dos meus olhos sacia a sede
e
descortina
do meu mar `a tua lua
inaugurando em calda de fogo
nosso manjar.
a AçãO tRansfOrMaDora
3 dias atrás
Quarta-feira, 24 de Junho de 2009
Quinta-feira, 26 de Março de 2009
poesia?!
Keep sailing. The streets are short. But the ocean is infinite.
the boy is high
he got some weed
and four pints of bud light
black jeans and red shirt
hair stuck in ponytail
I don't want to fuck
but I want another beer
he said to a guy who asked his name
soft cell is playing
I can look deep into your light and shout
hold me hold me hold me hold me
one of the stranger hands
brings a stella artois
and the left one touches his belly
five hundred crunches a day
and a golden path of soft hair
leading to his sex
another wednesday night
east village new york
red shirt and white underwear
white underwear
loose hair
another thursday morning
this time at brooklyn
fuck all hipsters
massive attack protection
good taste for a fast cum shot
now I should leave
black jeans and red shirt
L train 3 train 1 train home
Sexta-feira, 20 de Março de 2009
Quinta-feira, 19 de Março de 2009
Quarta-feira, 11 de Março de 2009
THE SUPER ADORABLES!
Anyway, how I told in my last blog: LET'S BACK TO THE GAME!
And I went to my date with THE L.A. GUY.
He is nice, cute and very handsome. His color skin is beautiful, something between Santiago do Chile and Mexico City. We changed some few phone messages and he use to said: YOU'RE SUPER ADORABLE. So I thought: WHY NOT?
How I got a job in the day of our meeting, I asked him to we rearrange for the next day. So he invieted me to a friend birthday party.
OK. I'm ready.
The friend it was ex-wife of Axel Rose and we went to a fantastic place called CASA LA FEMME, in the West Village. It was a big party, like for 30 friends. And almost everybody it was from the west coast.
After 30 minutes I started to get bored.
They had only 3 subjects on that table:
1. LABELS
2. TANNING
3. COCAINE
He is such a good kisser, but when he started to asked me about their friends:
- Isn't she adorable?
- Isn't she fabulous?
- Isn't she beautiful?
I decided to stop with that show.
For Christ sake!
At least to save my life from that hell one of the guests was late. And she came to bring something fresh for that conversation.
IT WAS NATALIE PORTMAN.
And she seat almost by my side.
If we talked?
Yes, a kind of... about Brazil.
She is beautiful and sweet and that's it.
TELL ME MORE! TELL ME MORE!
WHAT DO YOU WANNA KNOW?
UHHHH...
The summer is a promise, but is coming.
I am looking forward for that.
BUT THE BEST THING ABOUT THIS TIME IS THAT I CAN SAY AGAIN AND OUT OF LOUD:
I LOVE NEW YORK.
I love New York.
I still miss somethings from my recent past.
And I still ask myself about that.
Therefore... IT'S ALL ABOUT FUN, isn't it?
Sexta-feira, 6 de Março de 2009
for me it doesn't work if I don't feel butterflies in my stomach.
And that's it.
Since a long time without open myself for dates I'm trying to back to the game again.
Ok, GAME: I don't like this work but I think it's the most appropriate.
But you know... we are living our lives,
and we walk around the streets,
and we go to bars,
clubs,
and we meet the friends of our friends,
we meet knew friends who have new friends,
and we go for house parties,
and we have facebook,
myspace...
And we flirt,
we smile,
AND WE ARE ALREADY IN THE GAME.
THERE IS NO CHOICE, IT'S LIFE MACHINE OPERATING ITSELF.
But like I told before, I was not in the mood for dates.
And now... I can feel the mess all around!
You have all this different people that you met and invitations for drinks, just a coffee, a complete night with dinner or just for casual sex and you don't know what to do.
I really can imagine that for certain people is easier to arrange all the mess, but for me!
I can make more and more mess all over it!
I appoint and re-schedule and cancel and give up...
WHY?
