Metalingüagem.

O relógio
que toca todas as manhãs
desperta dor.

Sem nome

I'm sitting here
inside coffee
gazing the way rain hits the window
and appreciating its nostalgic noise
then i start to watch
all my women-shaped love
walking by the street
to the train station, to the bus stop
to a warm place
with pieces of my heart
lying on small things

red lipstick
eye shadow
black umbrella
blush
high hill
soft skin
ear rings
golden necklace
social skirt

The way their hips move. In every. Single. Step.

I let it all take my heart
and love
away
so maybe they'll end up
out of the rain.

Cut up

Pela primeira vez vou postar um poema que não é diretamente meu; se trata de um Cut up
feito do poema Unending Love do Tagore.
Para que não sabe o que é o cut up, pode dar uma olhada nesses links:

http://www.rizoma.net/interna.php?id=128&secao=colagem
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cut-up_technique

Originalmente o cup up é uma coisa inconciente, inusitada, mas este eu fiz pensando e analisando cada verso.



Original

Unending love

I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times...
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,
That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,
In life after life, in age after age, forever.

Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, it's age old pain,
It's ancient tale of being apart or together.
As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge,
Clad in the light of a pole-star, piercing the darkness of time.
You become an image of what is remembered forever.

You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount.
At the heart of time, love of one for another.
We have played along side millions of lovers,
Shared in the same shy sweetness of meeting,
the distressful tears of farewell,
Old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever.




Cut up

Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, it's age old pain
Clad in the light of a pole-star, piercing the darkness of time
In life after life, in age after age, forever
As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge
At the heart of time, love of one for another

My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs
We have played along side millions of lovers
It's ancient tale of being apart or together
Shared in the same shy sweetness of meeting
You become an image of what is remembered forever

I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times...
You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount
Old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever
the distressful tears of farewell
That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms
In life after life, in age after age, forever.

O som dos sonhos.

Quando dão tapas nas minhas costas
e dizem:
"Você tem um futuro brilhante, garoto."
não ouvem o som oco como resposta.

Sub-poeta

Ser poeta underground
não significa
também ficar por baixo
na vida.