Agosto

Se Agosto fosse realmente a gosto, gostava que me perguntassem primeiro.

 

Anónimo 

Sainthood

One quiet afternoon, after a light rain

Qualintefarus saw a bundle of worms 

unborrowing from the ground.

"What are you doing you worms?!"

"We all here trying to make this one stop!" - many said in unison.

"And what You trying to do?"

"These guys are just Demons and I'll bring them down to with me to Heaven!"

So said Santo Antão.

 

Anonymous

 

Go limp

Sometimes you get punched so many times in a row,

You start thinking you deserve it.

Anonymous 

John on the train

Heard a conversation on the train

It was a woman and a man with a cane

He said: "My dear you don't owe anythin' 

No one should be in debt

For the involuntary niceties of others you met

As most of them

don't know what they're doing"

Anonymous 

Stuff fails

Half of life is not caring that stuff fails, the rest is only thinking about why it's failing.

Anonymous 

Sliding down the wall of being

A drop of misleading guidance

will always be better than some avalanche of rightousness.

Anonymous

Dependes

Quanto depende um do próprio e do seguinte?

Independentemente da independência de um, depende sempre de si e de si próprio, interdependente entre o ser e como se imagina.

Depende do seguinte, do ambiente e das leis, do homem e da natureza.

Isolado ou em conjunto, é organismo incluido. Mesmo auto-excluindo-se de um universo, cria outro para se incluir. Mesmo que imaginário. 

Anónimo 

Overwritten

Mostly, you're just a palimpsest in human form.

 

Anonymous

Déjà Rêvé

It was time for a much delayed incursion into the land of dreams.

The battlefields of incongruity were the same as they've always been.

Traces of future comings fought impossible desires, to become trapped in the nets of memory.

To be a fly in the wall in these fields was always an exhilaration.

An extra on a set where the director and protagonist commands and rewrites at each turn of the page. A flower in a field below the flight of an eagle. The forgotten dead in the experiments of a mad scientist or the incognito helper for the torturer of the enemy's army. 

All these were the desires and fears of the dreamer.. Seldom were the blinks of premonition. Even seldomer were the perceptions of such prints on the mind.

But sometimes, one would pick at random a light in a dark corner, a face at a distance, the color of the books in a shelf. And they would write it in the back of their mind. For later remembrance. 

And they would say: "I've seen this before..."

I really can't stand dreams.

Anonymous

Cada vez mais sinto-me menos

Uma presença 

Mas uma forma deixada no vazio

Por uma entidade que deixou de lá estar

E só em aparência retém o ser

E, no entanto, recordo-me:

Outrora fomos infinitos

Anónimo

Sons que constroem

Um caminho tem duas direcções por onde passam muitos ventos. Dois destinos e duas origens. Dir-se-ia que os ventos erodem, mas estes que aquecem, constroem. 

Quando o som já não aquece para um destino, é normal a estrada se desfazer.

Anónimo 

John at the tracks

You run at your own pace, I am counting the strides.

And all keep on passing the same goal marks

Anónimo

Confidence

When do you start to be a “teacher”?
And believe your truth to be the one
To propagate
And do you start to become aggressive about it?
About you being sound and have experience on
The consequences of not knowing
Your truth…
To the listener the warning not to listen completely
And to forge your own sound.

Only mine should be the wind in your ears.

Anonymous

Tolero

Será que tolero o "tolero" porque quero ser tolerado? 

Serei tolo?

Se com quem me dou é, então serei também...

E que o hospício está cheio de "génios".

Nunca é tarde, mas por ser tarde posso já não ir a tempo.

Anónimo 

Sue

Sometimes Sue just needs someone to side with her.

Anonymous