tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62447156426901045302024-02-20T11:44:03.824-08:00HALF EMPTYT.ZONTIROShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14404519593496071710noreply@blogger.comBlogger153125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244715642690104530.post-5952090660523072522011-01-16T05:06:00.000-08:002011-01-16T05:08:09.062-08:00HALF EMPTY R.I.P.24.2.09 - 16.1.11T.ZONTIROShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14404519593496071710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244715642690104530.post-34269505524388870602010-12-29T13:29:00.000-08:002010-12-29T13:46:53.580-08:00When everything feels bad, <div>nothing can really stop it from getting worse</div><div>and worse </div><div>and even worse.</div><div><br /></div><div>There is no ethics</div><div>There is no morality</div><div>There is no measure</div><div>There is no boundaries</div><div>when we talk about misery.</div>T.ZONTIROShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14404519593496071710noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244715642690104530.post-78422068161039035062010-12-01T15:28:00.000-08:002010-12-01T15:30:24.342-08:00SIZINGWe perfectly fit, when nothing else does<div>When everything fits, we don't</div>T.ZONTIROShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14404519593496071710noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244715642690104530.post-16088698997627861142010-11-14T16:10:00.000-08:002010-11-14T16:23:21.682-08:00TIMING EXERCISE Iat the same time tomorrow<div>i will be thousands of miles away</div><div>by still being slightly the same man</div><div>with a bit of a jet lag </div><div>the same time tomorrow</div><div>will not be the same time, as i will be</div><div>in the other half of the earth</div><div>according to a map i learnt to follow</div><div>but nobody said is correct.</div><div>at that same time tomorrow,</div><div>what time will it be?</div>T.ZONTIROShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14404519593496071710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244715642690104530.post-16178774925683290852010-11-13T07:47:00.000-08:002010-11-14T16:24:24.843-08:00POSITION EXERCISE I<div>you railway dog</div><div>black lipstick kisser</div><div>you rotten flower </div><div>bending inside the vase</div><div>desperately seeking charms</div><div>the water can only do harm</div><div>split the veins in two</div><div>from the right rises gold</div><div>from the left rises water</div><div>now change your position</div><div>to north</div><div>what rises where?</div>T.ZONTIROShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14404519593496071710noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244715642690104530.post-52410718275828112822010-10-25T08:41:00.000-07:002010-10-25T08:53:22.326-07:00HOSPITAL SATURDAZEStarting with a deep breath<div>i still owe to myself</div><div>and a knife that never found its place</div><div>between the bones of my chest</div><div>we both shared a vision today, separately</div><div>of motherly lapses and brotherly loves</div><div>and we stared at the windows and aisles</div><div>of the hospital saying</div><div>there's more people waiting</div><div>cause, there's more people dying.</div><div><br /></div><div>Our alphabet skills and grammar couldn't help</div><div>but, make knowledge our privilege on </div><div>how to give up and make some tea</div><div>We'd rather be drinking coffee tonight somewhere far away</div><div>from the doctors and the vending machines</div><div>somewhere between the cold grass and the </div><div>banned pictures of boys kissing bosses</div><div>car crash lovers bitting shoulders</div><div>but, i know you can't sleep after you have some coffee</div><div>so, i'll just settle for that.</div>T.ZONTIROShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14404519593496071710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244715642690104530.post-83596764854915847072010-10-22T10:08:00.001-07:002010-10-22T10:28:00.315-07:00TOM FORD'S BLACK ORCHIDI took some time and remembered tonight<div>not everything, but, just </div><div>the simple things</div><div>that i can't explain.</div><div>We always meet in eerie silence.</div><div>I always forget the facts</div><div>I never forget perfumes.</div><div><br /></div><div>We met between Ana Karina's illusions</div><div>and Pessoa's house,</div><div>right where nowhere crosses</div><div>dreaming of nowhere.</div><div>Remember i never write love poems.</div><div><br /></div><div>I haven't told our story for a while now</div><div>but, i remember you because</div><div>you make me proud to believe that </div><div>i know everything</div><div>when i acquire nothing.</div><div>Once, you claimed i stole your whole personality.</div><div>I told you:</div><div>"I only steal from the best."</div>T.ZONTIROShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14404519593496071710noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244715642690104530.post-87913132958301739472010-10-12T14:18:00.000-07:002010-10-12T14:22:43.700-07:00Descending into the void of the everyday<div>with a new identity</div><div>i'm not myself</div><div>i'm the greatest expense the I has made</div><div>now that our pockets are empty</div><div>we'll finally find out</div><div>what we are </div><div>willing</div><div>to share</div>T.ZONTIROShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14404519593496071710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244715642690104530.post-9374985421375375152010-10-11T09:02:00.000-07:002010-10-11T09:03:11.907-07:00THE BUREAUCRACY OF SEXT.ZONTIROShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14404519593496071710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244715642690104530.post-71304409000837590612010-10-05T05:11:00.000-07:002010-10-05T05:18:20.760-07:00MANIFESTDreaming of love<br />in this union of egoists<br />is like sending a letter to god,<br />he will never write back.T.ZONTIROShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14404519593496071710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244715642690104530.post-41870662267736231612010-10-04T01:42:00.000-07:002010-10-04T06:16:25.418-07:00COFFEE WITH THE DEVILThe Devil knocked on our door for sugar<br />yesterday<br />and i offered<br />nothing more than<br />a smile.