I thank you for bringing me here

Milénio a milénio...

O universo encaminha-se para onde...?

Para uma gota de suor no teu umbigo...

photos: X-umbigo por 0.0
texto: Zé Elias Nunes

Life...

is a waterfall we're one in the river and one again after the fall
swimming through the void we hear the word we lose ourselves but we find it all....
cause we are the ones that want to play always want to go but you never want to stay
and we are the ones that want to choose always want to play but you never want to lose.
aerials in the sky
when you lose your mind you free your life

Não vou dizer as coordenadas deste pedaço de paraíso onde ela me levou, porque afinal se trata de uma "zona de acidentes mortais", segundo a placa das entidades oficiais do parque natural.
Mas podem tentar adivinhar. Eu só direi frio frio ou quente quente, tal como o sol e a água.

when you free your eyes eternal prize

aerials, in the sky

when you lose small mind

you free your life

aerials, so up high

when you free your eyes eternal prize

Imagino-te prenhe do meu sémen. Barriga bola de sabão a reluzir ao sol do atlântico. Grávida de uma enorme azeitona. Vais parir azeite do mais puro grau de acidez, para temperar tomate maduro com oregãos, queijo de búfala com manjericão, e lábios com língua.
Se for rapariga chamar-se-há “azeitona sem caroço”, se for rapaz será “caroço de azeitona”.
Estamos com o azul cobalto, e azul do mar altlântico a banhar-nos os olhos, a luz dança na baía das nossas retinas numa autêntica alegria Nitschziana, numa alegoria sem tempo.
Falas-me em português com um sotaque estranho, vindo de outros tempos. dizes um silêncio do tamanho de uma tarde, uma tarde doce como um sorriso demorado, um silêncio em portugûes com sotaque estranho.
Eu sei que tu vais fugir esta tarde, eu tenho a certeza disso, mesmo prenhe, ou depois de parir, ou ainda mais tarde, eu sei que vais sair de mansinho um dia quando eu estivr a dormir ressacado de felicidade, e que nunca mais te vou ter, nem um bilhete teu.
Eu sei disso, e é saber isso que torna a dança de luz na tua tua barriga, e o banho demorado dos olhos no azul cobalto, tão precioso e interno.
Eu sei também que enquanto souber que tu vais fugir, enquanto eu não me esquecer disso, tu vais ficando.
E tu vais deixando aqui e ali pequenos sinais de que preparas a fuga, premeditadamente, para me ajudar a não esquecer que vais fugir um dia, porque sabes também que enquanto eu não esquecer isso tu vais ficando. Vais-te demorando, vais preparando a fuga com mais pormenor, com mais calma, a espaços cada vez mais longos.
Depois da azeitona nascer, depois de temperar a salada, depois de mais uma noite como aquela, depois do Inverno, depois do Outono.
Cada dia que passo contigo agradeço a Saturno teres-te demorado; agradeço e tento dar-te razões para te demorares, algumas das quais são deixar-te aqui e ali sinais de que ainda tenho a certeza de que vais fugir. Acaricio-te a pele cada vez como se fosse a última vez, observo o eriçar da tua penugem na nuca como se fosse a primeira vez, e a última, como se fosse um sonho, como se fosses um planeta visitado numa viagem alucinatória, e agradeço aos deuses todos antes de te começar a lamber o corpo, pelos pés.

encontrei um site com umas capas de discos fenomenais, de um gênero musical a que chamaram "space age pop". Esta aqui vem mesmo a propósito. A contagem decrescente para a viagem à lua cheia nas terras encantadas já começou; os reactores estão a aquecer, os bidons de combustivel estão cheios, o foguetão está na plataforma de lançamento. Quando era puto queria ser astronauta. Agora, finalmente, tenho uma lua só para mim.

The Hunger

De pé, ó vítimas da fome!
De pé, famélicos da terra!
Cortai o mal bem pelo fundo!



Messias, Deus, chefes supremos,
Nada esperemos de nenhum!
Sejamos nós quem conquistemos
A Terra-Mãe livre e comum!




Querida...quero inundar-te de amor por dentro, meu amor.
Sente o meu carinho a entrar dentro de ti quando respiras.
Relaxa e inspira profundamente, suavemente,
eu estou no ar,
sou o oxigénio.
que entra no teu sangue
amo-te.

textos
do hino "A Internacional"
sms para X algures no verão
imagens
angelina jolie

Bestial Love (um Amor Bestial)

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil:
for thou art with me;

Sabes, X, Voltei a deparar-me com aquela citação de Bion, que te enviei por sms no dia em que tudo começou entre nós.

