13 October, 2007


All these moments of meekness and trembling subsided. In the outright abandon of this orphan child. Home is on the highway living on soft bread and solace. I guess I’m waiting for night fall or a solar eclipse. And to wake up half empty. Only to be filled again with mourning. He’s my evil shadow dove. My black Palamito. Can’t break him like a diamond skullI can’t seem to do so . Can’t just rob him out like themob used to do so. Like memories of porno and tearstainsand tobacco. O its a miny disastro. Bigger than the ice age don’t know if baby dinosaurs. Maybe could live through it, like indians and butterflies. What’s crushed is my spirit, O I fear it is too fragileLike fall leaves burn like paperI always knew. I would spend a lot of time alone. No one would understand me. Maybe I should go and live amongst the animals. Spend all my time amongst the animals. And on the tracks I would go they lead to the sea. To be amongst the animals. Oh I’m just a fill leaf something simple and shy like that. That’s how my heart lies down beside the sidewalk. Like an empty restaurant filled with perfume and balloonsI sit and entertain the bizarre ghosts of my soul. His name still lingers maybe lactates on my tongue. Perhaps I’m just teel him for a foreign fallen destiny. Miserable but mine. I look like his mother Or Sophia foren in a old fashioned movie. Slow motion I cling to my child desperate for love. On day soon my brother died made me remember all. the Subordinate feelings I cast aside. Maybe I had lied when I said I was ok. Just getting along like a little song that stops to sing and say“Wild willow, windy winter won’t you blow through me .My who eternity”



Anonymous alguma coisa... said...

Ainda bem que as vezes sou tortuga... outras girassol...
Também prefiro eles cocci!!!

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