HALF EMPTY R.I.P.

24.2.09 - 16.1.11

When everything feels bad,

nothing can really stop it from getting worse

and worse

and even worse.

There is no ethics

There is no morality

There is no measure

There is no boundaries

when we talk about misery.

SIZING

We perfectly fit, when nothing else does

When everything fits, we don't

TIMING EXERCISE I

at the same time tomorrow

i will be thousands of miles away

by still being slightly the same man

with a bit of a jet lag

the same time tomorrow

will not be the same time, as i will be

in the other half of the earth

according to a map i learnt to follow

but nobody said is correct.

at that same time tomorrow,

what time will it be?

POSITION EXERCISE I

you railway dog

black lipstick kisser

you rotten flower

bending inside the vase

desperately seeking charms

the water can only do harm

split the veins in two

from the right rises gold

from the left rises water

now change your position

to north

what rises where?

HOSPITAL SATURDAZE

Starting with a deep breath

i still owe to myself

and a knife that never found its place

between the bones of my chest

we both shared a vision today, separately

of motherly lapses and brotherly loves

and we stared at the windows and aisles

of the hospital saying

there's more people waiting

cause, there's more people dying.

Our alphabet skills and grammar couldn't help

but, make knowledge our privilege on

how to give up and make some tea

We'd rather be drinking coffee tonight somewhere far away

from the doctors and the vending machines

somewhere between the cold grass and the

banned pictures of boys kissing bosses

car crash lovers bitting shoulders

but, i know you can't sleep after you have some coffee

so, i'll just settle for that.

TOM FORD'S BLACK ORCHID

I took some time and remembered tonight

not everything, but, just

the simple things

that i can't explain.

We always meet in eerie silence.

I always forget the facts

I never forget perfumes.

We met between Ana Karina's illusions

and Pessoa's house,

right where nowhere crosses

dreaming of nowhere.

Remember i never write love poems.

I haven't told our story for a while now

but, i remember you because

you make me proud to believe that

i know everything

when i acquire nothing.

Once, you claimed i stole your whole personality.

I told you:

"I only steal from the best."