a friend's birthday
what a inconvenient occasion
a friend should be celebrated
at all hours
everyday
in silence.
"So, this day, you have to congratulate your friend"
no, the very being of this friend
congratulates me
for - as said - being his friend
and each time I meet him
I smile
and each time I do not meet him
but remember him
carry him with me
I smile the same smile
and it's like I was with him for a brief moment
a tiny wind
filled with his body movements
the way he stands
his body balance
here and there as he speaks
cuts phrases and finish sentences without a clear conclusion
and the weight he carries on his shoulders
a short laugh to release it
a long one when stoned
dizzy gaze
and the highly-renewed surmises
about how everything's wrong
and how we're a part of the turning it right
despite all our laziness
which also explains why sometimes I don't go to friend's birthdays

to be at your place
feels like to be at my place
when you're not around
but it's so cruel to say that
it makes me wonder
how could you build a place
so alike as my own
if I had this one
of my own
with the same white thin shelves
the balcony
left-sided bed lamp
How could you build a place
that seems so right for me
I mean:
so right for you, so right for me
really something strange
or perhaps I just made myself comfortable
here
as you were
building this place
as we were
here
in this building
of ours

A new day has rised
with all its new contents
and all its old contents
while I still try to find
if I am yesterdays's me
or today's me
and what exactly is the difference
which by the way they say
"it's huge!"
and I look at my arms
they're the same size they were yesterday
and I look at my legs
they're the same size they were yesterday
I look at my fingers
they're the same size
Yesterday's size
So I look back at then
as stylish as I can
and I say
"What's the big news, pal?"
and they, with big eyes
"The possibilities, all these possibilities!"
they scream, they yell
and they cry
they cry as if they would vanish
if they didn't cry
And I say
- as stylish as I can get, again -
"I'm sorry, pal, these so called
possibilities
have not reached my brain"
Their faces, all of then, suspicious
They look at my forehead
my eyes, my chewing gum mouth
ready to spit and chew
spit at their feet
And they get superior
"Yes, they have,
these possibilites,
today, you've got to choose
And you choose to ignore"
"Guess I'll die as the dumbest man alive"
I say
"As you all will get smarter
I'll get dumber
and dumber
and dumber
Till' I get so dumb
and you so smart
that we'll definitely meet."
So I walk through them
without knowing
where my legs can take me
And I see their faces
And they also don't know
But they are together
And I am together
with me
my future
and the smell of wet grass growing beneath moist rocks
that just isn't there
and I bring back from years past
to wave my hand
farewell
it's been a very unique day.

Não se ouve só com o ouvido

O homem põe-se a falar
diz coisas sobre o fascínio,
a chance
e a sorte
Nós saímos preocupados
Quando antes ouvimos
de maneira tão franca
falarem sobre o declínio,
o sangue
e a morte?






videopoema do texto acima, feito com Maria Beatriz Machado

Um mistério

Após seguidas noites de disputa, o conflito entre Blorg e seu pai se resolveria. Blorg não mais duelaria pelo poder sobre o controle remoto; não, a batalha agora estava resolvida: Blorg voltaria-se aos livros.
Os livros não eram objetos concorridos. O terceiro elemento da casa, a mãe, durante uma época tivera gosto pela leitura, mas essa era uma época remota. Agora, sempre que carregava um livro numa mão, na outra segurava um espanador.
Já para o pai, de controle remoto em punho e o conforto alojado nos banhas, a existência daquela estante era um mistério cuja razão de ser ele nunca compreendeu (claro, assim são os mistérios).
Blorg o superaria, tomando coragem, uma coragem louca e absurda, para desvelar - e provar que havia - um sentido para aquela estante.

Cortar:
Zás!
Cortar:
Zás!
Cortar:
Zás!
CortarZás.
Cortázar.

e por aqui
nada de noveau
a não ser as não visitas
da minha vó
e do meu avô