She became a hymn, a solemn something
after the indescribable understanding...

What is this thing
stopping my hand midair...

Manoel died
and the world...

I wanted to blow the dark open
as the oceans mourned...

Did i tell you i was his muse
for a year and a couple of cigarettes...

Nothing belongs to me
even my life...

The color of her skin holds untold stories of...
and as she passes by barefoot and in white...

My transparent heart just wants
cliches, lies and the eternal abandonment...

Draw me again
to nameless things...

"Knowledge is power."
Sir Francis Bacon...

I am an educated fool
tearing myself in two...

Blinking she wandered into the eighties, striving...
it happened quite suddenly as these things do and...