Babel

MIND MONKEY

Wild at heart? Never more. Not now.
Mind monkey yes, but that is all.
Heart is in peace. Eyes are closing. Silence is all around (maybe a church bell tolling in the distance, but already liquifying into nothin).
No more words to say aloud.
No more fleshy kisses.
No more Me or I.
And yet mind do not rests quiet...
The monkey will jump in the air again and again.

wandering

flux

as light
A poem 

{heart beats},
and still there is pain,

          a clear shade all over...

Κύριε Ἰησοῦ Χριστέ, Υἱέ τοῦ Θεοῦ, ἐλέησόν με τὸν ἁμαρτωλόν

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ainda me vou escrevendo...
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