sexta-feira, 3 de janeiro de 2014

A volta para a superfície é desesperadora

It´s like you´ve been bashed, but forget the birds flying around it, imagine fishes all over your head. Birds aren´t there when you have no wings, like me, now you only have  gills. Then, sink. Taste the salty penetrating your flesh, your weak red flesh. Understand the wounds and the pain, really fell them. Let it in. Dive. There´s nothing there but you, the cells are eating themselves. Fell the negative, the positive, be thankful.
Hard to breath so too see ahead.
Don´t go to the surface, you´re not dying, just felling something interesting about the anatomy of your heart. Twig this new, touch it, don´t be too hungry, you just need liquid now, no bittings. Your blood belong to this wilderness, accept it and breath this black reality, you´ll see everything soon, just forget it. The ocean is all around and you too.  The flame is still there, licking your skin, letting you cold and warm enough, making fun of your closed eyes and fears.
Open it, open, open, open. Now can you see it?
Everything is gone, you just have/need me. Fell this tender on your fingertips. Push yourself to the deep, an armful will help. Forget your sleepy afternoons. Stare me and come. Follow me. I´ll pleasure you. Be all the beauties that you dreamed, pee, take a hot piss and keep swimming. Be yourself at home, cuz actually this is your new home.