dimanche 30 avril 2017


THE MAYBE MOST ABSURD TEXT I'VE EVER WRITTEN

Maybe I will go to the pool tomorrow.
I may be the first person to dance the tango underwater.
Maybe, one day, I will visit New York with you....
You may be the only person I like more than mint chocolate.
I may be able to fix your broken heart with chewing gum.
Maybe if you ask nicely I will touch it.
Maybe if you drink enough water you will turn blue.
It may be on the roof or in the bushes.
When I told you "maybe" I really meant "no" but I was afraid to tell you.
Maybe you will, maybe you won’t, but either way I'm not going to do it.
She may be able to fix you supper without salt and pepper.
There may be craters filled with spaghetti bolognese sauce.
Maybe you can help me tell the difference between red and green.
I may be related to the guy who invented sushi.
Maybe this will start to get tiresome.
I may not be able to stop wiggling my elbow.
Maybe one day we can all live in Michigan.
Maybe nobody will notice your scar.
This may be what you expected to find, but maybe not.
Maybe I will send you a t-shirt when I get back from Absurdland.
It may be possible to survive without eating meat.
Maybe swimming will help you solve the riddle of the Sphynx.
Maybe I don't like to eat meat or maybe I do.
Maybe you can tell me about the heartquake again.
Except for maybe one or two lost fingers I didn't have any problems.
When you see the red light, that may be the perfect moment to brake.
Realisitcally you can only visit him once or maybe twice.
Maybe the first person to notice a problem can let me know.
I may be falling in love with an obese albino.
That may be easier to swallow with a pickle.
Maybe things will stop making sense for a while.
Maybe the opposite of table is bed.
This may be the time to go back to business.
It may be possible to count that high using steroids.
Forgetting Destiny may be the quickest route to Happiness.
Maybe I could wear your shoes today instead of mine.
I may be on fire when you arrive.
Maybe you will like my cupcakes.
Now maybe I can sell my furnace to the neighbours.
It may be impossible to run faster than a train.
Maybe if you send me a better sentence I will include it.

lundi 24 avril 2017



O interior da Alma, 2010, Lucília Saraiva

media : fotografia com saturação extrema

wuukasch
sim, acho que o envelhecimento dos tecidos é mau,
mas o amadurecimento do cérebro é excelente

e o endurecimento do coração ainda melhor ...

mardi 18 avril 2017

lundi 10 avril 2017

Dream

There was no one inside the house. Neon lights illuminated the bare dark walls and a thick blue carpet stretched out before my feet like an ocean.
I tried to move but felt stuck. I was searching for a better place, for a face that might open up a door to another world. For a moment, I saw a flash of blue light and started hearing movie music and then a stagnant silence.
Then a map floated into the room like a magic carpet. I suddenly felt my heavy and tired legs and my feet turning to ice inside my socks.
I was draped in this enchanted profound silence, waiting for a magic signal - one dark midnight.
And all of a sudden, in my dream, I was standing under a vast umbrella of bat wings. I proceeded slowly to my supposed destination.
At some point, I found myself inside a crowd of people leaving a movie theater. They were all staring at me, as if in a trance, walking down the stairs, with their hands plunged in their pockets. Not one single face was known to me.
I still was searching for a place in pitch dark now. I was longing for this remote destination. The walls were narrowing and the pavement was crooked. I was walking like a ghost. It was cold. Using all my strenght, I kept walking, struggling to avoid the huge holes in the pavement.
The longer I walked, the more my dread grew. I was confused and shattered. All I wanted was to find a place where I could sit and think.
Suddenly appears in front of me a television screen and I started to put a red lipstick. A telephone is ringing with a metallic sound. I am now in a small room with no furniture, swamped  with a pale orange light.  I am still trying to figure out my destination.

kulturtava

jeudi 6 avril 2017

O alguidar do Tempo

Pingam, lentamente, as horas
no alguidar do Tempo,
formando círculos concêntricos
e hipnóticos.

Acelera-se ou desacelera-se mentalmente o ritmo
da Vida, e fisiologicamente adensa-se ou flui o sangue
que corre nas nossas artérias.

Entregamo-nos ao Sonho, paralelos os meridianos,
semi acordados, seminus, semi adormecidos.
Aí estanca o Tempo. Nesse barco rumo à Ilha.

Somos demiurgicamente belos e nus e jovens
e os nossos anelos, grandiosamente, excitam
aqueles que de cima e de longe
nos olham com desdém e invídia.

As horas, pingam, lentamente,
no alguidar do Tempo,
formando círculos concêntricos
e hipnóticos.

E enruga-se-nos a pele!

samedi 1 avril 2017



telle une plume soufflée
par le vent-  toujours
je m'accroche
à tes délicieuses épines