and there was solitude it was you and you and you and even when she was there there was only you and maybe if i was there it would have been only you and me and me and me me me again

o cajal negro melado falsas olheiras de meus olhos exaustos o desespero de amor De uma, só uma Noite ao seu lado

um pingo do céu de cracóvia encobriu seus cílios. corvos negros aos berros. lambeu o pingo de céu que lhe escorria pelo canto da bochecha. nunca mais cessou de chover. corvos, corvos, corvos no céu de cracóvia.

Have I lost the simplicity of being human? Am I just tear(ing) the impossible? A schizophrenic man and a blind girl are in love. A schizophrenic man and a blind girl dance. A schizophrenic man washes a blind girl’s feet. So good, so good, I’ve got you. Have I?

Eu pisando em chicletes e você me mastigando tutti-frutti.

Nevralgia lenta estilhaça desde dos dedos dos pés. O quintal amarelecido de caramujos