20091123

A Declaração de Inocência .|. The Declaration of Innocence (2)










Os homens e as mulheres castigam-se indiscriminadamente,
a memória envena a cada segundo os deuses novos

apenas os deuses esquecidos têm a frescura de espírito suficiente para acreditar de novo em nós.


















I am pure.




My purity is the purity of this great Phoenix that is in Heracleopolis,




because I am indeed the nose of the Lord of Wind




who made all men live on that day of completing the Sacred Eye





in Heliopolis in the 2nd month of winter last day,




in the presence of the lord of this land.















I am he who saw the completion of the Sacred Eye in Heliopolis,




and nothing evil shall come into being against me in this land




in this Hall of Justice,




because I know the names of these gods who are in it.































Words from:
0.05;
The Egyptian Book of the Dead. The Papyrus of Ani
Parts Translated by E.A. Wallis Budge and Allen and Faulkner
The Declaration of Innocence-Chapter 125.

Photos: paul-pj-cheng

20091118

Hanging on your words














Pela primeira vez
percebi as tuas mãos como capazes de largar e agarrar
tal uma boca

ou as palavras iniciais nas quais me pudesse pendurar
e ser deixado inteiro


saí da escuridão como uma criança com fome
sem palavras para descrever o que me alimentou


































Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.













Will you let the morning come soon, Or will you leave me lying here?


























I'm hanging on your words,
Living on your breath,
Feeling with your skin.
Will I always be here?






























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Words: versão 0.05; DM "in your room"; Dylan Thomas "Do not go gentle into that good
night"
Photos: Pascal Renoux

20091108

I take god 10 times every day in a cup of coffee












I take god 10 times every day in a cup of coffee

I Know that one day, cafeine will give me eternity
and save me from awaking nightmares

































photos: www.yellsaccani.com/

20091106

vêm aí o frio













cortas o tempo em fatias, e dás sais de prata a comer àqueles seres que em ti a cada retorno bebem menos palavras












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Photos: Bibi Andersen