tonight

America bled to death
Electric & pregnant
Brilliant sluts & fire worship
Devouring the righteous
We were just monkeys braiding thread
We were golden needles
Diamonds and pollen
And Coma White
A manniqueen of depression
The face of a Dead Star
Fagged out for the corner
She was so soft in the bed
And the pomegranet earth spins into oblivion
The one that trembles
The one that fears
The one that suffers
The one that vomits
The one that needs
The one that trembles
The one that fears
The one that suffers
The one that vomits
The one that needs
A million scars, a million promises

And all your sad endings are planting in their gardens
And they're waiting to grow & to die like flowers do

Marilyn Manson, "Diamonds and Pollen"

diálogos

"They think they're the shit. Well, not all of them. But a lot of them do!"
"Really? That's lame. It's one of those wanna-be-urban cases, right?"
"Exactly. They're nothing more than peasants."

P.

O barco não irá ao fundo. Sei-o porque é o mais forte. Mais não digo.

Estou farto.

A morte sem intermitências

A carta que escrevi e nunca cheguei a enviar a José Saramago infelizmente nunca será entegue. Ficará na minha gaveta, junto do carinho e sobretudo da admiração que lhe tinha. Obrigado por ter sido uma inspiração; obrigado por me ter feito gostar de literatura. Obrigado.

here's hoping

Stirb nicht vor mir

"it may not always be so"

It may not always be so; and I say
that if your lips, which I have loved, should touch
another's, and your dear strong fingers clutch
his heart, as mine in time not far away;
if on another's face your sweet hair lay
in such a silence as I know, or such
great writhing words as uttering overmuch,
stand helplessly before the spirit at bay;

if this should be, I say if this should be-
you of my heart, send me a little word;
that I may go unto him, and take his hands,
saying, Accept all happiness from me.
Then shall I turn my face, and hear one bird
sing terribly afar in the lost lands.

E. E. Cummings