Monday, September 15, 2008



















She knows where it will lead her. There is no way that bitter taste can let her forget why she keeps on doing that. For some sorts of pain are just able to ease others.

In the end, she's nothing more than a(n) (in)conscious moth. And her new friend, the heatless flame.

Tuesday, September 02, 2008



















Centrípeta em legato
Permissivo demasiado
Azul, Espiral

Cheiro de mangas e de cristais
Tatuada
Quis, o Chão queima

Três, Sete, Dez com Onze
desrolha deixa Repete
Maculando

Convergente linha ponto
Era uma a vez
bem Me soa