quinta-feira, novembro 29, 2007

quarta-feira, novembro 14, 2007

Água e Sabão

Quão profundas têm de ser as marcas?
Quais se formam ao se esfregar profundamente...
Insistentemente... incansavelmente...

Até que a alma saia limpa.
Se sair.
Se houver,
Alma ou sujeira,
Qual resiste muito mais?

A dor purifica. E basta.


segunda-feira, novembro 05, 2007

Chuva e Cabelos

Saudade da chuva infinitamente
Mais bela, e que fielmente
Sou devoto colunista,
Minha querida chuva na paulista.

Que de seus cabelos esvoaçantes
Os ventos o fizeram ser
A chuva como calmante,
Você eu posso ter.


quinta-feira, novembro 01, 2007

Coffee in Plastic Glass

Summer...actually spring. The hotness makes me wonder buying my own private iceberg. Of course I deserve it, and it'll be delightful scraped and mix with women sweet beverages... Forget it, I'm not a child anymore...instead...

Arrived early in the company, needed a wake-up drink. Knowing myself could imagine how fast I've decamped from the coffe machine even though it tried to confuse me, promising me a special better coffee...

Entered the restaurant, a twenty-two cents breakfast offer appeared me. Skipped bread and butter and ran directly to the coffee. For avoid burning my fingers, two plastic glasses.
Sugarless coffee, sweetener added.

Passed those tables and didn't feel like a good option to sit and enjoy my drink. Like those american movies, I walked drinking... and thinking...

"This strange feeling that everything is working properly, the future has been already planned and we're nothing but characters in a great play, seems the right speech for these days. It's just so full of reason, quite impossible to not believe in. Reason and purpose... Na ja, alles in Ordnung...

Well, now it's a good morning.