Meeting beauty

While in São Paulo, I met Marlon Teixeira.

He’s sweet, shy and funny.

I’m in heaven.

(video: Marlon and Jamie Wise  directed by Nicolas Valois for Soon International)

 

Away

I won’t be able to post regularly this week.

For that I am very sorry.

I’ve got some novelty in store for you.

Veredict

What is more deceiving: faces, dreams or memories?

So bounding, so powerful, so deceitful

Fertile

Now you do, now you do

Baby, now you do

Sewing

Me now

Today I shall pose

And try to send all my love to the camera

Poetry

I had considered posting a different, life-changing poem here every single day of this week – to increase the weight of words in this space.

But then I pondered: I’m not very much into reading poetry – I prefer listening to it. Its sonority enchants me – isn’t it the most profound lyrics?

Well, if you like words they might be. If they’re well written they might be. If they are crafed artistically they might be. If they move you they might be.

If if if if.

I’m undecided about it again.

Game addict

It’s you, it’s you, it’s all for you
Everything I do
I tell you all the time
Heaven is a place on earth with you

This is my idea of fun

Navigate

I’m undecided about you again
Mightn’t be right that you’re not here

Everything good I deem too good to be true
Everything else is just a bore
Everything I have to look forward to
Has a pretty painful and very imposing before

What’id you do that for?
Saying there’s nothing to it
Then letting it go by the boards

Tribulations

We have made our mistakes
We have gone up and down

Once again I have crossed

OVER

Musical relief

These lyrics have defined my existence more than once:

Music: my redeemer.

It’s time

May the new year signal the beginning of a new era of justice, equality and… freedom.

Happy 2012!

Have a creative one

Gloom and Dawn

*

Shredding hearts in most thin threads
Balls of yarn, walls of care
Moving ceilings here and there

Solace in losing, a desperate patch
Matching emotions one cannot have

These broken feelings underneath and above
Secluded keenness: a fruitless grove
The time is now, the dusk of love

**

Nature

Till the day
Is ending
And the birds
Are silent
And the insects
Are courting

By the shores
Heavy stones
Are falling

Blank

As soon as I’m
Left alone
The Devil wanders
Into my soul
And I pretend to myself

*
Oh, something metal
Tearing my stomach out
If you think ill of me
*

All those places
That I recall
The memories that grip me
And pin me down
*

(PJ Harvey)

Void

…

Every sentiment has its hidden roots,
Many failed attempts to grow a bloom,
Pure affection is seldom pruned.

Tears that dry though never wept,
Yearning for sharing: a most insistent sap

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