Burburinhos, gases mentais.

Aprendo a desvendar, se n for quem vai ser.

Sigo, tento seguir, esbarro e volto a esbarrar. Balanço. Faz-me ver o que n quero, abro o que fecho.

Voltas no empedrado manchado pelo sal, absorvo o mel que cai da mão, azedo como o fel que na cara escorre. Observo. Marca, sulca a carne e segue no sentido contrário, esvai-se onde surge, morre onde vive. Parado.

Raiam panóplias de cores, monocromatismos de sons que os tons produzem, na sonoridade do silêncio.

 Reflexos, decisões que refletem o que vai, ou não chegou a sair.

Merda! Só, tanta como a que me sai das mãos, diarreia espiritual que grela nos cornos do casco que tenho na cabeça, esgatanho com o cabelo, deixo marca nas raízes que com tal fertilizante teimam em morrer.

Tenho de soltar amarras.

In My Secret Life

"I saw you this morning.

You were moving so fast.

Can't seem to loosen my grip

On the past.

And I miss you so much.

There's no one in sight.

And we're still making love

In My Secret Life.

I smile when I'm angry.

I cheat and I lie.

I do what I have to do

To get by.

But I know what is wrong,

And I know what is right.

And I'd die for the truth

In My Secret Life.

Hold on, hold on, my brother.

My sister, hold on tight.

I finally got my orders.

I'll be marching through the morning,

Marching through the night,

Moving cross the borders

Of My Secret Life.

Looked through the paper.

Makes you want to cry.

Nobody cares if the people

Live or die.

And the dealer wants you thinking

That it's either black or white.

Thank G-d it's not that simple

In My Secret Life.

I bite my lip.

I buy what I'm told:

From the latest hit,

To the wisdom of old.

But I'm always alone.

And my heart is like ice.

And it's crowded and cold

In My Secret Life"

Leonard Cohen