Oh honey you turn me on

I'm a radio

I'm a country station

I'm a little bit corny

I'm a wildwood flower

Waving for you

Broadcasting tower

Waving for you

all of them love letters

(Todas as palavras esdrúxulas,
Como os sentimentos esdrúxulos,
São naturalmente
Ridículas).

F. Pessoa as Alvaro de Campos

for whoever

Tigers

What are we now but voices
who promise each other a life
neither one can deliver
not for lack of wanting
but wanting won't make it so.
We cling to a vine at the cliff's edge.
There are tigers above
and below. Let us love
one another and let go.


Eliza Griswold

Your Catfish Friend

If I were to live my life
in catfish forms
in scaffolds of skin and whiskers
at the bottom of a pond
and you were to come by
one evening
when the moon was shining
down into my dark home
and stand there at the edge
of my affection
and think, "It's beautiful
here by this pond. I wish
somebody loved me,"
I'd love you and be your catfish
friend and drive such lonely
thoughts from your mind
and suddenly you would be
at peace,
and ask yourself, "I wonder
if there are any catfish
in this pond? It seems like
a perfect place for them.

Richard Brautigan

return to sender

The Christmas card came back today, stamped all over by Lisbon postal service, claiming in red: DEVOLUÇAO-DESCONHECIDO-RUA NAO EXISTE. I checked the address and it is correct.

And remember -back then - i had to book the tickets twice, first time the card did not work and i got 3 sms in a row saying the booking was anulled.

The card was so special, that should i deliver it to you myself, I'd feel embarassed somehow. It should have been delivered by the mediator. Mediator isn't willing to deal with us. Sad, no?

http://www.youtube.com/user/virginiamori#p/a/u/1/wj0GwTdmhZA