The inescapable bestiality of the human animal
is the quality from which our cherished and admired characteristics spring.

Agora temos mais um poema para estudar, um poma para nos para nos guiar, através do vale das sombras, nas terras mágicas, através dos caminhos da nossa bestialidade e da nossa beleza, ambas inocentes, e as encruzilhadas da nossa inteligência e do nossa consciência, ambas .culpadas.

I was sent forth from the power,
and I have come to those who reflect upon me,
and I have been found among those who seek after me.
Look upon me, you who reflect upon me,
and you hearers, hear me.
You who are waiting for me, take me to yourselves.
And do not banish me from your sight.
And do not make your voice hate me, nor your hearing.
Do not be ignorant of me anywhere or any time. Be on your guard!
Do not be ignorant of me.

For I am the first and the last.
I am the honored one and the scorned one.
I am the whore and the holy one.
I am the wife and the virgin.
For I am knowledge and ignorance.

[...]

I am shame and boldness.
I am shameless; I am ashamed.
I am strength and I am fear.
I am war and peace.
Give heed to me.
I am the one who is disgraced and the great one.

[...]

For I am the wisdom of the Greeks
and the knowledge of the barbarians.
I am the judgement of the Greeks and of the barbarians.
I am the one whose image is great in Egypt
and the one who has no image among the barbarians.
I am the one who has been hated everywhere
and who has been loved everywhere.
I am the one whom they call Life,
and you have called Death.
I am the one whom they call Law,
and you have called Lawlessness.
I am the one whom you have pursued,
and I am the one whom you have seized.
I am the one whom you have scattered,
and you have gathered me together.
I am the one before whom you have been ashamed,
and you have been shameless to me.
I am she who does not keep festival,
and I am she whose festivals are many.
I, I am godless,
and I am the one whose God is great.
I am the one whom you have reflected upon,
and you have scorned me.
I am unlearned,
and they learn from me.
I am the one that you have despised,
and you reflect upon me.
I am the one whom you have hidden from,
and you appear to me.
But whenever you hide yourselves,
I myself will appear.
For whenever you appear,
I myself will hide from you.

Sim, não teremos medo de nenhum Mal. Não porque estejamos protegidos por "Deus", mas porque conhecemos o Bem e o Mal, e passámos para além. Agora vamo-nos portar bem mal
Vamo-nos portar (para além do) Bem (e do) Mal
:)








Textos:
Psalm 23 of King James
Bion, Attention and Interpretation, capitulo 6, paginas 65-66.
Excerto de "Thunder Perfect Mind"
Imagens:
Luis Royo Dreams 29, 47
Walter Crane Beauty and the Beast (Routledge, 1874)

So in her I do confide

And she keeps me satisfied

Gives me all I need

X: Amo-te muito! Tem um sonho bom!
0: vou ter concerteza, contigo

foi isto que me manteve afastado de ti este verão.

"isto" tomou conta da minha vida, da minha mente, do meu destino. Existe sempre um obsessivo "isto" na minha vida, afastando-me "daquilo", "daqueloutro" e daquela que desejo. E aquilo e aqueloutro e aquela a distrair-me "d'Isto" o qual depois se vinga raptando-me a mente durante anos. Um dia talvez seja verdadeiramente livre, quando acabar de meter os males do mundo todos numa equação para perceber o que correu mal e como há-de se fazer para correr bem. Depois de 6 anos metido na biblioteca labiríntica de que falava Jorge Luis Borges, acho que já percebo o que correu mal com o mundo. Estou a começar a preparar-me para fazer as coisas correrem bem. Contigo, "X" :).
End if, end loop, execute.

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take me home

.

take me home, you silly girl, put your arms around me.take me home you silly girl, all the world's not round without you. I'm so sorry that I broke your heart, please don't leave my side. take me home you silly girl, cause I'm still in love with

yooooooooo

u.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XewO1DB96To

Foda-se

A felicidade é como a gota de orvalho numa petala de flôr. Brilha tranquila depois de leve oscila e cai como uma lágrima de amor

OUVIR

letra: "felicidade" Jobim/Moraes
photo original: X-girl, detalhe escolhido e cores invertidas por 0.0

the twilight hour

You're laying on your bed And making shadows on the wall. It's almost too hot to move

