Paixão rosa escuro

Desbota e não é mais a mesma

Souvenir de um dia que não existe mais

Roxo hematoma

Dói ao tocar

Logo desaparece, mas pode voltar

You’ve been visited by a presence without person
A traveling chant
the room is filled, and suddenly larger
Warm enough to sleep

You are held without hands
Dancing without moving
Seeing things exclusive to you
Hearing strangely soothing syllables
Incomprehensible in any language

It sounds like dawn and morning
Between the two, the line splits into a web
The day begins earlier than usual
Before anyone’s up

The world’s in soft focus
Time is at a standstill while everything is happening

You dive into the dark again
Hoping for another guest
The black blanket keeps the things you see that no one knows
And they will stay in your room

I recognise the beast by the shape of its teeth

The imprint of it on my skin

I have a little less of me today

Não sei o que o barco carrega

Ou por onde ele navega

Lágrimas não vi cair

Mas elas formaram o mar

Quando surge uma onda forte

E me leva pra perto da morte

Eu só espero passar

Pro lado firme da terra

Onde o oceano se encerra

Sei que logo vai chegar

Consider the weight of your thumb

Take the blade to the film

Bleed until you’re dead

Die until you’re new

Sleep is almost over, the morning mist is clearing

The ceiling looks the same

Sunday’s sinking in

Quieten your thoughts
Don’t give in to their cries
Pretending to starve
They’ve been fed already

They can be mean, spoiled children
Prodigies with a mean streak
Sleep and so will they

Yesterday I met a moth. It died in the deluge.

It flew into my bathroom window and said hello by nudging me on the shoulder. It got lost under hot water. A mildly sad shower.

I was unable to save it, but I buried it under soft, white paper.

When the garbage truck comes, it will join the debris.

Hidden anger

Stewing softly, deceptively meek

The steam climbs slowly to the top

If not dissipated, the fog must be crossed

Smitten angel

In love with wordly deviations

Exaggerations of life in sparkling screens

Warm and dangerous

How many sisters do you have
How many faces have I seen
How many of them have I met
Around the bend that doesn’t lean

I never look them in the eye
The silence goes on for too long
Say just enough, know when to smile
And either way it all goes wrong

I forget everyone’s name
That is, if I ever learn
Chimerically the same
Like me, I think they burn

I just barely recognise
I never know, I memorise