Arroz Dourado

os olhos se projetam pra fora e ficam lá para sempre o tempo todo é um suplício de vez em quando olham pra dentro e acabam não vendo nada por um momento é o que há de pior o corpo segue os olhos pra todos os lugares no final eles se perdem um ciclo perpétuo tormenta gravada na alma as palavras então fluem de encontro à dor quando se escreve, não importa a hora estendendo os segundos de paz aliviando o choro que então se retira

uma ao lado da outra, enfileiradas todas igualmente marcadas na testa com sangue eu as conheço mas talvez elas não se lembrem de mim não importa muito onde as vejo todos os dias em todo lugar fumando, andando, chorando, sorrindo haverá sempre uma forma de encontrá-las véus cobrindo os olhos visão embaçada eu as carrego comigo em minha mente uma roleta russa, um peão do Silvio Santos rodízio eterno sempre me acompanhando

Is there any recipe for living a life of constant joy? I guess not. Embracing our problems and engaging in unpleasant but necessary tasks may sound as a terrible way to feel joy, but the key to live a better life must be hidden within situations that give us nothing but the sense of present and obligation. Each day we are presented to a perfect standard of living and this is almost always related to an existence with rare moments of reflection and responsibility. We are so addicted to happiness that we forget that going through the motions is just a way of escaping from what were are facing at that particular moment in our life. Understanding what is really necessary to us is  a challenge that we should take daily. May we have the strength to fight our so called identity and accomplish the goal of living a more humble yet meaningful life.

múltiplas faces que se expandem se amontoam e me amedrontam espremendo o sentido da realidade desbotando toda lógica uma por uma seguida de outras imagens que cauterizam  revelam o interior sangrento meus olhos estão secos com sono de mil noites lágrimas que evaporam antes mesmo de eu pensar  o calor não incomoda mais a sujeira vem de dentro pesados passos da alma um susurro triste interminável  why should I bother anyway?

switching phases going places taking chances seeing faces all at once no remorse got divorced of what is lost distraction you were a distraction in the middle of this mess right now  picking up my pieces  made a vow melodies jammed into my mind gotta release all the junk still in the process of moving on day by day going further rollercoaster i never wanted to be on memories that must be murdered 

Hiss of fluffing up against the wall Bouncing squatting split splash spawn Wonder of lush mashed dish Suck mop kush cash Tish Mayhem numb kill tongue Tasting labels maples thumbs Carrying lopes dopes strokes Flying rogues mopes ropes Squishing caramel dripping furuncle Vomiting trebles meaning meadow Smokish thunder soft blunder Inhale calm throwing balm Suspending arms  Waving around Existing charms Waiting to crowd Listening to a bliss sound of wind Caressing the very last time we kissed Touching the memories of us in my head Just wish things had gone differently, she said Nothing makes sense but deep regret Laughing is essence of big neglect Drowning on trance, a chilling object Dripping the blend mixed in my chest I am here, now.

My guts don't tell me to move lately I think they're just tired of my bullshit Like as if I've had enough And I'm way past that limit Maybe they're asking me to stay put To observe how miserable and incoherent I am Adding a little drama, making me weep Once again transforming the afternoon into  despair