Wheels

It’s been four days
I’m driving around
my nails are carved into
the steer and the ground

I’m safe, I’m drunk, I’m lost
Need no map or chart
It will make no difference
On an off-road of ghosts
or half dead vagabonds

It’s been four years
I’m still lying around
my skin is blue and wrinkled
but my mind is found

I’m safe, I’m drunk, I’m found
Need no map or chart
It will make no difference
‘cause I know my way
is straight ahead, not down.

NMS, 29/01/2008

Assim Falava Zaratustra

" «(...) Quanto a ti, louco, eis o preceito que te dou à guisa de adeus: Onde já não há nada para amar - segue o teu caminho!»
Assim falava Zaratustra e afastou-se, deixando atrás de si o louco e a Grande Cidade."

Frederico Nietzsche, Assim Falava Zaratustra

Risk

They tell me that living
is leaving
without looking back
with the voracious insomnia
of never leaving anything undone.
Do I regret it?
No…
I leave, but I don’t run
‘cause despite the fear,
the phobia, I have already conquered it.
The sudden is in term,
the moment is volatile,
the instant is staunch,
and life is ephemeral.
If the risk I take
is insane,
than I am demented
and crazy are those
who incite me.

Nelson Santos

tradução para inglês de “Risco”,

posted em 09/02/2005