A selfish's masterpiece

I know how it all started
It was a hot hot Sunday
Afternoon
god was on his underwear
Lying in bed
Bored
Feeling terribly lonely
No drinks, no cigarettes, just nothingness
And in a big bang creativity explosion
He began to write for company

First he made the world then
dinosaurs
But they were quite noisy
- and cats are much cuter –
Still alone he finally made humans
So he could have some fun with
movies, music, books, porn and stuff

Each person is a word
And our lives is god’s saddest poem
Sometimes we rhyme
Mostly of the times we don’t fit
- So I guess he is not that good writer
But he never stopped writing anyway and we hope
Someday he gets there ‘cause
It’s getting boring.

Oh fuck , I’m god now
And I could create a world or two
But I’m not only a lazy person
But also a good one.

Do it as you like

"if you’re going to try, go all the
way.
otherwise, don’t even start.
[...]
do it, do it, do it.
do it.

all the way
all the way."

Charles Bukowski -roll the dice

The first one who
Might like what you write
Is you.
Don’t worry about what
Others may think.
Do it as you like

If you want to talk about
Death, suicide, murder, rape
Or even hope and happiness
Go ahead.
And keep going ‘till it looks just like you wanted it
To look.
It’s your poem, your short story, your novel
Or whatever the hell it is
It ‘s yours and you shouldn’t care about what
They’ll say
Do it as if you were going to cut your hair
Or buy new clothes or build a house.
Do it as you like.

Pick up your pen and write.
Cut your arms and write with your blood
If you need to
- Many have done it before –
Just don’t wait.
Cos the pen won’t write for you.
I said
the pain won’t write for you
And nothing else will.

Do it as you like
Cos once you had the gut to do
someone out there will like.
And if you don’t believe me just look at
All this crap around you
On television, on radio, on internet, on bookstores.
Someone made it. Someone liked it.
The same will happen to you.
Don’t be afraid and do it!
As you like, as you want.

Quando a solidão faz sentido

Pessoas são ameaças
elas quebram o silêncio
interrompem pensamentos
criam e desenvolvem
problemas sem soluções.

Sempre saem de suas casas
felizes e sorridentes
para que você pense
que eles são superiores.

Nem mesmo te deixam
esquecer de fazer a barba!

Por isso eu só me sinto
fora de perigo, quando
ando sozinho
tendo comigo
apenas papel e caneta
e a companhia
da minha querida tristeza.

Bad diary days

Soon you’re gonna leave
To work
And say
With a fragile voice
That you love me
And I’ll know what you meant.

There’s something dying between us

I can see it
In the silence that sticks in the air
While you dress
And I lay
Facing the ceiling

Nós andamos por aí
fugindo do mundo
fingindo não te rumo
brincando e conversando
sobre a complexa de simplicidade
de nossas vidas

Nós somos o máximo.
Estamos no auge.

Adolescentes embriagados
por tédio engraçado
arrastando passos
durante a tarde.

Nesses parques
Onde passo as tardes
Se volto lá
ao anoitecer
e vejo as ávores
abandonadas e
mal iluminadas
posso ver
o terror no ar
Ou a solidão
do lugar
só que o mais comum
é me sentir
assustadoramente
sozinho

Ordem dos céus

Durante a noite
cai a chuva na janela
dormedromedormedromedormedrom
Como posso te obedecer, chuva,
se tenho um mundo inteiro acordado dentro de mim?