When Restlessness seduces the Thought, kisses the Prose and Caresses Poetry, Memory is the only place where we can change the past and paint the present as our version of the future...
P.RestLessMind x (2017)
Saturday, March 25, 2017
Viver 2 vezes...
Quando a Inquietude, seduz o pensamento, beija a Prosa e Acaricia a Poesia, a Memória é o único sitio onde nós, se quisermos, podemos mudar o passado e pintar o presente como a nossa versão do futuro...
P.RestLessMind x (2017)
P.RestLessMind x (2017)
Sunday, March 19, 2017
The Paper...
On a new and folded paper
who pretends to be old and wrinkled ...
regurgitate loose letters
who stumble awkwardly in already made hollow phrases
On a new and folded paper
who pretends to be old and wrinkled ...
there are things that happen in the shadow of empty stories
there are words,
rebellious, chaotic, scared...
hidden pieces of stolen lives
that being so shaved and scratched
do not feel what they say ...
Nor say what they feel !
P.RestLessMind x(2017)
who pretends to be old and wrinkled ...
regurgitate loose letters
who stumble awkwardly in already made hollow phrases
On a new and folded paper
who pretends to be old and wrinkled ...
there are things that happen in the shadow of empty stories
there are words,
rebellious, chaotic, scared...
hidden pieces of stolen lives
that being so shaved and scratched
do not feel what they say ...
Nor say what they feel !
P.RestLessMind x(2017)
O Papel...
No papel novo e dobrado
que finge ser velho e enrugado...
Regurgitam letras soltas
que tropeçam desajeitadamente
em frases feitas e ocas
No papel novo e dobrado
que finge ser velho e enrugado...
Há coisas que acontecem
na sombra de histórias soltas
Existem Palavras,
rebeldes, caóticas, assustadas, escondidas
pedaços de vidas roubadas
que de tão rasuradas e riscadas
não sentem o que dizem...
nem dizem o que sentem !
P.RestLessMind x(2017)
que finge ser velho e enrugado...
Regurgitam letras soltas
que tropeçam desajeitadamente
em frases feitas e ocas
No papel novo e dobrado
que finge ser velho e enrugado...
Há coisas que acontecem
na sombra de histórias soltas
Existem Palavras,
rebeldes, caóticas, assustadas, escondidas
pedaços de vidas roubadas
que de tão rasuradas e riscadas
não sentem o que dizem...
nem dizem o que sentem !
P.RestLessMind x(2017)
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