29.2.08

Delirium

I’m out of my mind

I’m out of my body

I’m out of here

I’m out of me

I’m in the moon

I’m in mars

I’m everywhere but here

I’m in you

Inside your body

Inside your mind

I’m crazy

I’m lucid

I’m everything that I’ve got

I’m nothing

I’m a black hole

In this immense garbage

of memories and feelings

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  1. ...2.3.08

    Alone by Edgar Allan Poe

    From childhood's hour I have not been As others were; I have not seen As others saw; I could not bring My passions from a common spring. From the same source I have not taken My sorrow; I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone; And all I loved, I loved alone. Then- in my childhood, in the dawn Of a most stormy life- was drawn From every depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me still: From the torrent, or the fountain, From the red cliff of the mountain, From the sun that round me rolled In its autumn tint of gold, From the lightning in the sky As it passed me flying by, From the thunder and the storm, And the cloud that took the form (When the rest of Heaven was blue) Of a demon in my view.

    -The End-

    Não me leves a mal!

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  2. efvilha4.3.08

    Talvez sejamos mais que dualidades. corpo e alma, tantos são os sentires que nos acometem a cada instante.

    Somos hecceidades e multiplicidades. Portanto, inexplicáveis somos.

    Beijo de Paz, em ti, minha querida amiga.

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