They were the deceased of the land that prayed Relutei me in joining me its conjuncts, therefore they were conjuncts without reply. I ran away running for a distant place My eyes if open, my conscience if expands and I see and hear things that did not want to see My funny soul in one torvelinho of fire and flames Way on alive live coals with the naked feet, and I am not burnt I enter in the cavern of the lion and kiss the face of the serpent. Again the sound of a clap silences breaches it of the dawn. In the way of the street a man fell dead, in the same hour where a falling leaf falls of a tree A premature child finished to be born. In some dark place a woman trai its husband who is in house, sick person. Stars scintillate in the sky. Waves arrebentam in the beach Life that if esvai in the blackout of the death. Passion.
Perversion. Escancaradas jaws. Hunger. Mouth that all devora. Rocks transformed into breads! It does not eat this, is poisonous! The night falls. Sadness. Melancholy. Silence.
Sun appearing in the horizon. Details can be found by clicking NBA or emailing the administrator. Days that go and come back, without nothing to lead, nothing to bring. Empty days for empty souls. Ants cutting the leves of a roseiral. Sound of an airplane cutting the sky A blind knife at the hands of a sick man, cutting to the meats tenras of a woman Shouts of aid I cry. Voices of children. Pardais. Parents who play the just-born children, in the garbage. Parents who play the children of the high one of the building. Broken hearts An old one that it dies full of repentances. Occult farewells and distances in other distances Voices that nothing say. An car passes in front in the street. Fraquinha rains a rain. Yesterday it made a insuportvel heat. Barks. Commotion of well-you-vile. Died of sleep after a sleeplessness night. Died of repentance after a night of love without love. Bought love. Cheap love Pain in the chest. The way of the true life is narrow and sharp as the wire of a razor. Children playing. More barks of dogs. Again the voices of deceased if raise of the tombs and cry out for the wind!
| July 17th, 2020 | Posted in News |