domingo, 18 de abril de 2010

Reação


















Do box,
entre
vapor,
gota,
pensamento,
capturo o robe cor de uva rubi,
içado no ar
como ectoplasma quase completo,
no último gacho do lado esquerdo
do cabideiro de três pontas:
solidão feita de ausência.

E me seco com tua toalha.

First letter to a friend

I thank you, my friend. I thank you very much.
For give me those so-so-precious moments of serenity by a restful sea of thoughts.

Because,

it takes the absence of one calling or a quick dry text message -
to make opal, a certain moment of the day, -
to recall, repeatedly
-once –more- again –and- again –

performing everywhere i look,
the emptiness of her spaces,
...
...
me, who once couldnt capture the whole scene...
now,...
(I understood,
perfectly,
all the metaphysics of being,

I can watch the results of quantic physics,
applied to the era of consciousness,
in my breakfast,
in my afternoon,
at this beginning of dawn…

There are these holes ….
anti-matter, a molecular detachment
that abducted my daily reality as I knew…and yet,
I know…

Fragments all over the place
coliding me...Peaces of her. )

(No, I won’t look the cell phone again –
why am I so worried? She´s ok…I am ok...She´s ok…...)
...
occupying all the rooms of my body,
this house,
this suburb,
this town,...

… Living in a world where
my senses got constantly,
bewildered,
impacted,
intrigued,
tantalized
with the lack of
her.

...Missed and missed.


For those moments of lightness and laugh and exchange,
my friend,
when and where, the one i love as lover, was also there,
warm, close and deeply
present in me;
for those,
when i listen your voice saying
"Hey, you two love each other so much...
Everything is going to be all right."
For those and for others:
I
thank you.