segunda-feira, 9 de junho de 2014


Lisa is sitting on the car and Tom is walking around looking at the beautiful view. 
How come you don't ask anything? 
Tom turns to Lisa who is lighting up a cigarette. 
Well, I'm still a little shocked thinking I might be dead so that makes me feel comfortable. 
Tom laughs and comes closer to her. 
Still I thought you would attack me with questions. 
So you thought about this? 
Tom stops for a second. 
No, not really. 
Lisa is smoking her cigarette we can see that her hand is shaking. 
Should I feel... 
What do you feel? Right now 
I'm feeling good, I'm scared and I wish I could feel like that forever. 
Tom grabs a cigarette. 
You know, I know a lot about you but you have no idea who I am obviously.. 
What is it to know about you? I mean what is it that you want? 
There are many many things I want... 
Tom looks at her. 
What is it that you want from me? 
She smiles and then looks down. 
Maybe a sample of your affection, a taste of your tenderness.. 
Why do you think you don't deserve the whole thing? 
I do, I know I do but you asked me what I want, not what I deserve. 
Tom gets closer to her, he touches her hair looks into her eyes and kisses her. 
Who are you? 
She smiles. 
I don't know. Do you? 
No, I don't. 
He climbs on top of her and they start kissing. 
Tom and Lisa are sitting on the floor in front of the car. 
This is beautiful 
What is? 
Everything, nothing is where it was supposed to be. It's great. 

sexta-feira, 23 de agosto de 2013

The Self

Chimney falls and lovers blaze
Thought that I was young
Now I've freezing hands and bloodless veins
As numb as I've become

I'm so tired
I wish I was the moon tonight

Last night I dreamt I had forgotten my name
'Cause I had sold my soul but awoke just the same
I'm so lonely
I wish I was the moon tonight

God blessed me, I'm a free man
With no place free to go
I'm paralyzed and collared-tight
No pills for what I fear

This is crazy
I wish I was the moon tonight

Chimney falls and lovers blaze
Thought that I was young
Now I've freezing hands & bloodless veins
As numb as I've become

I'm so tired,
I wish I was the moon tonight

How will you know if you found me at last
'Cause I'll be the one, be the one, be the one
With my heart in my lap
I'm so tired, I'm so tired
And I wish I was the moon tonight

I'm so tired, I'm so tired,
And I wish I was the moon
I'm so tired, I'm so tired,
And I wish I was the moon tonight

terça-feira, 6 de agosto de 2013

All the roads lead to this, all the sounds are created for this - I lived for this. Blessed be the new era for it allowed me to be and be one in us and in us there is more me than this will ever be. This is sacred, divine, celestial and crucial. This is the definition of now and now is everything, now is all there is. What is the meaning of together if there is no separate whatsoever? What is the conclusion for this question if the question no longer exists? What is the reason for existing when existing is the reason? What is reason? What is not?  If I am you and you are me and we are all there is then what was I before this? This is all there is.

I live for your evil laughter.

segunda-feira, 29 de outubro de 2012

"Here's what he doesn't know yet --
I disappear into the person I love.
I am the permeable membrane. If I
love you you can have it all: my
money, my time, my body, my dog, my
dog's money, my dog's time...
If I love you I will carry all your
pain, I will assume your debts, and
project upon you all sorts of fine
qualities that you have never
actually cultivated in yourself.
Oh. And I will buy Christmas
presents for your entire family.

I will give you all this and more
until I am so exhausted and
depleted that the only way I can
recover is by becoming infatuated
with someone else."

quarta-feira, 24 de outubro de 2012

just keep following the heartlines in your hand

Aqui é sempre um dia chuvoso. Aqui nao se quer mais ser exposto nem se falar em primeira pessoa. Aqui ja nao se soltam livremente os pensamentos livres sem medo. Aqui se tem medo. Aqui ja nao mais se encontra. Aqui ja se modificou, morfou, mofou. Aqui se seguem as linhas da mao. Aqui ja passou da hora, esta atrasado. Por que é mais facil falar de dor e medo do que descoberta, liberacao e alegria?

Aqui mora a nostalgia, meu amigo.

domingo, 1 de janeiro de 2012

New Year's Eve

I really like your arms...
                      - they like you too ;)

quinta-feira, 22 de dezembro de 2011

Happy Hanukkah!

You came! You're here!
Just what I needed right now, perfect timing, mate!
I called you, shaking it out... thanks for helping me clean my back.
I love how you helped me paddle faster.
I love how you know how and when to calm me down.
Thanks for helping me bury that horse.
I love how you surprise me, me (!), the one who cannot be surprised anymore.
Thanks for keeping me on my toes.
Thanks for your duality.
You got the gist.
Made me write again.