porque o Tempo transpira as memorias.

                                                            


                                                                                                                                  inbebiveis
                                                                                     




                                                          insoluveis 

la Solitude - cette vielle maniere d'aimer

Dekunobou

I realized my empty uselessness...

sometimes feeling sadder

but sometimes feeling better

last three days were

 thinking of suicide

but today I woke up

at 7:90 pm

tried to call

to wish her luck

phone off.

I went back to sleep

and suddenly

 the world didn't seem

so important anymore…

agony became slow,

slow and then

 usual

it’s the world

agonizing in it's routine

later I woke up again

 feeling unnafected

the mirror was tarnished

                               welcome to loneliness

C a s u a l... 

                      O tédio abre os olhos no cotidiano da rua indiferente?

                     o toque do sol 

                                                                                                                           Espanto