#lodjinha

[fogoecarmesim]

Tríduo Momesco

Talvez seja o que dizem E as alegrias intensas Atraiam homéricas infelicidades. Mesmo que a miséria me agrade, Mais vale o peito dolorido Que o coração latente. E que goze nesse gozo Do jogo de se foder em comunhão! Me consagro campeã, Mesmo que sempre a última a cruzar a linha de chegada A nicotina já emana da minha pele E a erva me acende Eu me entrego porque sou pública — Sou Puta Virgem sim! Que me toquem o corpo! Usem e abusem que de nada importa! —

Mas se me beijas com os lábios trêmulos E me olhas com pupilas gigantes, Pulso disparado... É o que dizem: “Todo carnaval tem o seu fim.”

[fogoecarmesim]

Moon in Gemini

"What about you and him? I accidentally walked in on you two last night. Sorry ‘bout that." “What about it?” “Well… You know… You guys seemed different today” “The only thing I know is I don’t want to think it through. Yesterday it was; today it is not and I don’t really care about tomorrow. That’s it.” “You? Not caring? That’s quite atypical.” “Not really. I cared for him yesterday and the day before, but I know trouble when I see it and I can’t really afford it.” “Sometimes it is worth the trouble. He looks like he needs someone.” “He’s a grown man and look, honestly… I’m done trying to help men when I’m the one who needs to be helped. It is chasing misery and yes, it might look good on paper, in a poem, but written words are often better faked. If I felt everything I wrote I would be in a mad house by now. If I wrote everything I felt, there would be no paper left. I’m not going to write about someone who won’t spare a word for me. I won’t waste any more thoughts on someone who will disappear. I don’t care. He doesn’t too. We’re fine.” “If you say so…” (“Liar”) “Really.” “You said you wouldn’t think it through… It seems like you already have.” “I hate you.” “You love me.” (Maybe I do)