Mia Couto

stay weird

 

Sr Bolivar

 

Lucy Dacus - Ankles (Official Music Video)

As linhas do desejo

 

Galeano

 

Miracle

 

Grant Snider

 

monkey with anxiety

 

Manoel de Barros

um tanto de "se"

se falo dela pra ela é poema?

se falo dela pra mim é poema?

ou é prece?

será pressa? peleja contra o tempo

se falo dela pra Lua é desvario? pensamento vadio que percorre a madrugada e corre sete léguas só pra chegar esbaforido ao calcanhar dela

se falo dela pro santo é oração?

se falo dela pro verso é poesia?

Forced to work

 

Sunday is a black hole

 Deleuze: "Consciousness is a black hole, the eyes are black holes, and memory is a black hole"

domingo e verso

domingo e seiscentas mil vezes clamei por teu nome baixinho, e por nome eu quero dizer tanta coisa, tantas partes de um todo, todinha, em domingo de chuva, de chá e de verso, de meia quiçá

always

 

Saramago

Na Hora Mais Bonita

Meu Pedaço de Pecado

Jane Austen - no language

 

Charlie Mackesy

 

beijo na alma tem nome?

 

não necessariamente nessa ordem

 

Slavoj Žižek

“I despise the kind of book which tells you how to live, how to make yourself happy. Philosophers have no good news for you at this level. I believe the first duty of philosophy is making you understand what deep shit you are in!” 

― Slavoj Žižek

né não

 

Cortázar

 

voar

e meu verso faz festa com teu vestido, veste a noite, fantasia de meu delírio de madrugada, texto que testa os limites da escrita, desafia o tato a transpor a ponta dos dedos, trajar-se de imaginação, atravessar janelas, paredes, gaiolas... e voar

Picasso

 

bora

 

Acorn / Желудь - Maddie Sharafian / Мэдди Шарафиан

Sylvia Plath

“And so it seems I must always write you letters that I can never send.”

 — Sylvia Plath

Lemony Snicket

“I will love you if I never see you again, and I will love you if I see you every Tuesday. I will love you as the starfish loves a coral reef and as kudzu loves trees, even if the oceans turn to sawdust and the trees fall in the forest without anyone around to hear them. I will love you as the pesto loves the fettuccini and ats the horseradish loves the miyagi, and the pepperoni loves the pizza. I will love you as the manatee loves the head of lettuce and as the dark spot loves the leopard, as the leech loves the ankle of a wader and as a corpse loves the beak of the vulture. I will love you as the doctor loves his sickest patient and a lake loves its thirstiest swimmer. I will love you as the beard loves the chin, and the crumbs love the beard, and the damp napkin loves the crumbs, and the precious document loves the dampness of the napkin, and the squinting eye of the reader loves the smudged document, and the tears of sadness love the squinting eye as it misreads what is written.

I will love you as the iceberg loves the ship, and the passengers love the lifeboat, and the lifeboat loves the teeth of the sperm whale, and the sperm whale loves the flavor of naval uniforms. I will love you as a drawer loves a secret compartment, and as a secret compartment loves a secret, and as a secret loves to make a person gasp... I will love you until all such compartments are discovered and opened, and all the secrets have gone gasping into the world. I will love you until all the codes and hearts have been broken and until every anagram and egg has been unscrambled. I will love you until every fire is extinguished and rebuilt from the handsomest and most susceptible of woods. I will love you until the bird hates a nest and the worm hates an apple. I will love you as we find ourselves farther and farther from one another, where once we were so close... I will love you until your face is fogged by distant memory. I will love you no matter where you go and who you see, I will love you if you don't marry me. I will love you if you marry someone else--and i will love you if you never marry at all, and spend your years wishing you had married me after all. That is how I will love you even as the world goes on its wicked way.”

― Lemony Snicket, The Beatrice Letters

André Dahmer

 

Bárbara Eugênia - Qualquer Jeito (visualizer)

Trista Mateer

sem o teu

 

sim, tudim

 

Santa

Santa Coruja, protetora dos poetas e das horas insones, cuida do sono dela, que o sonho eu invado, capturo, infiltro, com palavras de capim-limão e versos de bem-querência

Enzo Silon Surin

The Ocelots - Crying, Loving, Laughing, Lying (Labi Siffre)

Mari Froes - Gabriela | A COLORS SHOW

dancemos

 

Leonardo Padrón

mais um