That was not Halloween

Ants are in the sugar
Muscles atrophied
We're on the other side, the screen is us and we're t.v.
Spread me open,
Sticking to my pointy ribs
Are all your infants in abortion cribs
I was born into this
Everything turns to shit
The boy that you loved is the man that you fear

Pray until your number,
Asleep from all your pain,
Your apple has been rotting
Tomorrow's turned up dead

I have it all and i have no choice but to
I'll make everyone pay and you will see
You can kill yourself now
Because you're dead in my mind
The boy that you loved is the monster you fear

Peel off all those eyes and crawl into the dark
You've poisoned all of your children to camouflage your scars
Pray unto the splinters, pray unto your fear
Pray your life was just a dream
The cut that never heals
Pray now baby, pray your life was just a dream
(I am so tangled in my sins that I cannot escape)

Pinch the head off, collapse me like a weed
Someone had to go this far
I was born into this
Everything turns to shit
The boy that you loved is the man that you fear

Peel off all those eyes and crawl into the dark,
You've poisoned all of your children to camouflage your scars
Pray unto the splinters, pray unto your fear
Pray your life was just a dream
The cut that never heals
Pray now baby, pray your life was just a dream

The world in my hands, there's no one left to hear you scream
There's no one left for you

(Man That You Fear - Manson - 1997)

...and a happy new year

Untitled F**King Post

Love can make you lonelier than loneliness itself...

***

She confessed her love to me
Then she vanished on the breeze
Trying to hold on to that was just impossible
She was more than beautiful
Closer to etherial
With a kind of down to earth flavor

Close my eyes
It's three in the afternoon
Then I realize
That she's really gone for good

Anybody seen my baby?
Anybody seen her around?
Love has gone and made me blind
I've looked but I just can't find
She has gotten lost in the crowd

I was flippin magazines
In that place on mercer street
When I thought I spotted her
Getting on a motor bike
Looking rather lady like
Didn't she just give me a wave?

Salty tears
It's three in the afternoon
Has she disappeared
Is she really gone for good?

Anybody seen my baby?
Anybody seen her around?
If I just close my eyes
I reach out and touch the prize
Anybody seen her around?

Anybody seen my baby?
Anybody seen her around?
If I just close my eyes
I reach out and touch the prize
Anybody seen her around?
Lost, lost and never found
I must have called her a thousand times
Sometimes I think she's just in my imagination
Lost in the crowd

(Anybody Seen My Baby? - Jagger/Richards - 1997)

Craps

Call me your tumbling dice

As mãos dos amantes

“[...] e fazíamos a dança serena e harmoniosa de duas mãos unidas numa só, dois braços fundindo-se num mesmo toque... sentindo o corpo todo vibrar com tamanha e esfuziante sensação e ao mesmo tempo tão tranquila e tão envolvente de paz... [...]

[...] (Apesar de toda e qualquer dúvida que possa ter, permanece no tempo uma certeza inquestionável: AMO-TE e sei-o tão claro como a pureza de um dia que volta a nascer, após ter sido embalado nos braços da noite, sua amante...) [...]

[...] embala-me, então, nos teus braços para que, também eu, possa renascer na manhã que se avizinha, como um dia puro e claro... sem vestígios das cinzentas nuvens da incerteza que teimam em apoderar-se de tudo o que em mim é feliz!”

Still Haven't Found...

I have climbed highest mountains
I have run through the fields
Only to be with you
Only to be with you
I have run
I have crawled
I have scaled these city walls
These city walls
Only to be with you

But I still haven't found what I'm looking for
But I still haven't found what I'm looking for

I have kissed honey lips
Felt the healing fingertips
It burned like a fire
This burning desire

I have spoke with the eternal angels
I have held the hand of a devil
It was warm in the night
I was cold as a stone

But I still haven't found what I'm looking for
But I still haven't found what I'm looking for

I believe in the Kingdom Come
When all the colors will bleed into one
Bleed into one
Well, yes I'm still running

You broke the bonds
And you loosened the chains
Carried the cross
Of all my shame
all my shame
You know I believe it

But I still haven't found what I'm looking for

(Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For - U2 - 1987)

Não encontrei...
Mas adoraria encontrá-lo...

Bergman

-
Ingmar Bergman

14 Julho 1918 – 30 Julho 2007

R.I.P.
-

Mikada

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The Loneliest Day

Que dia é hoje?
Quantos dias foram até ser hoje?
E quantos mais serão até hoje deixar de ser?
O dia em que partes ou apenas mais um em que não existes?
O dia em que sobram e se acumulam sorrisos tristes?
Rodeado de uma paz intranquila
Uma paz desordenada
Não
Não existe paz neste dia
E depois de hoje mais nada
Mas afinal, que dia é hoje?

Hoje a dor não tem cor
Não tem alma, cheiro nem sabor
Hoje há uma voz que me acalma
Me envolve, me encanta, me devolve a mim
E me adormece enquanto me fala de Amor
Até que hoje o dia amanheça de novo
Como se o fizesse todos os dias
Mais uma vez, e outra, por favor
E hoje?
Mas afinal, que dia é hoje?

Hoje não sei, não sou, não sinto
Não faço ideia, não posso
Não minto
Sou eu que baralho os sinais que nascem da raíz do tempo
Porque hoje não há santo que me valha
Portanto
Hoje morremos juntos mais um pouco
Não
Hoje não
Hoje o tempo não morre, não desiste
Mas afinal, que dia é hoje?
Hoje é apenas mais um dia
O dia que não existe