The hours

There are two big hands, one bigger than the other, moving in circles, unstoppably, telling loudly life is much more of the same if you don't move ahead them!

Bluered

Irvin Penn

I like blue,

said Jazz.

I like red

wine!

Ego

Filme 'A concepção', de José Eduardo Belmonte

I
go,
eager.
I'd go:
superb;
ego!

Family

Pierre Verger

 I do
I don’t
I will
I won’t
I should
I shan’t
I could,
But now I can’t

I do
You don’t
I will
You won’t
I should
You shan’t
I could,
But my mother says I can’t

You do
I don’t
You will
I won’t
You should
I shan’t
You could,
But my father says he can’t

We do
We don’t
We will
We won’t
We should
We shan’t
We could
We can’t

That’s my family!

Time

Tic, tac, tic, tac, tic –
Eat, drink, sleep, love, smoke, be –
Tac, tic, tac, tic, tac...

rain-bow

rain-bow
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a chuva não vem
a chuva não vai
a chuva é uma menina
de colares coloridos

a chuva paira,
planeja,
mas não cai
ao invés; levita

a chuva ficou para trás

The girl and the bar

Claudia Picoli

1 . Mid-light on a full moon night

Half bottle to a sloppy whisky glass
Sip!, Ssip, sip to a huge silent gulp
The money’s left on the table
Tinkle! Tinkle, tinkle on the bar
Invisible steps are washed with drops of beer

2 . The moving shadows of the tree
Tickle the cracked wall
In each crack
The mute eyes of a witness
On the floor
A dark ruby syrup shines


3 . An angel would be
Why not, so, a mannequin?
Pale, pale – beautiful
There was red in the face
But it was not blush


4 . She left home
She left the bar
She left life

5 . No culprit
The detective told the family
Mum cried
Pop didn’t
Sister:
Ah! A room of my own!

Stella’s lane

An echo of shrilly trains and cosmopolitan murmuring was dying out behind Stella as she was discharged from the bowels of the Flinders Street Station. Under the clocks of the building, all sorts of people stood waiting for their friends, relatives, lovers and other people – including the ones they had never met. It was an imposing French Renaissance construction that reflected goldenly when the sun happened to caress its colours. Unfortunately, that was not one of these days. The sun was hidden playing behind stormy clouds, and Stella did not crash against people waiting under the clocks because she chose an alternative exit – the Degraves Lane exit.

Edith Piaf, even dead, added some colour to that bleak day as her singing muffled the whining trains. Piaf sang from a crêperie which was on the right side of the stairs which took people in and out of Flinders Station. When Stella stepped out the last step, Piaf was singing; a young girl in old fashioned clothes smoked sat on her old fashioned bike; the French man was making crepes, and the smoke of coffee, crepes, and cigarrettes, dissolved in the heavy cold air, but Stella only thought of how dull her life was and ignored the beauty of what surrounded her.

Stella was wearing an old black coat, black pants, black top, and black shoes. She had very dark hair as well as dark circles under her eyes. She herself was dark, contrasting with her extremely fair skin and, yet more, the motley walls and people who cohabited Degraves Lane – a little piece of France, Spain, and Italy; the whole of Europe in a small Australian lane.

People crowded together under marquises and motley umbrellas, walking or standing, but always flicking cigarrettes. Stella lit hers and ordered coffee from an Italian cafe. In the mean time, the clocks, doing their jobs, reminded people of their tasks or pushed them into trains which whined when departed. However, time did not seem to rush in Degraves Lane. People only sat, sipped, puffed, laughed and shared multiculturality and idiosyncrasy.

Stella had something important to accomplish, but what was that? The clouds, tired of the sun teasing their backs, sweated and poured above roofs, marquises, marquees, umbrellas and people without umbrellas. Crossly, they fell apart and left the sun alone, shining its light that both dried and warmed. The light came canalized by the borders of the tall and skinny buildings, creating shades and spots which tourists stopped to photograph, professional photographers photographed, and the people who appreciated beauty appreciated it. A table, under a marquee, was then available. It was Stella’s spot. She sat – blackly-smoking- drinking-her-coffee – the light spotting on her and shading the colours on the walls, umbrellas and clothes of Degraves Lane. That was Stella. That was her lane.

Fatos

Gal é meta;
Zé tá fora.

Zé é meta;
Gal tá fora.

Somos metas;
foras.

Minhas estúpidas frases

As profundezas jamais lançarão de suas entranhas os aromas de uma expectativa.

Multinatureza

Ventilação
Ventilação
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r... Sibilaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaar -
Uma canção
de pássaros, pedestres ou aviões
Sibilar um papo,
Sibilar um traço;

Da mente

Sibilar
Contatos,
Sibilar amarros;

Da gente.

Sibilaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaar...

Home

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Impulso contido
contido
contido
contigo
comigo
impulso
com...

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O-O

Piscaram os dois. Um de cada lado, como se cheios de areia. Molharam-se, lamberam-se, fecharam-se em si mesmos e não viram mais nada. Noite e dia - tudo já era um só. Tempo não havia. Via, via, via. Meus. Só meus. Redondamente amendoados. Melancolicamente negros. Escuro no claro. Olho. Vejo olhos.

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reflexão p(at)[o]ética

Eu e você
Você e eu
Vocêu
vai ser
seu
eu
teu
meu
veio e vai
foi e vem
agora e então
lá e aqui
Maria e José
Ah!
Zé!
Nasceu
Morreu
Levanta
Cai
Dia Só!
Noite Vã?
Uma batalha de lás, de cás
Pontos, pontos: continuativos; finais.

TRYPOETRY

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Scary

It is awfully scary when you meet people from your imagination in real life.

Lt Collins st

Lt Collins st
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"estupidamente azul"