Our bodies are given life from the midst of nothingness. Existing where there is nothing is the meaning of the phrase, "form is emptiness." That all things are provided for by nothingness is the meaning of the phrase, "Emptiness is form." One should not think that these are two separate things.
Qui Mariam absolvisti
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20070316

O dia do Julgamento

Dedico o meu dia de hoje, onde vou ser julgado pelo trabalho académico que andei a fazer, no último ciclo de 7 anos, a todos os que procuraram a luz no meio das trevas.
Dedico a todos os que subiram à cadeira da misericórdia pelos seus próprios actos, que subiram aos ombros de gigantes pela sede de ar puro, a todos os que lutaram contra a ignorância, sem respeito pela ortodoxia das palavras dos credos e dos anti-credos, sem medo do aparelho disciplinador do poder.
A todos os que foram mortos pelos Estados, a todos os que arderam nas fogueiras e nos campos de morte em nome do "sagrado coração" ou da "pureza da raça": bruxas, judeus, homossexuais, ciganos, templários, cientistas, poetas.
A todos os que morreram pela liberdade às mãos de nazis, fascistas, maoistas, estalinistas, atómico-bombistas, imperialistas, islamistas, e esbirros de Thanatos em geral.




E dedico-o às 3 apaixonantes mulheres que me acompanharam neste ciclo de sete anos.



Lindas, inteligentes, cheirosas, amantes, espirituosas, tiranas, dotadas, sentimentais, mimadas, fofas, caprichosas, fortes, espinhosas, frágeis, sensuais, poderosas, sofredoras, livres, ansiosas, calmantes, sonhadoras, libidinosas
cada uma à sua maneira

uma deusa e uma menina perdida na floresta.


De certo modo sacrifiquei-me esta coisa que a minha cabeça não podia deixar de trabalhar um minuto que fosse, sacrifiquei-nos à minha ansiedade de saber, de querer ver lá de cima como um corvo, e tornei-me ainda mais um ouriço. Não poderia ter sido de outra forma? "Gosto de tudo que seja real e que tudo esteja certo; E gosto porque assim seria, mesmo que eu não gostasse".






The mercy seat

It all began when they took me from my home
And put me on Death Row,
a crime for which I am totally innocent, you know.

I began to warm and chill
To objects and their fields,
A ragged cup, a twisted mop
The face of Jesus in my soup
Those sinister dinner deals
The meal trolley's wicked wheels
A hooked bone rising from my food
All things either good or ungood.

And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this weighing of the truth.
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And anyway I told the truth
And I'm not afraid to die.

I hear stories from the chamber
Christ was born into a manger
And like some ragged stranger
He died upon the cross
Might I say, it seems so fitting in its way
He was a carpenter by trade
Or at least that's what I'm told

My kill-hand's
tatooed E.V.I.L. across it's brother's fist
That filthy five! They did nothing to challenge or resist.

In Heaven His throne is made of gold
The ark of his Testament is stowed
A throne from which I'm told
All history does unfold.
It's made of wood and wire
And my body is on fire
And God is never far away.

Into the mercy seat I climb
My head is shaved, my head is wired
And like a moth that tries
To enter the bright eye
I go shuffling out of life
Just to hide in death awhile
And anyway I never lied.

And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this weighing of the truth.
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And anyway I told the truth
And I'm not afraid to die

And the mercy seat is burning
And I think my head is glowing
And in a way I'm hopin'
to be done with all this twistin' of the truth.
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And any way there was no proof
And I'm not afraid to die

And the mercy seat is glowing
And I think my head is smoking
And in a way I'm hopin'
to be done with all these looks of disbelief.
A life for a life
And a truth for a truth
And I've got nothin' left to loose.
And I'm not afraid to die

And the mercy seat is smoking
And I think my head is melting
And in a way that's helpin'
to be done with all this twistin' of the truth
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And any way I told the truth
But I'm afraid I told a lie.
















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11 Comments:

Blogger sonho said...

a LUZ...





te ilumine

:):)

Friday, March 16, 2007 5:02:00 am  
Blogger sonho said...

... vivendo a inteireza do possível...





:)

Friday, March 16, 2007 5:07:00 am  
Blogger A estranha said...

Dá-lhe com alma!Apesar de tudo, estou a torçer por ti!!!

Beijos

Friday, March 16, 2007 3:39:00 pm  
Blogger 0.0 said...

Ho, La belle indiference...

Eu também me estou a torcer, por mim e por ti.

Friday, March 16, 2007 5:05:00 pm  
Blogger 0.0 said...

Mas, apesar de tudo,

merci beaucoup :)

Aí vou eu.

Friday, March 16, 2007 5:38:00 pm  
Blogger NARNIA said...

Brevemente recuperarás uma outra rota, mais repleta de amuletos, outros neons que te movem para outros lugares...



Beijo 00

Friday, March 16, 2007 10:44:00 pm  
Blogger sonho said...

eu poderia cruzar o labirinto



navegar é preciso...
mas viver também é preciso...




:):)

Friday, March 16, 2007 11:02:00 pm  
Blogger voyeur de blogs said...

again, BONS VENTOS para ti.





dizes-nos a ilha ou é segredo?
é que há ilhas lindas na nossa terra.

Saturday, March 17, 2007 3:10:00 am  
Blogger 0.0 said...

Obrigado a todos :) Correu tudo bem no final :)

Sim nova rota, novos faróis, novo ciclo.

Voyeur: É a ilha britânica.

Saturday, March 17, 2007 3:23:00 pm  
Blogger voyeur de blogs said...

Que tal o smog?

Tuesday, March 20, 2007 3:43:00 am  
Blogger 0.0 said...

Não apanho muito smog, apanho aquele "myst" dos campos.
Genial o nevoeiro. Genial.
Mas é um preço muito caro a pagar pelo nevoeiro. muito caro.

Foda.se, mesmo muito.

Tuesday, March 20, 2007 3:46:00 am  

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