Straw And Sailors

About that cold, makes stalactites and stalagmites in ventricles of the heart, in the lungs, in the pharynx, as if the entire body becomes a frozen cloud. *(* About that heat, makes us sweating, instead of the water, a blood. *)*  About animals that will be extinct, so we begin to strip each other’s skin,…

Utopia

Days are gone, all of them, with all who are in them, with all that is in them, no trace was left to prove that they have existed, except for steps being embarrassed between the last wait, and the memory; demolish their echo, between an awakening and a siesta: a night silence; once that lonely…

Human Beings

And if we’ve, since the very beginning, seen the existence as it is: a painful mixture of darkness and snow perhaps, we would be convinced, the moment we discovered how to set the fire, to stop seeking, would sit every night with our bodies sticking to each other, staring at it, the fire into each…

Cane Fields

We, even before get born, fear silence; that we do not even hear, a sound of a small heart beside us, knocking the emptiness of this infinite darkness. *)* That we could not fall in sleep, even if we were sleeping above a kiln, without a cover above our bodies; that’s a genetic fear of loneliness,…