Se a vida me fitar de frente
E me faltar por decisão, de repente
Seja eu feliz por poupar o fio da navalha
Ou a aceleração que nos permite tratar o planeta como um ponto
A gravidade ou a decisão de honra ou escumalha
Non liquet.
Não é líquido qual o melhor advento sem Messias, Tormento como ornamento,
Ou vento tipo Taprobana que tanto sopra
Nos engana, alienação da intenção,
Que deveria espelhar uma correta,
Coerente cogitação.
In so many ways are we diverged from path and allies,
Oh, God that I refuse,
Are you aware of my praying?
Even not being there at all,
Even so close but so many parsecs afar to us all?
About the Ice Queen music,
I give you one of the best,
Ice queen/ Snow Queen.
Intelligent hot matter,
That lake where I have been,
Silence on observation
And yet it’s one of me converses of choice,
Joan, let the D, and be Vinge
Turn all your fans to the inner of a "singe"
Well ahead of the "naked monkey" theories
( come and see)
As my father said pick talks, pick minds,
Respect status but know that it’s only paint,
And you have friends that already deal in pigments…
Your issue is education and you are fighting against it
Since a fucking baby invaded,
We knew you wanna be traded,
An obsession about lands and people’s Choices.
Father, what do I do?
First don’t be mama’s boy.
Second don’t attach to any toy
And leave your things, houses and dreams.
So, fuck me, I am hearing Jazz attached to things.
Mr losing, Mr hate, Mr culture, only a vulture.
Never have met the ilustruos
Mr doing or bringing dreams
Never met or net with Mr independent by any means
All over nightmares, fights, overkill and screams.
I cannot dream without the rain that gives me the loud scar of venomous screams
My voice really scary,
Louder than beasts.
Still a silly hope b
Based on fucking life and its swirls and Swings
As Saint John the Baptist?
I've tasted many streets
Names of ancestors ahead,
Yet, my sign my seal, my ordeal, guarantee
It is not to thee
Only to me,
The land is the universe
From nano to Cosmic scale,
The Friedman equation
From an ignorant in a verse.
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- Publicado: 31 de octubre de 2020 a las 06:49
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Forget the lost "b" and know that I abhor revisiting and editing those things that I, in the name of Blake's "poetic genius" an idea I sense as ridiculous as my texts,
Just know it could have its hedges rounded.
But it would be a different delusion... Another, not that posted supra.
First don’t be mama’s boy.
Second don’t attach to any toy
And leave your things, houses and dreams.
genial querido amigo un placer leerte
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