another nameless sigh another, nameless. And I stare at the light in the train carriage. I guess in the absence of Faith, that will do. Commute, bandage your face, turn your tongue into a paper weight and dismantle the church bells but feed the pigeons by the piazza, nonetheless. none: the less … Continue reading
Neese oco cabe tudo. Desse oco saem outros. O oco povoa o mundo. Ter consciencia do oco faz do oco nao so’ ninho mas presente. Tem gente que so’ pensa no oco quando esse esvazia ou enche. Agora carrego essa marca – uma tatuagem da vida: No meu oco esta’ desenhado um sol-poente. (E … Continue reading
God, this can’t be happening again. (Pause) After 1945 the world seemed to agree that we would not stand by and watch idly while people were massacred by their leaders. (Pause) God? (Short Pause) Haven’t we all agreed on this? (Pause) This is not about You, is it? (beat) It’s up to us alone. (Silence)
I knew it! I touch the world with my Eye. The flames that burn by the gates of my soul send out sparks to the world with a note on their wings, it says: ‘I shall see!’
“did you say prison or prism? what are the bars that surround you made of? Iron or Colours?
shed that heavy cloak shed that heavy cloak shed that heavy cloak shed that heavy cloak – at what point did you take that oath? it is your path and not some doomed heirloom that will keep you from walking on, and on and on and on and take time to enjoy the view.
Inhabiting the attic and the world was the road you walked during your lunch hour. You had your hat on and a coat and from your neck they dangled: Two cameras. Your eyes lingering on reflections – what were you thinking? Boxes found – a lifetime bound in cardboard and gelatin: Suitcases, three … Continue reading
O espirito de um pais enterrado em um escapamento de caminhao finalmente escapa ‘a sua clausura reencontrando seu rosto ‘a caminho das ruas.