Natura

 

Eu podia considerar a minha aurora desperdiçada se nela todos os caminhos errados tivessem sido sempre os percorridos

The quietness inside concedes me a different view

A more translucent and less implicative shape of reality

Gazing at the shades... at least all of them fairly

I’ve seen another world

Where dark imitates light

Where death equals life

Às vezes... ainda visito o outro lado para lá das arcadas do sono

At the end it all comes true

All colors are one only

Exceeding the above

The black bird invaded me a long time ago

Letting himeself to stay forever

I do not know if he sees through my eyes

Or if my eyes have become his own

I realy don’t care 

I now know how to guide me

Through the revered meaning of the whole

Once you go black

Here is another bit of me

Reciting the accent of ash and gold

Hush

Grant yourself the silence of a dark sky full of God

You’ll remain lost until you finally find

The deep warm embrace of the dawn

Just imagine

Yourself burning at the portico of dusk

Inseparable

There is no effort in the supposed relationship between me and the past

Past and future are all the same and I live them simultaneously in each moment of my life

I do not need to remember the past nor to think the future

Simply because I have both in me

I am everything

Shut the fuck up...

We are all Jesus archetype

Have you ever realized this

We are all bearers of the truth

Or kings

Or even gods 

Don’t you ever get tired

...praise of life

I have the hardest task for each one of you:

To accept the moral and intellectual superiority of another person

 

Alternatively you could always try

To explain to me why you keep pretending all the fuckin time

Hopelessly longing to be something different

Denial is the law

Some humans are so self centered and too blind to see that this world is not only built on their own psychological needs

That kind of humans are not in any way required to believe that reality

Each one of them owns already the supreme truth

 

That’s when I realize the ultimate form of nihilism

One way ticket to oblivion

Dear human fellows

What a fuckin waste of precious time you’ve become

Constantly delaying yourself

For a time you do not have

Well done 

If the present represents the surest thing in your chaotic life

Why losing so much time with the chitchat about tomorrow

The horizon

That thing and that something

Is and always will be

Simultaneously... 

To your own dismay

Once admitted the reasonable fact that development has no end and that is not driven by any major unit in which the individual can fully immerse an element considered as an extreme value it leaves only one possible escape:

To condemn that world of becoming as deceptive and, alternatively, to conceive a world set in addition which would obviously be the real world.

But for this you would need a courage worthy of your own sacrifice 

The apparent being

If someone wish in a long term and persistently

To resemble something different or apart of himself

He will get it

Simply because it will be hard for him to be something else

The hypocrite who plays always the same role in life

Soon will cease to be so

Hypocrisy becomes the formula of its normality

What a sad stage so full of puppets

Imitating everything that surrounds them

Copying any trace of effectiveness 

This is all too human for me to handle

Overlapping [to who we are]

The authenticity of us is too far away

From the reasons which could justify it

 

The reality of us begs for the original idealism

Generated in our origins

Hit the light

One of these days you’ll explain to me

After all

What can separate what is indivisible

 

Until then accept your individuality as mere subjectivity

Honesty compelling

People are the sadistic damnation

Of the bloodless nature

Weary frustration seems the ultimate wonder

And what divides us tends to grow stronger

 

In this raw impending hell

If ever losing

Please take care

In case you dazzle yourself too much with all the present things around you You’ll run the risk of underestimating it

Still life

Stupidity is not a unique feature of the stupid

Is not required vocation  - as with the priests

She seems rather to be a contagious disturbance socio-semantic

That sooner or later it will affect us all

 

So... why should we prefer depression over joy

Foolishness over intelligence

Precipitation over tranquility

Shut the fuck up and dare to dance

I know you’re not very fond of me but...

Who the fuck is more idiot – me or the other who once said that he was king?

 

And the messias

And even god itself

Caught in the middle

The free will which you believe you have in you

Is, actually, the greasy serpent of the holy eden in your redundant brain

You can’t trust nobody

Rest assure to...

Fool yourself twice

And your existence will come to an end before deliverance

Grimly as ice

At the doors of demise [edenbeast]

Cry mankind… cry the little whore you truly are

We have suffered and continue to suffer simply because we cling too much to the dream of life and to the fuckin illusions of the senses

We all believed in the fantasy that it is possible to keep everything as it is

We do not accept this world as a flowing river that runs indifferent to each one of us

We commit the arrogant sin of wishing...

 

...to be gods