Viu-a ali, gargalhando enquanto tentava um passo de gafieira com um barbudo com cara de terceiro semestre de algum curso da humanas da universidade pública, gratuita e de qualidade. Os cabelos compridos balançavam, sujos, na cadência dos dois quadris, quase um, e ele imaginou a multidão desaparecendo e o corpo nu da menina dançando só na luz fraca do seu apartamento no topo da cidade alta.
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Monday, October 27, 2008
recollections of the first fall
recollections of the first fall
afternoons downtown
hiding from the world in some
tiny hole on the ninth floor. the sun
caresses our skin, i crawl
under you-blanket,
you open the
window.
half of you smokes a cigarette,
and the other half is mine.
the evening chaotic,
you say you worry that
i'm staying for too,
too long
and i say it's
just a monday like
every other monday and
if i leave you'll be
alone.
but the mornings at your place,
like your peach green tea, taking
samples of our breath and
saliva
crumbling on
your bed, you
and i and your son
and your sesame seed
crackers and my boy
and your ex
wife
and my tears, your chet baker.
afternoons downtown
hiding from the world in some
tiny hole on the ninth floor. the sun
caresses our skin, i crawl
under you-blanket,
you open the
window.
half of you smokes a cigarette,
and the other half is mine.
the evening chaotic,
you say you worry that
i'm staying for too,
too long
and i say it's
just a monday like
every other monday and
if i leave you'll be
alone.
but the mornings at your place,
like your peach green tea, taking
samples of our breath and
saliva
crumbling on
your bed, you
and i and your son
and your sesame seed
crackers and my boy
and your ex
wife
and my tears, your chet baker.
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Aquático
Nao trago os olhos abertos
Mas sinto o gosto ardendo oriente
antes de chegar 'a boca.
Cheiro da casa azul-marinho em lacos cor-de-laranja.
Agua pra benzer, a sul daqui os barcos flutuam
irreverentes.
Mas sinto o gosto ardendo oriente
antes de chegar 'a boca.
Cheiro da casa azul-marinho em lacos cor-de-laranja.
Agua pra benzer, a sul daqui os barcos flutuam
irreverentes.
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