Sunday, January 29, 2006

From crush to crash (or I'll bring you flowers if we don't make it)

We crashed. Nothing seemed to make any sense. Nothing but talking unhurriedly. Nothing but fever, she said. Nothing but some hair seems wasted. I'll do it for the sake of poets and songs. I'll make it rime.

She smells like the flowers.
She looks like she's groing.
She looks like she has wings.
She can't leave the ground.
She wants it to rain now.

Wednesday, January 25, 2006

Just playing the Sun

So you wanna go where the wind don't blow. Forgetting that you keep it from stopping as you breathe. You make it windy. Only you make it better than God does. 'Cause you breathe it in and let it out warm.
Fear not the wind, Lady Kate.

Wednesday, November 02, 2005

Big Moe. Who is this man?

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Tuesday, October 18, 2005

As my true talents developed, they left me completely incapable of life, as becomes a true artist, capable only of thoughts and feelings; of thoughts because I felt, and of feelings because I thought. In fact, under the illusion of creating myself, I created only what I felt and was able to believe.

Luigi Pirandello

Saturday, October 08, 2005

Blue like Yves

I keep on tumblin' but the ground won't take me. All dirty, head to toes and toes to soul. And it better rain wine. 'Cause water won´t wash me. It better snow love, 'cause ice won't cool me.
And you better come up, 'cause I can´t digg any deeper. You better make it soon before you find out it's already too late.
Blue like Yves, red as wine, cold as you. My heart. And my burning blood won't melt it. I've seen it all but only my eyes got their pockets full. 'Cause the ones around my hips are empty.
Around your hips should I be, and maybe it could be over. As it should.

Thursday, October 06, 2005

Help me Lord like I helped her. May she rest in peace. May she rest, 'cause the rest of us won't. May time teach her that the only thing that time does is go away and take it all with him. And he never got his rest. Never he had stopped untill now.

Wednesday, October 05, 2005

Destiny? Little you know about that. And little you will. I don't believe in destiny as I don't believe in lies. As I don't believe. You can't have death being the judge of life. As you can't make it sweeter with salt. As you can't wash your hands with destiny. And if you try to, there's no water in the deepest sea gonna ever wash them again.
You must learn to walk your own feet. 'Cause the road won't.
You will learn that death is being lost, not knowing the strange place where you are is the familiar place where you've allways been. The place you never left.
'Cause you paid your ticket to the road and ended up robbed by the driver that was never there.