segunda-feira, agosto 18, 2008

Versos em linhas brancas # 13 (improviso preenchitório)

Leevia,

eu li as linhas brancas nos teus olhos
e dentro delas o teu ódio
por coisa nenhuma
por tua alma e a minha...

Mesmo assim
coisa alguma me fascina
nos teus olhos de cocaína...

O espelho tem outro sentido
coberto de neve e castigo

teu corpo longe, longe...
teu sexo frágil, frágil
teu gozo frígido, frígido...
teu riso forte.

(tudo tão frio escondido
longe do teu interior tímido
e fora nenhuma dor
é corpo frio acumulado:

nenhuma alma te socorre
faz o socorro em porres
em teu sorriso de coringa
e na fronte retesada

transforma tudo
em tuas passadas pesadas...

o tchau sem voz
a voz sem medo
mas alguma coisa me fascina, Lívia
nos teus vítreos olhos
olhos de cocaína...

2 comentários:

Ramon Alcântara disse...

Blank page was all the rage
Never meant to say anything
In bed I was half-dead
Tired of dreaming of rest
Got dressed above the state line
Looking for you at the five and dime
Stop sign told me to stay at home
Told me you were not alone

Blank page was all the rage
Never meant to hurt anyone
In bed I was half-dead
Tired of dreaming of rest

You haven't changed
You're still the same
May you rise as you fall
You were easy, you are forgotten
You are the ways of my mistakes

I catch the rainfall
Through the leaking roof
That you had left behind
You remind me of that leak in my soul
The rain falls, my friends call, leaking rain on the phone

Take a day, plant some trees
May they shade you from me
May your children play beneath

Blank page was all the rage
Never meant to say anything
In bed I was half-dead
Tired of dreaming of rest
Got dressed above the state line
Looking for you at the five and dime
But there I was, picking pieces up

You are a ghost
Of my indecision
No more little girl

Billy Corgan



abzzz

B.I.A.N.C.A Feijó disse...

Foi um dos poemas mais lindos que já li.

Recordou-me alguns trechos de Machado de Assis.

Adorei!

B.E.I.J.O.S