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cinza
Uma por uma, as cores foram sumindo. Primeiro foi o vermelho, depois que a paixão apagou. Depois foi o azul, aos poucos, e o céu foi ficando difícil de ver. Quando o amarelo se foi ele levou toda a alegria embora com ele. O roxo foi se apagando discretamente, quando reparei ele já não estava mais lá. O laranja levou-me o dia e o sol parou de nascer. Junto com o verde, foi-se embora a vida.
Os gritos e o desespero se voltaram pra dentro e expulsaram as lágrimas. Nada mais é familiar.
Tudo ficou cinza.
lost
All of us have a secret
One of us is a hero
One of us is a fraude
One of us is a junkie
One of us is a cop
One of us is a saint
One of us is a sinner
One of us is a martir
One of us is a murdered
All of us are guilty
All of us are lost.
Hoje eu acordei e tudo parecia diferente.
As cores estavam mais claras, o dia mais expressivo, um cheiro familiar pairava no ar, um tom dava ao dia a cara que eu tanto gostava.
E, por um instante, quase pude sentí-la de novo. Tentei tocar mas só havia ar. Tentei sentir seu cheiro, mas o perfume não estava ali. Lembrei do que parecia certo.
Foi como se ela ainda estivesse aqui.
Por um instante, foi como se ela nunca tivesse ido embora.
volta.
“I’m a fucking waste of space. I’m just a stupid kid. I got no sense. A criminal. I’m no fucking use, man. I am nothing. So please. Please… Get it into your… you know… Into your bonce. That you killed my friend and… I’m Cook. I’m COOK!”
“But on this most auspicious of nights, permit me then, in lieu of the more commonplace sobriquet, to suggest the character of this dramatis persona.
Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition.
The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous.
Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it’s my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.”
FREEDOM FOREVER
I don’t belong here. I shouldn’t stay. What falls inside me grows empty
The walls between us will never break. Just seal it shut, it grows empty.
Since we’ve been wrong I’ve been part awake.
volta.
I know the time you spent with me
it wasn’t easy
I know the time you spent with me
it wasn’t easy
well we all fall down
now and then
we will raise the dead
again
Smell you on my hand for days. I can’t wash away your scent. If I’m a dog, then you’re a bitch. I guess you’re as real as me. Maybe I can live with that. Maybe I need fantasy.
Life of chasing butterfly. I’m sorry for what I did. I did what my body told me to, I didn’t mean to do you harm. Every time I pin down what I think I want it slips away. The goal slips away.
I told you I would return when the robin makes his nest, but I ain’t never coming back.
I’m sorry…
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