Friday, 14 December 2007
Monday, 3 December 2007
Sunday, 2 December 2007
Saturday, 1 December 2007
Sonho? Evasao? Ou simples forma de fugir ao tédio?
Bóiam leves, desatentos,
Meus pensamentos de mágoa
Como, no sono dos ventos,
As algas, cabelos lentos
Do corpo morto das águas.
Bóiam como folhas mortas
À tona das águas paradas.
São coisas vestindo nadas,
Pós remoinhando nas portas
Das casas abandonadas.
Sono de ser, ser remédio,
Vestígio do que não foi,
Leve mágoa, breve tédio,
Não sei se para, se flui,
Nao sei se existe ou se doí.
Portrait
Foto: Claustro da Igreja de S. Gonçalo- Amarante 2007
Modelo: My Sister
Manip.: Tons e moldura
Friday, 30 November 2007
Thursday, 6 September 2007
Wednesday, 22 August 2007
Thursday, 19 July 2007
Friday, 13 July 2007
Tuesday, 10 July 2007
Tuesday, 26 June 2007
Monday, 25 June 2007
Sunday, 24 June 2007
Silence
Silent whispers surrounding me
Ancient voices calling in the haze
My soul yearns for your touch
Whispers, silence…
My body shivers feeling the cold of death…
My spirit wanders over my thoughts
Lost between shadow and light…
Silence…
Let the unconsciousness take over my will
Abandon myself to a peaceful dream
Whispers..
Friday, 22 June 2007
Through Infectious Waters
" Heal my heart, my weeping soul...
I consign this putrid flesh.
Nothing here, nobody there...
Erroneous illness shouting.
The outcry reviles this tattered soil...
Drowning the world in filth and distortion.
Forfeit my injured soul, this affliction I respire!
Heal this restless spirit – that bestowed naught.
Heal this heart that approached the world, as I relegate – I consign!
Heal my heart, my weeping soul...
I consign this putrid flesh.
I’ll leave my conscience to die."
Thursday, 21 June 2007
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