inner whirlwind begins with a hint at your finger and tips to the future, lingering along. I dance with the tornado across the shore – everything in me begins with a whirlwind
inhabit your world, your life, your conscience. inhabit your heart, its chambers, all coated in merciful weaving. Inhabit the days, not in bulk, but the moment, and then every single other. Inhabit the times, our history, the call for positive action. Inhabit your house, activate all that’s tangible, make it home. … Continue reading
You are a Yes in two Lovers’ eyes. – LF.
In me there are many layers, they are possibilities clothed in Destiny’s cloak a galaxy hovers over the hollow fecundated by sailing Love in the vessels of our flesh. His eyes pointing to the sunset in the ceiling as another sails, inward, along sinuous under ways in me a heart and then … Continue reading
“The Weight is Over.”
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