the line, so i pull the string until she is mine and sweat comes with this need for as long as we can. Pleasure is our demand as we colour our frienship for the end. The longest thought that leads to nowhere... and i am left there. Alone.
The memories that keep warm are the same that get me lonely. Solitude as a friend. I am rust.
All rust. In the star dust.
All on the fellings that i lost in the trail of trust.
I got no need to think in heaven. I'm the Perfect eleven, the portrait of the longest shadow.

Star dust.. So beautifull in love. It is as i prefer in the star dust..

We're we go. Run with us.

One trip in love

Life exists in all the colours of your thoughts. My shinning rainbow, heart of my soul.

Your name, perfect mantra in a single word.

Breath of meditation, beat of all life.

The one love i pursue.

All hope in you.

Manifestações da própria vontade

"Viu a morte chegar sem esperar nela a vida, viu a vida passar sem que esperasse nela a morte"

Eu sou fácil de afastar, basta que ninguém se aproxime.

É nesse sentido que esqueço o passado e perco a crença no futuro. Vivo assombrado pela minha própria capacidade de me confundir, constantemente questionándo-me se estou correcto, abalando os próprios pressupostos da minha existência.

Se me sinto envergonhado do que sou e do que faço, porque não mudar? Avalio o meu carácter atráves da minha capacidade de me levantar do chão onde me sinto confortável.. Não há nada mais forte que a vontade que o pensamento carrega.

Opaque

The taste of nicotine and vodka, I'm craffting signs with the joy of the sun in the depps of my eyes.
Crawling weak into the vacuum of events.. you gold glitter!
This halo shines for sex and magic.

The stains of reflection. We are the brightness of long distante stars.
Ghost machine, phantoms of desire.

I urge to become the light capable of all thing.
Illumination of the precarious nature of human beings.
I see it all around. We all implode in bliss with God on our lips.
Doubt is the cradle for disbelief and the sun is hostile in it’s embrace.
We bloom into all the colours of life..

The aging of the end. The map of dreams for last.

Azo & Benfentoria

Sou mestre de etnias distintas, a magia indigena de selvas e cor, o sonho forjado pelo amor, o fragmento de divindade, a vida que é som, imagem e amizade.
Estou perfeitamente mais interessado na minha viagem do que na viagem de outros.
No entanto, a viagem dos outros é grande parte do que me faz viajar.


Sou incandescente num momento exclusivo em que partilho o que sou. Amor é deus sentado na palma da tua mão, a batida do teu coração, o ritmo da vida, num calor ardente..
E fujo parado pelas profecias do pecado, na tentação do desabafo, na derradeira conclusão.

Na suave superficie da noite, sou o sinonimo do vazio. A opulência do desejo.
No completo da unidade, disfarçado de imaginação clandestina.
Completo extâse de eficiência. Sou escravo da vontade, transparente no sentimento que move a maquinaria corroída pela verdade.

Amor ilimitado. O infinito é nosso.

"As coisas mais belas são ditadas pela loucura e escritas pela razão"

André Gide