Saturday, March 21, 2009
Dream of life
The boy was in the hallway drinking a glass of tea
From the other end of the hallway a rhythm was generating
Another boy was sliding up the hallway
He merged perfectly with the hallway
He merged perfectly, the mirror in the hallway
The boy looked at Johnny, Johnny wanted to run, but the movie kept moving as planned
The boy took Johnny, he pushed him against the locker
He drove it in, he drove it home, he drove it deep in Johnny
The boy disappeared,
Johnny fell on his knees,started crashing his head against the locker,started crashing his head against the locker,started laughing hysterically
When suddenly Johnny gets the feeling he's being surrounded
by horses, horses, horses, horses coming in in all directions
white shining silver studs with their nose in flames
He saw horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses.
By Patti Smith...
inspirador...uma verdadeira ode ao dia da poesia...
Lembrei-me de revisitar os " Perfumados Prados do Meu Peito" de Walt Whitman...
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..." Dá-me então a tua música, ó morte, para estarmos em harmonia,
Dá-te a mim porque agora sei que acima de tudo me pertences e
que tu e o amor estão inseparavelmente unidos,
Não permitirei que me enganes mais com isso a que chamava
vida,
Porque enfim compreendo que és os conteúdos essenciais,
Que, por qualquer razão, te escondes nestas mutáveis formas de
vida, e que elas existem sobretudo para ti,
Que, para além delas, surge e permaneces, tu, realidade real,
Que, sobre a máscara das coisas materiais, aguardas pacientemente,
não importa enquanto tempo,
Que, talvez um dia, tudo dominarás,
Que talvez dissipes todo este imenso desfile de aparências,
Que talvez seja para ti que tudo existe e não perdura,
Mas tu perdurarás."
# posted by nadie @ 10:49 PM 