Outside your window People are driving home from work For the weekend.
But your waiting for the phone to ring. Your gonna tell her exactly what you think.
You practice getting your mouth around the words That explain the way you feel. You've been scared to show your real self In case she doesn't like what she sees. You've been a prostitute to humility. She's invaded your life
And you've got to live apart In order to survive
You were emotionally independent But starved of affection. But now you've been trapped by tenderness And been beaten into submission
It's now way past the hour she usually phones
You've decided not to tell her your little joke. Where could she have got to?Why is she torturing you?
You roll on your side And run your fingers through your hair. Your scared of losing her
And facing yourself.
A red sky at night may be a shepherds delight
But your cutting chunks from your heart And rubbing the meat into your eyes. She can't leave you now. You've given up all your friends. You're relying on her For your independence. She can't leave you here Alone and defenseless. You're relying on her For your independence
(x2)

You're relying on her
(xToFade)













letra: The The "the twilight hour", album "Soul Mining".
Photo: anónimo "não me pergunte como isso aconteceu..."

the red riding hood and the werewolf

Cat Power - Werewolf

Howl Who's that I see walking in these woods. Why it's Little Red Riding Hood. Hey there Little Red Riding Hood. You sure are lookin' good. You're everything a big bad wolf could want. Howl.
Listen to me! Little Red Riding Hood I don't think little big girls should Go walking' in these spooky old woods alone. [...]




Little Red Riding Hood, Even bad wolves can be good. I'll try to keep satisfied, Just to walk by you're side. Maybe you'll see things my way, Before we get to Gramma's place. Little Red Riding Hood. You sure are lookin' good. You're everything a big bad wolf could want.

"And of course I think you're trying to seduce me. Always. I am too vain to believe you would not. But it does not make much difference, you can well leave me in that flattering perception, and I can feel so great being desired and resisting. "

You play dangerous games Red Riding Hood..

"If youve been hiding from love, I can understand where youre coming from. If youve suffered enough, I can understand what youre thinking of, I can see the pain that youre frightened of"

But in what regards to the attitude "feel so great being desired and resisting", gosh, that is a very unsustainable game...rocket fuel... It's an endogenous drug.

You are feeding yourself of the scent of men's libido. you are sucking them out of their vital energy. No wonder you feel guilty about your "graveyard".

Forever guilty, but... forever inocent, "see but do not savour", but the gaze can "kill". . .
What if I told you that the "truth" was that I wans't "seducing you" because I desired you.
I wasn't even seducing you, as I was telling the truth. What if I told you that All that I was doing, whatever that was, was because I Loved you.

Could you resist Love? :)

Do you know what Love is? What's the diference between Love and seduction, Love and desire?

How dangerous is this game I'm playing? Is this really a game? or is it an ame, une ame, l'ame.

A game or an aim? I don't know. To think of it as a game is reassuring.
But then again, the "thing", whatever that is, might want me to think it's a game so that I can keep playing it, without me being scared by the risks it implies.

Providence protects the daring ones anyway. Otherwise I would be disgraced by now. :)

on the other hand. me writing this and scaring you might be a way of warning you to escape, escape now of this "thing", run and never look back.

but even more scary would be if now it was too late already. the "thing" caught you already.

Even if you run now, it's helpless, you will carry it with you, in the hearth of darkness, the darkness of the hearth and you will have to return to me, or be haunted all your life...

For the werewolf, for the werewolf Have sympathy 'Cause the werewolf he is someone Just like you an' me. Once I saw him in the moonlight when the bats were a flyin'
All alone I saw the werewolf and the werewolf was cryin'

Cryin' nobody, nobody, nobody knows How much I love the maiden as I tear off his cloths. Cryin' nobody, nobody, knows of my pain When I see it has risen that full moon again

When I see that moon movin' through the clouds in the sky
I get a crazy feelin' an' I wonder why
Oh the werewolf, Oh the werewolf
Comes travelin' along, He don't even break the branches
Where he's been gone

For the werewolf have pity, not fear, an' not hate
'Cause the werewolf might be someone that you've known of late

Oh the werewolf, oh the werewolf Comes travelin' along
He don't even crush the leaves. Where he's been gone

http://yerf.com/uploads/thornwolf

Go, my sadness And tell her that without her it is not to be
Tell her, in a prayer to return to me for I can't bear this suffering anymore
No more blues
The reality is that without her There is no peace, there is no beauty
There is only sadness and melancholy that won't leave me, won't leave me, won't leave

