Tag Archives: by poetic means

Sem deixar rasto // 70 Biulis (Un Brute Jour series)

  4 • Out • 2018   Sem deixar rasto compaixão — sem deixar rasto generosidade de aceitar o (meu) quarto-mar a realidade em frente de plástico e largar tudo o resto (que) sem deixar rasto polui as nossas mentes … Continue reading

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Un Brute Jour {diary} /// Sydney’s cousin is back

    25 – Jul -2018 Al regresar de la playa Tara y yo fuimos a arrancar las papitas de la tierra. Catorce fueron y las nena se las enseñó a todo el mundo. La continuidad desenfadada. Tara ha “aprendido” … Continue reading

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  A.) I am I am I am a firefighter without a plan without a fire without a hosse without a shiny truck I am constant on my way to you I am always on my way to you to … Continue reading

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Vítor Simões farewell ( 36 pics & 1 poem)

  Click any image to enter gallery, there are captions       •   •   •   Delicate to be strong there’s a wave with a slow \                                                                       \ strawberry on top Light’s golden darker sea everything’s … Continue reading

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A couple surrendering poopoozas

  Hoy me trae el viento algo no anda bién veo las cosas más claras pero no a la gente Abierto del alma a los piés se me sale todo, queda sólo esta cáscara triste hediendo a soledad; y es … Continue reading

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for Lucy With the tools that we have —- the water around the rock kissing the rock hugging the rock destroying the rock with the tools that we have — a million tiny creatures living in the conflict zone living … Continue reading

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Simon says he beated a man who had beaten his father first, it happened at a police station and the story was told with the perfect enthropy of a couple hours’ sleep during a couple days period and what sounds close to a-truth

  Civilization subset the whole truth enlightened leafs follow the branch the sun beam let the sunset do whatever he wants The inprint of days with no master-make an orange door through the concrete boxes chewing on bad choices we … Continue reading

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