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.

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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.