But if she returns, If she returns, What a beautiful thing, What a crazy thing
For there are fewer fish swimming in the sea than the kisses that I will give on your mouth
in my arms my embraces There will have to be millions of embraces tight like this, stuck like this, quiet Embraces and kisses and caresses without end
It is to end with that business of living far from me, I don't want that business any more
of you living like this We are going to quit this business of you living without me

Red Riding Hood Tulips

o gato da sorte Japonês deseja uma boa época de caça aos caçadores de caçador

a gata foi-se meter nos copos...

lovecats

Ah
We move like cagey tigers
We couldn't get closer than this
The way we walk
The way we talk
The way we stalk
The way we kiss
We slip through the streets
While everyone sleeps
Getting bigger and sleeker
And wider and brighter
We bite and scratch and scream all night
Let's go and throw
All the songs we know...

Into the sea
You and me
All these years and no one heard
I'll show you in spring
It's a treacherous thing
We missed you hissed the lovecats

We're so wonderfully wonderfully wonderfully
Wonderfully pretty!
Oh you know that I'd do anything for you...
We should have each other to tea huh?
We should have each other with cream
Then curl up by the fire
And sleep for awhile
It's the grooviest thing
It's the perfect dream

Into the sea
You and me
All these years and no one heard
I'll show you in spring
It's a treacherous thing
We missed you hissed the lovecats

We're so wonderfully wonderfully wonderfully
Wonderfully pretty!
Oh you know that I'd do anything for you...
We should have each other to dinner huh?
We should have each other with cream
Then curl up in the fire
Get up for awhile
It's the grooviest thing
It's the perfect dream

Hand in hand
Is the only way to land
And always the right way round
Not broken in pieces
Like hated little meeces...
How could we miss
Someone as dumb as this?

I love you... let's go...
Oh... solid gone...
How could we miss
Someone as dumb as this?

tudo está certo

[...] As flores florirão da mesma maneira E as árvores não serão menos verdes que na Primavera passada. A realidade não precisa de mim Sinto uma alegria enorme [...] Gosto que tudo seja real e que tudo esteja certo; E gosto porque assim seria, mesmo que eu não gostasse. Por isso se morrer agora, morro contente, Porque tudo é real e tudo está certo. [...]






Texto: Fernando.P.
photos: Veronica .V.

porque carga de água a navegar no desconhecido?

Qual o reflexo lume do polido Espelho de aço ou de cristal fermoso, Que, do raio solar sendo ferido, Vai ferir noutra parte, luminoso, E, sendo da ouciosa mão movido, Pela casa, do moço curioso, Anda pelas paredes e telhado, Trémulo, aqui e ali, e dessossegado:

No meio do oceano, não cartografado, em frente ao desconhecido, mais do que isso, a navegar própriamente no desconhecido... Não temos culpa das normas arbitrárias do sítio do espaço-tempo onde nos encontrámos nascidos. Não fomos nós que as fizémos, não jurámos por elas, não nos foi dado a escolher.
Porquê obedecer?
Porque carga de água?
(talvez apenas a carga de água que está em frente, para atravessar?) versao 0.0

(a arte da vida não será de facto esperar- o mais serena, pacífica e confortávelmente possível- pela morte?
[inspirado em Jesus de Montreal, o Actor confronta o Padre sobre o sentido da vida) versão 0.0

Tal há-de ser quem quer, co dom de Marte,
Imitar os Ilustres e igualá-los:
Voar co pensamento a toda parte,
Adivinhar perigos e evitá-los,
Com militar engenho e sutil arte,
Entender os imigos, e enganá-los,
Crer tudo, enfim; que nunca louvarei.
O Capitão que diga: «Não cuidei.»

CAMÕES! ...Vai chatear os Caimões.
a arte da vida não será, mas é, de facto, esperar- o mais serena, pacífica e confortávelmente possível- pela morte?





Hum...?

texto inicial: Lusíadas; Canto VIII (Parte II), 87 e 89.
fotos: por X-girl, detalhes escolhidos por 0.0

Repent and follow me

IMPORTANT: soundtrack for the following 2 posts (click here)

"Repent and follow me. Come and you will see." Lectio Divina on John 1:29-42










By the power of "Jah", the "Holy Ghost" - or wathever is called the Free Human Spirit- who speaks through Jesus - or Buddha or any other of the Awakened Humans -,
an "Angel" - or whatever are called the best parts inside the human mind-, that was arrested by the dark side of the force - or whatever is used for the Empire of Thanatos- gets free, with the help of the pentcostal power of the Living Gospel and turns symbolically into a beautiful, but also rapacious, dove.