LOVE POEM

My torn flesh,

Eyes glazed, remains of someone who passed.

It's love.

In the dark remembering, trying to forget.

Nothing is enough to numb me.

My great love.

Gone.

If it was between screams and despair, I rejoiced with deep hatred.

I wrote with tears, words of crystal.

I curled up in soft thorns, which penetrated so madly painful.

My love.

Confused, distant, eternal.

Behind the doors I cried, I asked to die.

Without goodbye, without looking.

Every day my coffee is bitter,

Bitter of love.

From dream, cobalt blue dream, dream that veins killed,

Dream of bodies in the snow,

Gray love that burns.

Badly made poem of love.

A MAIOR AGRESSÃO SOCIAL QUE UMA MULHER PODE COMETER, É USAR SEU CORPO COMO PREFERIR.

WOOD GODDESS

THE WIZARDS OF OZ

Certainly a place where there is no more hope, where everything seems strange and out of place. A city called in between clouds, a place not to venture. Through the golden streets, in a gray gold that hurts, the eyes do not rise, and battles have no meaning, only revenge. Magical creatures that populate the place live in the dark, can not More walking, now the steps are insecure and frightened, quick steps to wherever it is, do not waste time in small amusements or conversations, talking is dangerous. Not only the walls have ears, in Oz, even the light poles have them. Shadows are the best companions, we do not want to be seen, we do not look straight into the eyes, it can be dangerous. In the darker of the nights, they are on the loose, masked monsters decimating who crosses their path, with fireballs that, hurled, destroy everything Around them and leave lost souls wandering crying, they look for something, they do not remember more. The magicians of Oz, are cruel, have gifts to modify facts, can even manipulate time, can make bodies disappear, or can create fearful stories Of horror, can look into their eyes with evil smiles. They delight in seeing the fear, they make you walk down the brick road, but there certainly will not find the city of emeralds, the precious emeralds, burned slowly, doing their work in minds, teaching to think, were taken away, now the magicians They control everything, at night on their sliding machines, with magical weapons of destruction, they destroy the city, we lose the peace. This city lost in the clouds can not exist, there are no humans there, mythological creatures populate the place, harpies with ferocious beaks , Basilisks with eyes of fire and gigantic teeth, guard the gates, no one enters, no one leaves, all in silence, without smiling or moaning, accepting and obeying. We wait for the hurricane, perhaps bring someone, who in his fury can drag us Also, we hope that the magicians lose their powers, we wait for the witches, the powerful witches, who clean and bring light, coming from the east or the west, witches who bring us love. The city of Oz, lost in the middle of nowhere , He is afraid of his streets, he is afraid of his stones, he prefers not to resist. He feels the pain and bleeds, he hides himself and spies, he knows the evil, he knows their faces, he is silent and he hopes, someone will someday come.

I feed on the universe.
I complete myself.
In golden gulps, I swallow galaxies.
Between cracks and dimensions I see
An emptiness, sometimes destructive.
I walk through doors.
Ethereal steps.

Me alimento do universo.
Me completo.
Em goles dourados, engulo galáxias.
Entre frestas e dimensões eu enxergo
um vazio, por vezes destruidor.
Atravesso portas.
Passos etéreos.