a story about love
My dad shaved every morning before work
I liked observing him;
He had a thing that no one else in my family had
And as a child I felt like I was him
From a different time, with a different set of memories
But with the same smell of lemon tea
One day when he was done shaving
I went to the bathroom and tried to shave
Instead of shaving cream I used tooth paste
It made sense at that time, shaving cream looks just like toothpaste
The paste was cold and fresh
It warmed my skin
I felt in control, I felt like I was the man
I cut my face with the razor blade
My mom gave me tea,“tea cures everything”
And she rubbed it on my face
My dad rubbed my tears
He had a lemon scent on his hands
It warmed my fears
Um Novo Tempo:
New Year's 2013 Silliness.
From the series of bad sleep.
I came from the suburbs of life. My parents were not the kind of people who had many likes or dislikes, a personality based on expression, individuality, or any of the fancy things that generally make someone think that there are more to you than just a basic homo sapiens.
So many things I don't remember
but were so important to me
I always feel pressed against things
I hate the feeling of being forgotten
the distance that always exist
and always stays
I press people I dont know
I press things that are not mine
this is the only way to feel remembered
Weird Bee Poem read by Aaron @BHQFU
Fragment of the poetry group presentation:
"The only war that matters
is the war against the imagination."
"Ha um doce na luz do silencio"
Rituals & Ashes
"Adeus" is used for long and permament departures.