Mantel
There was a link between us and them
Severed when we were earthquaked,
Subducted into a mantel of hatred.
Outrado
Riso reverberado
Fúria irrestrita
Violência desmedida
Que me
Ataiçoa
Me muda e reconstroi,
O que me escasseia
É que resta
Não apropriado
Outrado
Levado,
Humilhado.
E eu, afastado
Numa coisa informe que dói.
Invertido pranto
Sou frágil e sensível, fácil de abater,
Destituivel, criança de cócoras no canto,
Assustada, apavorada, sem saber o quanto.
De tanto a ignorar, olha-me com espanto,
Refletido, invertido no fundo do olho,
Cerceado, calado, incessante pranto.
Yeah, no name, only rage
Dear, hypothetical, future of individuality,
Have you asserted about distortion
Of body and brain,
& how about clear, crystal disdain?
Have you ever pondered,
Or, in illo and in the end,
Praised, actually, in vain?
Ó vós que sois mais
Ó vós que sois mais
E dizeis que falo demais,
Sou amoral e falo da solidão
Do resultado, Nacl+, vida que me dão
Base de nada e de tudo o mais.
Pois nada ouço da alegação
De que afinal, com vosso escopo,
Me alegrais.
Categoria: falso.
Jamais.
Por onde ando não vos informo
Essa a base de ser o eu deformo,
Pois tudo são polissemias,
E vós me outram estes dias
E absorvem minhas simples alegrias
Devolvendo mefistofélicas poesias
Escritas sem o serem,
No virar das incertezas
No vale das faculdades,
Esmagadas, torturadas e presas.
(a propos do Dia 17/11/2020 e de Miguel Torga, Diário, 1973, primeiras páginas)
A race that torture and submit
How you suck dry my will to live
How you bring bottled despair
For a project into your delusion,
Because meddling with another's river
You can, getting a fake tourism tiger,
Innocent and sad, a prey for the weak,
Those who convince themselves
Whose míope regard saw a tiger
Tiger tiger, burning bright, one turned off
So sad for being part of a race that breaks
Breaks beauty and strength,
A race that torture and submit
A people of fake Apex predators
Nor predators but cattle,
Warnn off animals taken to limit.
All those horrors history cannot admit
So I am horrified by my fiend, but don't submit
While regarding that monster
In the rear view mirror
Appearing closer than he is
light over our value.
Recurrent idea, pan-sexuality,
That nightlong stole her male
That nightlong stole his female
That nightlong stole our above all,
And we, persistIng in a cold slumber,
Shattered, little us, too much, individuality.
Eluded, sad, blight over our value.
Just once, may I not call the departed
All the world's may be a stage A stage in do many plays With roles in so different ways… We have entrances, exits but no promptsNo hidden assistanceOnly personal persistence. Oh god of lost on life, asunder Please give me a line, Oh dear, stroke me with a shine. I love life and do not live itAlienated in my cave, as in a graveExcept there is residual ache… Just tonight, let me awake without imagined lovers at my side, Just once, may I not call the departed Just once, may I not feel all this hateGive me horses to rideInstead of pennies in an empty pocketAs the people said, if wishes were pennies, beggars would ride… I suffer for an art I imaginedAn art not concret, all ghosts All nostalgia Of may have been, not constituted.PS you may he have been informed that we are adverse to form. Although it still exists for the many.
Still a believer, an atheist,
When the Hersprung Russell diagram
Presents itself to me, I want to drink upon celestial corps
So I seek tipe B0 Stars
Blue giants like Rigel
Milagrero de la création as Betelgeuse,
Or our zénith and Sirius.
The old Greeks used parallax
Not to the infinitesimal degrees
We calculate and get our stipendium
And now we have LIGO, VIRGO,
We hope for the dream of LISA,
One thousand X more sensible
And not be expendable.
So many exoplanets.
I am a believer
Respecting religion when doing it
RIGHT
Which is very rare
As in science
Science philosophy
H.J. Gadamer advanced etymology
Philosophical Hermeneutics
Arbeite und… from his Tubinga opening of Jürgen Habermas
There's what in the eighties
The edge was around.
Thank us you have Chalmers, Filipenko
Daniel Dennett
Along with the atheist riders and voyagers of dreams…
Still a believer, an atheist,
God do not allow myself
To indeed beçome a priest.
Champagne supernova
Champagne supernova
Out of the subject
And yet, oddly, pertinent
When revisiting a daughter,
Such an intimate sentiment,
A hole you had filling with water,
Water from the deep blue sea,
Water from a mountain spring
You can not see,
Saying welcome to thee.
Better than predictable best,
Beyond any possible guest.
May you have the best of futures
May I, departed or still subtly aloof
One ordinary, unsecured, day,
Have an opportunity to share one roof
As in a share of what we both dream
As ultimate sinking, under the stream.
As in champagne supernova,
Sometimes the cover is better
if you don't care about the weather!
Or walk without lousy greed,
At your proper paced speed.
