S. Freud

"Love is the closest you can be to psychosis"

Thee emeralds

"(...) I'll protect you from the hooded claw

Keep the vampires from your door (...)"

Then I held you again in my arms…
So long from time,
So far away from space,
So apart from us…
And I’ve founded you… when I found me… when I found us!
Sweet enchanted night …
My unexpected guest…
Will I see you again? Will I ever find you again?
Who are you?
…Now, once again, I can rest in this memory of you…

R.I.P

"Pudesse eu, fatigado deste mundo,
Fugir para longe
E, tal como a andorinha voa para o sul
Dirigir-me para o meu túmulo..."

Entre tantas... Alucinação 2ª

"Finally... perhaps"

"…And then she wakes… - damn it’s night already, she thinks – her body moves in the slowly and lethargic movement of who is still sleepy… Her skin grazes another skin… - damn you’re here again, she thinks…
A glimpse at the pulse watch warns her that is late already; it’s time to start another night.
Two bodies lift up self-acting by the hour or by the situation… they lift up letting behind the bed where, not long ago, they were living that dream.
It’s time! A coffee, a cigarette, some cheap talk… I’ll see you – she says. Meet you later – he answers. I don’t know why you keep on lying – She thinks.
Later arrives… no one shows up… I knew it! Why do I keep on thinking this time will be different? – She thinks.
Later passes by… and tomorrow… and the day after tomorrow… no one shows up.
In a night, in some other night they will meet again, they will wake up together again, who knows… in some other night until the night in which she will admit that nothing is ever going to change… until the night she accepts that so much just isn’t enough!...
… She’s free then… "

pra longe daqui...

" (...) Me perco nos teus olhos
E mergulho sem pensar
Se voltarei..."

Entre tantas...Alucinação 1ª

"Disturbed wishing..."

"To search you…
between the lights of another lost night,
deep down into the builted dream,
in the noise of that surrounding mute crowd.
To find you…
in the pleasure of an half empty glass,
in the silence of that abandoned bar,
in that soul’s gratification.
To hold you…
and between the alcohol’s taste and the drug’s hallucination,
have you mine one more time,
die with you this one time.
And fall asleep like a scared child…
certain that tomorrow you will no longer exist,
uncertain about your return,
and wishing for that next night.
When you lose yourself between battles and castles, this silence can be so sweet, loneliness can be so cherished… and you can gain so much in losing…
…because limits are such a wonderful thing to test!...
Just miss you… just don’t want you."

Dought

" (...) Desperation is a tender trap
It gets you every timeYou put your lips to her lips
To stop the lie
Her skin is pale like God's only dove
Screams like an angel for your love
Then she makes you watch her from above
And you need her like a drug
She wears my love like a see-through dress
Her lips say one thing
Her movements something else
Oh love...like a screaming flower
Love... dying every hour... (...)"

Ausência...

"Eu deixarei que morra em mim o desejo

de amar os teus olhos que são doces

Porque nada te poderei dar senão a mágoa

de me veres eternamente exausto

No entanto a tua presença é qualquer coisa

como a luz e a vida

E eu sinto que em meu gesto existe o teu gesto

e em minha voz a tua voz

Não te quero ter porque

em meu ser está tudo terminado.

Quero só que surjas em mim

como a fé nos desesperados

Para que eu possa levar uma gota de orvalho

nesta terra amaldiçoada

Que ficou sobre a minha carne

como uma nódoa do passado.

Eu deixarei... tu irás e encostarás

a tua face em outra face

Teus dedos enlaçarão outros dedos

e tu desabrocharás para a madrugada

Mas tu não saberás que quem te colheu fui eu,

porque eu fui o grande íntimo da noite

Porque eu encostei a minha face

na face da noite e ouvi a tua fala amorosa

Porque meus dedos enlaçaram os dedos

da névoa suspensos no espaço

E eu trouxe até mim a misteriosa essência

do teu abandono desordenado.

Eu ficarei só

como os veleiros nos portos silenciosos

Mas eu te possuirei mais que ninguém

porque poderei partir

E todas as lamentações do mar,

do vento, do céu, das aves, das estrelas

Serão a tua voz presente, a tua voz ausente,

a tua voz serenizada."