soul lens

I wish I could erase my love for you forever glaze. it would somehow all of us amaze since I couldn’t even change the pace of my thoughts for you always on a chase. let’s restart and rephrase… what if I could somehow replace the hole you fill in my inner space. sometimes I look around and see you face to face, like that once I had your eyes on mine for a very short glance. how can I stop your entrance in the very soul of mine always in this wretched sufferance. how much more time will I have to be in this trance… what was there in that long embrace… the entire universe and all it’s reference!




I sat and the darkness surrounded me. gradually, it came taking over my feet, crawling up my legs. the pitch was so intense that it was sprawling itself in absence. shortly there was no foot, and through my leg it passed depriving it of life. two they were so the pitch ran then twice. the hands so weak didn’t even rouse reluctance: they let it pass. so through the arms it began to spread itself steadily. soon there were no more limbs. up through the eyes it came, depriving them of sight. it came freezing then the brain already almost clueless. but what to do without the thought? well I know: there still remains the heart. it was then that suddenly I got why the dark had found me there, not without a reason fair: it knew I was easy prey because you left my chest hollow and completly out of pace.


self-portrait in the dark over stories. photography over drawing on paper. 2015


original em Português:


The cool pale complexion can no longer bear
these flying hours that find no way through despair
for the being that at it’s most chaste limit
feels the mind oozing from seed to budding plant
through her infertile womb of love deprived sand
like persistent seedling grows in these mud
soaked in tenderness and omnipresent love
and the permanent cry streams in a flow
the more you reveal yourself the higher I go
the wanting grows and from seedling savage beast
condemned to run till rupestrian exasperation
aloof and indomitable snatching the vastness of this
succumbed to the heart poor mind in devastation




sucumbência, acrylic and ink on paper over wood. 2014

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