Definição

marrakech
Originally uploaded by Mademoiselle Molly Fryxell

Chamei as palavras para me ajudarem na definição.
Foram poucas as que vieram.
Rejeitamos as metáforas e os eufemismos.
Foram poucas as que ficaram.
Procurei o verbo. Inventei o sujeito e forcei o objecto.

Encontrei o sentido.

Sometimes is black. some other times i wished it could be white. There's the rainbow in my head and i am not quite sure with which colour i should paint my heart.

paint and wash.
paint again and wash again.
Don't stop painting.
clean water during the night....

it is everyday a new colour, everyday a new painter. Maybe one day i'll find out which one was on it the day you washed my heart away.

bring the wine and cut cake.
i bought the balloons and decorated the place.
put my best dress and curled my hair.

there's no more wine and cake is untouched.
the chair with your name is empty and cold...

no more place for cigarettes on the ashtray...

A stranger has come
To share my room in the house not right in the head,
A girl mad as birds

Bolting the night of the door with her arm her plume.
Strait in the mazed bed
She deludes the heaven-proof house with entering clouds

Yet she deludes with walking the nightmarish room,
At large as the dead,
Or rides the imagined oceans of the male wards.

She has come possessed
Who admits the delusive light through the bouncing wall,
Possessed by the skies

She sleeps in the narrow trough yet she walks the dust
Yet raves at her will
On the madhouse boards worn thin by my walking tears.

And taken by light in her arms at long and dear last
I may without fail
Suffer the first vision that set fire to the stars.


Dylan Thomas

João Pestana

Originally uploaded by Zack Attack.

Consta que lhe fechou os olhos, arrancou-lhe o sorriso da cara, despiu-a das energias que ela mesma cismava em arrastar...

Wortschatz

the thoughts that fill your mind at night 208/365
Originally uploaded by shes_jack

Wie viele Wörter braucht man, um jemanden zu verletzen?

Einwegbeziehung

Originally uploaded by Ellie Niemeyer

c'est ça.

o fim sem começo.

brincamos a adiar o começo.
tenho os pés sujos de terra molhada.
colaram-se ervas daninhas.
a embriaguez perturba a orientação.

finalmente.


cheguei para não entrar.

tenho os pés sujos de terra molhada.

e a chuva enferrujou o portão.

let's grow up and do some shit...

How much do you need?
Originally uploaded by Slightly Amazing Grace

fill the apartment with colourful baloons and blow them all - eat an ice cream on a winter day - get a sex toy - hug a stranger in the middle of the street - stand under the rain - build a treehouse - smoke & talk until daylight - leave the house with no shoes - believe in santa - make a picnic in the middle of the road - stop drinking coffee - watch cartoons on a sunday morning - write a letter to a good old friend - glue pictures on the ceiling - count shooting stars with a friend - jump for no reason - play hide&seek - read fairy tales - make fotos with a snowman - forget to be a grown up.