13 de julho de 2008

something like Jim

it sometimes happends to me
lost the mind
let the body go
and the soul
let it flow
and i
lost me
and i
am
no more
or so

how to count it?
and how to tell?

how to keep it?

it´s an endless joke
to roll and come back
a square
it´s an endless joke
so forget it
and stare
there´s anyone laughing?

it ought to be
i except of me
dance it

there´s a state
that doesn´t need
any thought to count the rate
there´s a state
that keeps going
and even if you need
something to show it
to awaken your eyes
and flow it
it´s there already
right now
beneath you
above

and you know it

5 comentários:

Daniel Weinmann disse...

Lindo, irmao! Lindo irmao, como sempre.

Anônimo disse...

There's always a moment when we feel like that, with the perpectives falling away, vanishing, like dust. Opening your eyes, opening your mind and heart is the best to do with so many conflits that harm ourselves and makes us unavailable to live in certain way. We choose how to feel sometimes. This is what makes grow. The brick that hurts our faces, making us awake again and start it all back.

Carol Verde disse...

Tu é brilhante,Pedro.
Sempre acarinhando de alguma maneira!!

Unknown disse...

Volta e meia passo por aqui, e sempre, invariavelmente, me arrebatas!!!
És simplesmente sublime...
É como ser tocada por uma anjo.

Unknown disse...

apopaplus angustifolius
e o nome cientifico da uma herba pra o figado
sou nome mais comun e
wuuaaa no lebroo

mas e boa