My strong demons
Know how I hate you
When my bedroom is full
Of your smoke
And it comes inside my eyes
As big pieces of stones in a terrible joke
Leaving me so doped.
I hate you
Really hard
Because your voice
Cuts me completely
And there´s no choice
I keep hating you
When you make me company
Staying so quiet.
And when you don´t let me in loneliness.
I die when you appear so cold
And when you back too
Even dead, I still hate you
When you don´t show yourself in light.
Oh, I do hate you even
When you insist to disappear
And catch myself in darkness.
Solidão quando almejada
"Eu era um homem que se fortalecia na solidão, ela era para mim a comida e a água dos outros homens. Cada dia sem solidão me enfraquecia. Não que me orgulhasse dela, mas dela eu dependia. A escuridão do quarto era como um dia ensolarado para mim. Tomei um gole de vinho". (Charles Bukowski – Factótum, cap. 17, ed. lp&m e "Melancholy" - Van Gogh 1883).
26/07/2008
Hating you
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