O subsolo

O subsolo by Dostoievski

eu sou um homem doente... so um homem malvado. Sou um homem desagradável. Creio que tenho uma doença do fígado. Aliás, não compreendo nada da minha moléstia e não sei mesmo exatamente onde está o mal.
Não me cuido, nunca me cuidei, se bem que estime os médicos e a medicina. Demais, sou extremamente, supersticioso, o bastante, em todo caso, para respeitar a medicina (sou bastante instruído: poderia então não ser supersticioso, mas sou). Não! se não me trato, é pura maldade de minha parte. Não sabereis certamente compreender. Pois bem! eu compreendo. Não poderei evidentemente explicar-vos em que errei, agindo tão malvadamente: sei muito bem que não são os médicos que eu incomodo, recusando-me a tratar-me. Não engano senão a mim mesmo; reconheço-o melhor que ninguém. Entretanto, é memso por malvadeza que não me trato. Sofro do fígado! Tanto melhor! E tanto melhor ainda se o mal piora.
(by "contos" de Dostoievski)

"A place ahead us"

For the first time urgently Need your sympathy Cause I wanna be away from here when this fuck mess blow up.
In recent days it seemed Like the whole city of Recife is tight to breath. I think twice before I decide get out or not outside my house and see some site or visit some friend´s home. I can´t recall how many times I´ve been talking with myself and get into..
I am once again sitting on my bed waiting for my "muse" appears again and fill me with its power refreshing my mind and turns everything clear and soft.
Now I am once again concetrate and free to write about ordinary things which i pretend to live in my lifetime.
A adventure ahead totally impulse and emotion.
Promises did not wish not ordered!

A delicious part time of the day with you other dimension all passion and commitment, if we stay together no matter the forces against us, there will also be numerous rewards and time spent
I am not going back to a desert of emotion with my own thougths. I am heading on to a future of uncertainty.
Without planes and practices without egos and show-offs people.
Of course I´m not naive. I´ve been around long enough bitting off more than I could chew...
And my nails are rotten because i reached too long just to be with you...
Wondering now if my work out was successfully indeed in my consciuosness..
by Denilson

you

You....


You put forth this energy. I don't know where you get it from. This confidence, this stamina. Man, I'm hella feeling you. You're that dude that people just don't know about. Should I talk to you? Even better will you talk to me? That's too much already invested and you don't even know me. Maybe I'll just chill and wait for you to notice me. If I noticed each time someone was crushin I wouldn't be me.

All of these projections manifest themselves in a form of your insecurities. Then you're mad at me because you expected the world from me without telling me. You try to make my mind up for me and when it backfires...you get burned. Now who's upset? I never said I was any good at playing games. How about a mind fuck! Man, you seem like a prude, even stuck up! All that and I never said a word to you so who has the problem. If you only knew it was you.


You didn't care until you did right. It's the same story each time. Simpletons seem to be a way of life. Damn that's harsh. That's your reality and eventually your own personal purgatory. I learned to take reality straight. You might need a chaser. You're not second guessing me you're second guessing yourself. I'm not sorry anymore. I can't be that sensitive heart on the sleeve wearing dude you want me to be. I'm not feeling that. The next time I "walk" by and you think I ignored you I didn't even see you. Speak up the next time you want to be heard. I get to be that conceited dude because you decided I can read minds when the only thing I've been reading from you is bullshit. I'm not that simple. I'm not saying I'm complicated but if you wanted some second "grade" man then that's what you should have gone for.



You always did let your insecurities get the best of you. I have my own insecurities to deal with and I'm not really trying to deal with yours in disguise. You said not to give up on you but you gave up on yourself. I can't mess with you and that lethargic redundant thing you lead called a life. If I have to be real now's the time to do it. You are afraid to grow up so you lead your life vicariously through others and remain the dreamer you are.



Late night drunken phone calls that brought feelings out you "forgot" you had. You're mad at me because of a choice you thought you had. I guess you just weren't ready. Once upon a cerebral trip I might have cared. You think I hide some deep seeded feelings for you that I'm just too scared to deliver. Or are you afraid to admit that we'll never be more than imperfect strangers.



There are those people that come into your life and you just know that they are special. You don't doubt their motives nor do you second guess their intentions. Then there are those who cross your path simply to teach you a lesson. The lesson may be harsh or humbling, either way they are gone almost as quickly as they came.
By Tony

Earthlings

remember:: Leather is dead flesh and its dead skin, nevertheless without quimic compunds it will decomposed.
Hunitng is a sport, a blood sport where its targets are living and going down by violent death!
from the movie
by the documentary: "Earthlings" - "Terráqueos"

gonçalves dias; Ainda uma vez

"Ainda uma vez"

Enfim te vejo!- enfim posso, Curvado a teus pés, dizer-te Que não cessei de querer-te Pesar de quando sofri. Muito pensei! Cruas ânsias, Dos teus olhos afastados, Houveram-me acabrunhado, A não lembra-me de te! Louco, aflito, a sacias-me D'agravar minha ferida, Tomou-me tédio da vida. Passos da morte senti; Mas que quase no passo extremo, No último arcar da esperança, Tu me vieste à lembrança, Quis viver mais e vivi!
- by Gonçalves Dias –

translation::
Still at once

At last I see you! - at last I can, Bending on your feet, to say you That I did not cease wanting you To weigh from when I suffered. Much I thought! Raw anxieties, Of your moved away eyes, They had me shyness for not remember you near me! Insane person, doomed, starve me Of aggravating my wound, He took me sadness of the life. Steps of the death I felt; But that almost in the extreme step, In the last one breath of the hope, You came me as memoir, I wanted to live more and I Did!

- by Gonçalves Dias -

the wind

The wind

The wind is free smart. It gets in and out wherever it wants. Come in and out without asking permission.
The wild playful wind exciting the sensorial bases, blows our chins, necks and ears...
Hugs the arms and all the wind freezes the body as a cold rope...
The wind is like a dog-without-boss without neckcuff.
Free to come and go but although deseperate for a shelter. It´s wild and free hated and envied... But beyond all this it´s
loved...
And always wanted. Even full of dust. It´s just keep up our eyes closed. The friendly wind heats its enemy; everybody is wanting to be like the wind but they don´t admit to themselves `Cause they know the wind can lose the way back home. even lose itself in fact. But never anyone elseÃ�s way. It always Crush into Somebody´s else face!
We have already tried to copy it. when We run, play at playground, Court of sports, Driving too fast in the car with the windows wide open, jumping bungee-jumping....We have already arrested the wind just for us: we made the air-condioner!
If We´d known how is too slow to make a real wind: Cold air downs, hot air ups!
Dont mind, don´t be worry can´t you see that the wind blows around and gone, but it always come back.
Always Come back for,to you, to us...

By Denilson