são paulo

alive ritual

after the prelude body, when the sound goes with independent parameters,
providing cathartic moments ..

coffe, smoking

the coffee it's like cigarette
and the cigarette is no longer anything
and makes me wanna go to bathroom

now life is like a new water
I'm not without me
I feel more alive

the gray isn't gray
and the eyes are closed
to think what was a previous
everything happened
and nothing was like yesterday

and color is no more
is no more before
is no more after
just maybe

I was a half way
and now I'm at
pressing buttons
with the tips of the fingers
and smoking myself

are you human?

I don't know..

maybe (I think)

..not sure

excerpts

are not poems

but fragments of landscapes

paths and passages to flow

roots and branches

embryos of rhizomes

a prelude to happen

to find the real tone

composing the another - new

to tune with myself

from yourself

being your own route

agreeing or disagreeing

acting and moving

being with your name

with false name or no name

we are all free to go anywhere..

let's fly!