BECAUSE I AM STILL WAITING TO FEEL AGAIN ALL THE BUTTERFLIES IN MY STOMACH!
I OPERATE IN THIS WAY.
And for sure I don't know to be different.
For sure that's a lie, some of my friends can say.
I used to be a good player.
And I still can be one.
Therefore I am getting older and I don't want "half things".
How I hate half of a love
In the same way I do not conform to be half hungry
Not delight me be a half dead
And not satisfy me have a half fuck
Could I translate all the emotion in the Ferreira Gullar poetry?
I hope God forgive me for trying to to do that!
Anyway, that's the point in my life right now and ever:
I WANT TO FEEL THINGS STRONG ENOUGH TO MAKE MY LEGS TREMBLE!
I WANT AGAIN BUTTERFLIES IN MY STOMACH!
Such a teenager, you can think.
And yes, I agree.
But thinking like a man, I am going out for a date tonight.
Maybe tonight, in our second meeting, I might find something new.
AT LEAST, I HOPE SO.
Sábado, 28 de Fevereiro de 2009
notas do fim da garrafa!
Life is good.
And good things happen for good people.
I am feeling really proud of me. And about my determination.
I still cannot understant somethings about english.
Or about the english american people use.
Or about amercian people.
Or just about people in general.
I AM IN GWENN'S HOUSE. IT'S SATURDAY NIGHT.
WE HAD PISCO FROM PERU... BEERS FROM CALIFORNIA.
NOW WE ARE GOING TO HAVE SOME P . O . T . THAT THE GIRLS ARE GOING TO GET.
AND MORE BEERS.
WE ARE LISTENING GOOD MUSIC.
AND EVEN THE STRAIGH GUY HERE, MIKE - THE ROOMMATE, IS SUCH A QUEEN!
HE IS HOT! RISOS.
I miss feel full of love.
But I realize I need to walk in the line.
My line.
I am drunk.
Don't pay attention on me.
Don't give a shit on me.
I put VOGUE to play in the I TUNES.
Such a gay song!
DRUNK DRUNK DRUNK!
Cristina and me... we are playing like Jack and Karen from Will And Grace.
Of course I'm Karen! RISOS.
There is a beautiful dog in the house. Lilly.
She is a half pit bull and a half boxer.
She is lovelly and kissed me all the time.
Maybe I am becoming a straigh guy. Or a dog.
Am I becoming a dog?
"It makes no difference if your black or white.
If your a boy or a girl.
...
VOGUE VOGUE."
Shut up boy!
Back to your beers.
Forget the sadness.
YES WE CAN.
And good things happen for good people.
I am feeling really proud of me. And about my determination.
I still cannot understant somethings about english.
Or about the english american people use.
Or about amercian people.
Or just about people in general.
I AM IN GWENN'S HOUSE. IT'S SATURDAY NIGHT.
WE HAD PISCO FROM PERU... BEERS FROM CALIFORNIA.
NOW WE ARE GOING TO HAVE SOME P . O . T . THAT THE GIRLS ARE GOING TO GET.
AND MORE BEERS.
WE ARE LISTENING GOOD MUSIC.
AND EVEN THE STRAIGH GUY HERE, MIKE - THE ROOMMATE, IS SUCH A QUEEN!
HE IS HOT! RISOS.
I miss feel full of love.
But I realize I need to walk in the line.
My line.
I am drunk.
Don't pay attention on me.
Don't give a shit on me.
I put VOGUE to play in the I TUNES.
Such a gay song!
DRUNK DRUNK DRUNK!
Cristina and me... we are playing like Jack and Karen from Will And Grace.
Of course I'm Karen! RISOS.
There is a beautiful dog in the house. Lilly.
She is a half pit bull and a half boxer.
She is lovelly and kissed me all the time.
Maybe I am becoming a straigh guy. Or a dog.
Am I becoming a dog?
"It makes no difference if your black or white.
If your a boy or a girl.
...
VOGUE VOGUE."
Shut up boy!
Back to your beers.
Forget the sadness.
YES WE CAN.
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