registros poéticos maravilhosos em todos esses suportes que aglomeram palavras e sentimentos....assim a vida se expande com todos os espinhos e pétalas...assim as feridas se revelam em sépia dourado e sanguinea....assim a vida adquire o sentido na dor e no amor entre suportes e o suportar sem medo de expor e jorrar...
ESCREVER
REGISTRAR
COM O PRÓPRIO SANGUE
O ROTEIRO DE NOSSAS VIDAS
REVELAR O NÚCLEO
DOS SENTIMENTOS
NÃO IMPORTA OS SUPORTES
FRÁGEIS OU FORTES
MUROS OU CAVERNAS
CADERNOS OU FOLHAS DE SEDAS
PELES DE PIPAS
GRAVAR A FOGO
NO JOGO DE LABAREDAS
ESTOPAS E SEDAS
CHAMUSCANDO O MESMO FIM
TUDO QUE A VIDA CONCEDA
MIGALHAS OU QUE EXCEDA
E NOS FAÇA DESPERDIÇAR E DESPEDAÇAR
ESCREVER
REGISTRAR
NÃO IMPORTA O APETRECHO
LÁPIS CANETA CANIVETE OU GIZ
ESCREVER SEM SER ESCRAVO DAS PALAVRAS
ESCREVIVER
O QUE FOMOS SOMOS E PODERÍAMOS SER
AGLOMERAR AS PALAVRAS
IMPULSIONAR OS VERBOS
FORJAR FRASES
ROMANCEAR PERÍODOS
NÃO DEIXAR NOSSAS VIDAS EM BRANCO ENFIM
SERMOS MAIS DO QUE PÁLIDOS ENFERMOS
AMOR RUBOR RUMOR
REGISTRAR
COM O PRÓPRIO SANGUE
O ROTEIRO DE NOSSAS VIDAS
REVELAR O NÚCLEO
DOS SENTIMENTOS
NÃO IMPORTA OS SUPORTES
FRÁGEIS OU FORTES
MUROS OU CAVERNAS
CADERNOS OU FOLHAS DE SEDAS
PELES DE PIPAS
GRAVAR A FOGO
NO JOGO DE LABAREDAS
ESTOPAS E SEDAS
CHAMUSCANDO O MESMO FIM
TUDO QUE A VIDA CONCEDA
MIGALHAS OU QUE EXCEDA
E NOS FAÇA DESPERDIÇAR E DESPEDAÇAR
ESCREVER
REGISTRAR
NÃO IMPORTA O APETRECHO
LÁPIS CANETA CANIVETE OU GIZ
ESCREVER SEM SER ESCRAVO DAS PALAVRAS
ESCREVIVER
O QUE FOMOS SOMOS E PODERÍAMOS SER
AGLOMERAR AS PALAVRAS
IMPULSIONAR OS VERBOS
FORJAR FRASES
ROMANCEAR PERÍODOS
NÃO DEIXAR NOSSAS VIDAS EM BRANCO ENFIM
SERMOS MAIS DO QUE PÁLIDOS ENFERMOS
AMOR RUBOR RUMOR
* Igor Malaschenko*
Seems like only yesterday
I left my mind behind
Down in the Gypsy Cafe
With a friend of a friend of mine
She sat with a baby heavy on her knee
Yet spoke of life most free from slavery
With eyes that showed no trace of misery
A phrase in connection first with she I heard
That love is just a four-letter word
I left my mind behind
Down in the Gypsy Cafe
With a friend of a friend of mine
She sat with a baby heavy on her knee
Yet spoke of life most free from slavery
With eyes that showed no trace of misery
A phrase in connection first with she I heard
That love is just a four-letter word
Outside a rambling store-front window
Cats meowed to the break of day
Me, I kept my mouth shut, too
To you I had no words to say
My experience was limited and underfed
You were talking while I hid
To the one who was the father of your kid
You probably didn't think I did, but I heard
You say that love is just a four-letter word
Cats meowed to the break of day
Me, I kept my mouth shut, too
To you I had no words to say
My experience was limited and underfed
You were talking while I hid
To the one who was the father of your kid
You probably didn't think I did, but I heard
You say that love is just a four-letter word
I said goodbye unnoticed
Pushed towards things in my own games
Drifting in and out of lifetimes
Unmentionable by name
Searching for my double, looking for
Complete evaporation to the core
Though I tried and failed at finding any door
I must have thought that there was nothing more
Absurd than that love is just a four-letter word
Pushed towards things in my own games
Drifting in and out of lifetimes
Unmentionable by name
Searching for my double, looking for
Complete evaporation to the core
Though I tried and failed at finding any door
I must have thought that there was nothing more
Absurd than that love is just a four-letter word
Though I never knew just what you meant
When you were speaking to your man
I can only think in terms of me
And now I understand
After waking enough times to think I see
The Holy Kiss that's supposed to last eternity
Blow up in smoke, its destiny
Falls on strangers, travels free
Yes, I know now, traps are only set by me
And I do not really need to be
Assured that love is just a four-letter word
.
"love is a four letter word" / bob dylan
.
imagem: "jazz from hell - livro II" / Igor Malaschenko / 28.09.2000 / in "jazz from hell" / para frank zappa / (livro # dois/exemplar único) / 43 imagens / inscrições e poemas / sobre papel daler-rowney/180gm / em acrílico, resinas e pigmentos minerais / 24.07 a 20.10.2000
When you were speaking to your man
I can only think in terms of me
And now I understand
After waking enough times to think I see
The Holy Kiss that's supposed to last eternity
Blow up in smoke, its destiny
Falls on strangers, travels free
Yes, I know now, traps are only set by me
And I do not really need to be
Assured that love is just a four-letter word
.
"love is a four letter word" / bob dylan
.
imagem: "jazz from hell - livro II" / Igor Malaschenko / 28.09.2000 / in "jazz from hell" / para frank zappa / (livro # dois/exemplar único) / 43 imagens / inscrições e poemas / sobre papel daler-rowney/180gm / em acrílico, resinas e pigmentos minerais / 24.07 a 20.10.2000
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