<br /><br />The Devil should drink his coffee black<br />and must eat no candy.<br />That's how he wonders in my dreams,<br />he comes from time to time.<br /><br />I don't like the fact that he makes his presence<br />so visible to me, but, <div>i guess it's just his idiosyncracy.<br /><br />The Devil knocked on our door today<br />and i was at bed again<br />so, i left him waiting<br />till the World's End.<br /><br /><br /></div>T.ZONTIROShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14404519593496071710noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244715642690104530.post-44356484042263390812010-09-29T23:49:00.000-07:002010-09-30T05:01:09.443-07:00DROPPING OUT THE CITIES OF NO MOREJust give me another kick<br />unlike the one i used to wear as a cloth<br />give me a flag and a soul<br />a name with no shame and no ancestors<br />give me a history with no mystery<br />give me weeks open for everybody to visit<br />not only on Sundays between<br />3-4 in the evening.<br /><br />It feels so cold inside the deserts of my soul.<br />Spare me a song and a filter for the mouth<br />a pare of boots, laced and bruised<br />like the bodies of the witches<br />anxiously hunting action.<br />I got to meet every boy that<br />fell at your feet.<br /><br />Keep me clean in all my stains<br />and let me loose.<br />Always keep for me an excuse<br />and a wish for i'll live forever<br />through the winters<br />and keep in mind to feel.<br />I only steal to stay real.T.ZONTIROShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14404519593496071710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244715642690104530.post-55870509997907190702010-09-26T06:05:00.000-07:002010-09-26T06:22:04.731-07:00NEW SHAMENew shame arrived today<div>in the family</div><div>a boy that never learnt </div><div>how to walk on steady feet</div><div>and wash his hands </div><div>from failure</div><div>is lifting the weights of fate </div><div>like another </div><div>television superhero</div><div><br /></div><div>Remembering the welcomes</div><div>and the hot lies</div><div>the snakes stayed inside holes for a break</div><div>and we enjoyed</div><div>the video-game nights</div><div>when we just wanted to </div><div>fuck with the stars</div><div>and trap them between</div><div>tongues and teeth</div><div><br /></div><div>The cement dried sooner tonight </div><div>and my feet are stuck</div><div>up to my ankles </div><div>like a hollow statue</div><div>eaten from the inside </div><div>by the wormwood of</div><div>reality</div><div><br /></div><div>The kids of the neighborhood</div><div>i always wished to befriend </div><div>wrote on the pedestal </div><div>of my stomach:</div><div>"Always desired</div><div>this life to be mine, still</div><div>i'm the last in line."</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>T.ZONTIROShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14404519593496071710noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244715642690104530.post-5226636005760674662010-09-22T00:27:00.000-07:002010-09-23T22:07:34.112-07:00REPRESENTING THE STREETS?Stealing precious moments<br />for cheap art photographs<br />common-life burglaring costs me all the way<br />if i'm down for being around<br />then there's no excuse<br /><br />Love is rats circling the wheel<br />I'm stuck on a chair without arms<br />watching<br /><br />Sincere words fail to find<br />those great mouths of the downtown<br />Recommended breaths of all sorts<br />cut the dirt in two<br />we chose to stay in bed<br />like all good girls do<br /><br />For a moment,<br />all of it felt like my nails<br />abandoned my toes<br />only to be hammered<br />on my casketT.ZONTIROShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14404519593496071710noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244715642690104530.post-73988518722307881132010-09-18T02:36:00.000-07:002010-09-18T02:49:17.580-07:00FIRST COME LAST SERVEFelt unable to fit in a world<div>of fused retrospectives and </div><div>nauseous ideas </div><div>full-time nothings rusted.</div><div>Short atonic everythings</div><div>only staying for a moment</div><div>spitted off roofs and </div><div>i'm the first one clapping</div><div>for myself to quit.</div><div>Don't think i'm arrogant to only talk</div><div>in first person,</div><div>but, i've never felt another one.</div>T.ZONTIROShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14404519593496071710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244715642690104530.post-37750238481441036162010-09-09T13:31:00.000-07:002010-09-09T13:32:57.752-07:00LATE COMERGathering stones to throw<div>to closed windows</div><div>It's that temptation of breaking the law</div><div>that keeps pushing me forward.<br />We're injecting chaos<br />so, there's enough guilt to the walls<br />slowly pushing them down<br />and there's<br />dust panic tar<br />and a withering sense questioning<br />if<br />age is the trouble<br />or<br />the trouble is age.