out of nowhere
I always leave my house with a notebook in my pocket, hoping to find something worth playing with. I always do. Those are some of my drawings or poems or whatever else that come unplanned - out of nowhere. Most times not thinking. Sometimes not even looking.
My body exists before I do
Theater is like maternity
When the light fades my arms feel useless
The body speaks without speaking
An object at rest remains at rest, and an object in motion remains in motion at constant speed and in a straight line
I believe mirrors skip the sight / And that halves threaten the haphhazard / From my girlhood I am familiar with the danger / And yet I never do nothing / Maybe that is why I lack words and time and steps and maybe that is why misconceptions have been so frequent / Maybe it is because of my eyes that I cannot see / And there are way too many fish out there to make me care / Huge and tiny fishes that can do anything but swim / And even though they do everything / How are they still fishes / If they don't even know how to swim?
Old guy I saw at the Edward VII Park in Lisbon
we shall sing the fear of death and the fear of after death
then we shall die of fear
- Carlos Drummond de Andrade
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I no longer remember my last spring / I haven't sung that song for ages / There are enourmous eyes / But none of them seem to blink / Red words and purple sounds scare me / My skirt no longer spins / I choked on the time and since then / I unlearned how to talk / But yet my thoughtless mind / Insists on trying to speak / I wear a small shoe because my foot no longer grows / Spirals expire, so nothing seems to last / I don't use my name for anything / I am not sure of anything.
Echoes and drains
The end of the beggining stays right next to the
beggining of the end
The Chaos
Don't look at me!
Confabulating:
I don't remember how I got this purse...
... but it must have been extraordinary!
You can't eat money
(you can eat fish!)
The Museum of The Obsolete
