Água nocturna

A noite de olhos de cavalo que tremem na noite
a noite de olhos de água no campo adormecido,
está nos teus olhos de cavalo que treme,
está nos teus olhos de água secreta.

Olhos de água de sombra,
olhos de água de fonte,
olhos de água de sonho.

O silêncio e a solidão,
como dois animais pequenos que a lua guia,
bebem nesses olhos,
bebem nessas águas.

Se abre os olhos,
abre-se a noite de portas de musgo,
abre-se o reino secreto da água
que emana do centro da noite.

E se os fechas,
um rio, uma corrente doce e silenciosa,
inunda-te por dentro, avança, torna-te obscuro:
a noite molha as margens na tua alma.

(O. Paz)

I am not I

"I am not I.

                   I am this one

walking beside me whom I do not see,

whom at times I manage to visit,

and whom at other times I forget;

who remains calm and silent while I talk,

and forgives, gently, when I hate,

who walks where I am not,

who will remain standing when I die."

Juan Jamón Jiménez

Meios

Na sacada vejo as luas do meio-dia,
melancolia da meia noite.
Aqui tudo é metade.

Tempted to write about love, I try not to. You won't understand it, so I will not explain that to you. My dark side takes me to unknown paths. Darkness is what composes the melody of my ''self''. Myself, an egocentric petty walking thing. I resist, but sarcasm takes control over me. I no longer see. Blindness is ignorance and that, as we all know, is bliss. My last wish: a kiss. Ready to depart. Please bury my hypocrisy in Monmartre. I must go, é tarde. 

Walking by, I saw a tiny canal next to a bench. I stopped for while and looked at the water. There was a reflection of someone who seemed to be a fairly normal chap, apart from the way he was staring at me: Did I know him?, I thought to myself. I said nothing as I felt I had nothing to say. I didn't really want to show him I was curious about him. He came across as being a decent man, but there was something in how his eyes observed things that made me even more curious about that person. Had he been through those unique moments that make you so different and, at the same time, indifferent to the world we live in? Those moments... 

  

If I were to choose, I'd be a stray dog. What a free animal! A dog despises the world by not accepting every single thing it is offered to him. I'm green - that's not due to recycling, I can assure you that - with envy...  

Shit, how ordinary life can be. Silently, one sees the need to overcome this state as long as there is some sort of psychedelic element added to it. Waking up every morning is a suicidal act: nothing awaits for you unless... Honestly, telling the truth is no longer groovy as one's soul is spoon fed by fibs, especially after being fed up with the cruel reality.