<br /><br />Unsatisfied comes next to my name. <div>Don't talk to me about belief,</div><div>I was promised a hurricane,</div><div>but, </div><div>I only got a breeze.</div></div>T.ZONTIROShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14404519593496071710noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244715642690104530.post-15777100320529210722010-09-01T12:26:00.000-07:002010-09-01T12:27:00.615-07:00I was born unfortunate<div>I was born, unfortunately</div>T.ZONTIROShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14404519593496071710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244715642690104530.post-5650797153058641822010-09-01T12:20:00.000-07:002010-09-09T13:34:56.949-07:00OVEREXPOSEDEveryone advertises, <div>now everyone's advertised</div><div>self exposed</div><div>well-hidden, like children.</div><div>Memory pays and i've seen you</div><div>passed, wounded and broken</div><div>A door left open</div><div>for you to come in</div><div>to a room without windows.</div><div>The door is locked now.</div><div>I never "lived in bars"</div><div>but, always behind them.</div>T.ZONTIROShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14404519593496071710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244715642690104530.post-72645215445196749812010-08-04T09:27:00.000-07:002010-08-04T09:28:00.125-07:00What i love the most,is when people play with headlines.T.ZONTIROShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14404519593496071710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244715642690104530.post-13176351437116111002010-07-04T10:35:00.000-07:002010-07-04T10:47:36.914-07:00ALIVE BUT NOT TRYINGYour hair gets whiter every day father,<br />i observe them<br />hair whiter hair, every day<br />like snow that occupies the empty space<br />of my soul<br /><br />I would like the world to drown<br />every time i piss<br />like the death that redeems<br />the cripple's family<br /><br />Don't run,<br />We will burn together<br />the forest<br />inhaling sulfur and carbon<br />from the sorrowful<br />factories<br /><br />Your hair gets whiter every day father,<br />and it makes me emotional<br />to think that you didn't try to meet me<br />in the best of my years.T.ZONTIROShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14404519593496071710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244715642690104530.post-46053928195994074622010-07-01T10:48:00.000-07:002010-07-01T11:01:56.068-07:00INTELECTUALLY INTRIGUEDImagine i am a book.<br />Over the passing of time,<br />open me,<br />start me,<br />finish me,<br />tear me,<br />burn me.T.ZONTIROShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14404519593496071710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244715642690104530.post-7447049794756679722010-06-20T02:40:00.000-07:002010-06-20T02:48:26.883-07:00VENUSIt's not Easter,<br />but i know<br />a couple that crossed itself<br />with darts<br />that reverse<br />I can tell by the<br />flat tires in your eyes<br />and the dead expressions<br />your unstoppable moaning<br />your incontrollable talking<br />i ask you to shut up<br />Roads run faster<br />the presence<br />detach from the carseat<br />and rain starts pouring<br />This is June.<br />See, i'm fond of gold<br />you're cold<br />like the that sailor drowned in your tears<br />You get influenced<br />and your limbs get fond of me<br />and we return to separate beds<br />untouched<br />this is Allen<br />but,<br />you're no Annie Hall.<br />Waking up to understand<br />you were just dreaming backwards.T.ZONTIROShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14404519593496071710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244715642690104530.post-72303785201377370252010-06-03T05:05:00.000-07:002010-06-09T02:14:30.452-07:00THE END OF GOOD INTENTIONSShe took a bow<br />on all fours<br />and good intentions<br />died<br /><br />I can<br />feel the spiders<br />crawling<br />on my toes<br /><br />We've met<br />the end of<br />complexed<br />situations<br />mutual trust<br /><br />The benediction<br />of darkness<br />that embraces<br />the dark alleys<br />where the only light<br />is only slipping<br />through the trash cansT.ZONTIROShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14404519593496071710noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244715642690104530.post-40648768134194792592010-05-31T07:36:00.000-07:002010-05-31T07:44:13.383-07:00You fuck cause it's a policy<br />me and mine made company<br />and it was so short<br />that you thought it was a firework<br />yet it was sex<br /><br />No more love for long fingers<br />i got mine to care about<br />this is a rocket to the moon<br />of salvation<br />and the wolves howl in a circle<br /><br />For you i can make the elevator<br />fall if you really really want<br />and i can pray that we can kiss the rainbow<br /><br />To new lipsticks and new addresses<br />we forgot to blow the wind<br />and now our will is running thin<br /><br />Have you really ever wondered how magnets work when a tongue is sucking tongues?T.ZONTIROShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14404519593496071710noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244715642690104530.post-58567835434617232492010-05-28T00:37:00.000-07:002010-05-28T00:49:27.858-07:00Haiku: MIRACLEi forgot a bible<br />on a greenish pool table<br />and the pool cues bentT.ZONTIROShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14404519593496071710noreply@blogger.com0