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Me ensinou, o avô que não conheci,

a palavra argêntea. que há tantas formas de se conhecer alguém. a palavra prateada, ele me ensinou sem falar nada, quando revisei seus poemas, no silêncio de ouro do encontro entre almas. meu avô paraense virou estrela-do-mar antes de eu nascer e antes de meu pai se casar. deixou um livro compassivo no leito de um rio vivo, do rio se janeiro pra onde, quase menino, pra onde, quase sozinho,…

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Think up an art form

It’s as complete as you can design it. It nourishes you as an inexhaustible source of passion. You won’t be bored or sad or insecure as long as it’s created and practiced by people around the globe. It equals love to beauty, intelligence to generosity. It is so magnetic it makes some shiver, some cry, some shout in ecstasy, turn into solemn quietness and feel thirsty for creation and…

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La Litterature et le Mal

Vc sabe por que meu apelido é Zen Pequeno? Ao menos vc sabe que eu cresci na fronteira entre a Freguesia e a Cidade de Deus? Quando eu era bebê, eu gritava do berço: — Cadê minha mamadeira, porra! Minha mãe diz que eu só pedia mamadeira assim. Eu já sabia que sem ênfase não se interrompe o carteado. Quando aprendi a escalar as grades do berço e apareci na sala encoberta de fumaça que na época…

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Can I play with madness?

Dá pra brincar com a loucura? Respondendo à pergunta de Steve Harris, baixista e dono da banda de metal mais icônica: Tudo indica que não. Estou cada dia mais convencida de que certos episódios de alucinação e delírio de pessoas diagnosticadas com transtornos psicológicos que envolvam distanciamento da realidade são, na verdade, casos de “I see dead people and I see into other dimensions as…

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enouement but blissful

about flamenco and our voice as authenticityI had guitar lessons as a teenager and it felt impossibleI might start singing tomorrowToday, not so muchI don’t dance or play palmas the way I would prefer toThough I have practiced for 33 yearsI won’t say I have triedI’ll say I have acted on my passion to the best of my abilitiesNow, very Chinesely, I-Chingly, easternly, my limit is the greatest…

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A Lesson on the Sofa

Sharing stationary is a great form of intimacy I wrote with her mechanical pencil Held its exquisite colour Felt the degree of pressure it left on paper On her paper: There was no time to go get my little notebook at the little chapel:Her thoughts are so fast I would’ve returned too late Now I left her home and my handwriting is there Quiet inside her notebook Explaining rules, clarifying…

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too subtle?

subtlequietdiscreetpoliterespectfulnicesmartcoolwisesweetnaturally charmingexcitingthoughtfulstill thinkingsilentcontradictorymiscommunication not following throughautistic just like mepacingcreating the rhythm teaching the harmonyfeeling the melodyscaring negative beliefs awayspiritualgroundedsynethesiceloquentdown-to-earthotherworldlysurrealsimple

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No sé esto son vegas o el cielo

Las vegas se parecen tanto con el cielo. Vales férteis, prados abertos. Tu cresciendo… meadows. Toi qui grandis en moi. No lo sé por eso lo toco. En español tocar is play and is touch. I am a koan. I am proof that translating loses nothing and gains all.“Dancing in the famous street I want to love I’ve all the wrong glory” beauty makes me cry. the beauty of your soul makes me dance to the oan no…

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ALIEN MUSIC and DANCE

this is not science fiction or even reverie (checks if word exists) but a take on exactly that – alien music and dance – according to an ET. they didn’t say much but enough to fascinate me. they dance however the individual feels like moving. and their music would sound too simple for us, mostly percursive, with some wind and some string, and here comes the lovely part, they can hear many…

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conversations with this world

I’ll stop running to let the world catch upWho knowsWill it run over meor will it stop in time to see my poems queue up across the street into the windowwhere a Chinese painter paints this sceneme standing, the world scattered around me as an orchestra of mindless chickens My poems are not the ones I writeMy poems are the ones I recognize in othersAre the leaves that come down sliding on…

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El Mundo Camina

Cuando toco palmas, el mundo caminaPorque el alma es generosaY del cuerpo, la fuerza es gitana Ayer me desperté zenHoy me muevo flamencaMañana, en un árbol, soy liquen Sin razon, sin verbo, sin piésLa alegría de ser tres cosasUnidas por una cola de misterio Antes de acostarmeLe doy un beso a mi duendeEn sueño la pasión es explodida Soy un liquen que bailaUna monja que camina con el sonido del…

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O dia em que o pedinte cuspiu na minha face porque eu não dei moedinha

E senti carinho por ele. Era um homem que é uma criança brava com o mundo. Era um homem e, por baixo da sujeira, uma criança a quem não deram banho. Um homem que parecia estar há mais de um ano sem tomar banho. Ele não falava português e pedia moedinha mostrando uma, nos seus últimos fios de paciência e afeto por um mundo animoso.Eu gosto de andar sozinha em ruas desertas à noite. Já virei a…

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saving private fireworks

mental clarity requires a spacious bodyotherwise it’s super intelligence floating around in an unseen universeI’ve been calling myself a variety of ungiven names, Rita the Cabrita, Ruth the Ruthless, Ryan who lives in a country where everyone misreads his name and is an app driver so people hop in like Good evening, Heean, and he replies as quietly as possible, I prefer RyanI’ve been calling…

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The forest comes

What an exciting moment to be alive on Earth. Brazil is hosting the COP30 climate summit in Pará (my grandfather’s state), on the edge of the Amazon rainforest, Lula is our president again, Bolsonaro is to finally be arrested, Dilma is being treated with the respect and honor she deserves, New York elected a mayor who clearly has a heart, a soul and a living body (unlike some previous zombies),…

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The pretty fairy and the hairy moth

I had a yellow dream I can’t rememberThere is debateOn whether remembering just the color of a dream is enough to catalogIt under Dreams that I rememberWith the addendum that as I keep waking I keep dreamingA fact that can only be revealed as I’m dancing to the breeze of a Euphorbia cotinifolia“You are dancing with me”I mistakenly said out loudThey shook their dainty branches as to disagreeAnd…

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subtle like my heartbeat

How much is created?All of it.How is it created?You have the tool kit.How can I guide the flow of creation?It’s implicit. You can feel it, implied like your clit.The whole lives in every bit.Remember when you opened and it hit. All you have to do is never quit. Dogu are small humanoid  figurines made during the later part of the Jōmon period (14,000–400 BC) for my creative friends

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angels loving like humans

even if their end goal is sexwhat this angel does is well of course I would lack words for itwhat this angel does iscome on words, work as a teamwhat this angel does is revolving the cosmos around a ladybug trapped in a cobweb trapped in a cupboardthank you wordsthis angel deserves nothing less than all the variations of their favorite melody hey freud come herenow you know sex is never the end…

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