statues cry.

a trail for the devil to erase
our trail is forever
what we do
what we say
it stays.
you will do a better job
maybe even what he really deserves
people can’t
people do
even so.

just like hell

ever fallen in love
i was
i regret
i wish you were the first
i wish, i wish
what if it were
how could i bare
expectations and disappointment
it’s fine
i already know them.

enesinque

i remember you told me
that it made you believe in
no man no cry

porta desencontrada.

. . . A stone, a leaf, an unfound door; Of a stone, a leaf, a door.And of all the forgotten faces.

Naked and alone we came into exile.

In her dark womb We did not know our mother’s face; From the prison of her flesh we have come Into the unspeakable and incommunicable prison Of this earth.

Which of us has known his brother? Which of us has looked into his father’s heart?

Which of us has not remained forever prison-pent? Which of us is not forever a stranger and alone? O waste of loss in the hot mazes, lost, Among the bright stars On this most weary unbright cinder, lost ! Remembering speechlessly We seek the great forgotten language, The lost lane-end into heaven, A stone, a leaf, an unfound door.

Lycee Moliere.

“I love the friends I have gathered together on this thin raft”

- Jim Morrison, The WASP

i do love them. i hope i never forget them.

i wish the future would come sooner.

but not so soon?

 i still love the present.

you never want to lose what you have now,

and still want to have everything else.

the future, the future.

i want France, be a teacher, the coffee, write, boyfriends, live alone, buy whatever i want, write, write, write.

and still, i wish i could always have my friends, the ones i have now, even knowing i can’t force them to come with me, and also that everything won’t be the same, won’t seem so new if they are there. i wanna start brand new with the same old people, how can it be? i wanna feel the pain of starting a new life all over again, and still i don’t.

i hate it, i love it.

even wishing the future would come sooner, i’ll just live the best of the present.

i hate the present, i love the present.

boredom.

roll, roll, roll a joint

and twist it at the end

take, take, take a puff

and pass it to your friends.

peace frog.

there’s blood in the streets, it’s up to my ankles.

there’s blood in the streets, it’s up to my knees.

she came in town and then she drove away,

sunlight in her hair.