Untitled dream

 Across the sea 

 behind my head

 I found a landscape

 to scape from death

 I looked around for friends 

 And shinny eyes just blinked at me

 As I stared at their furry faces

 They ofered my some kind of drink

 They spoke inside my head

 You will go backwards but you will not sink

Caribou

Pixies cover.

 Well you're desire is sucking you and

                        

 Someday it just won't get you alive

           

 And all these things that they want you to fake in name

                   

Of their big citizen pride

 I'll swear my love forevermore

 And I'll cast in a bottle at the seas

 For you to drink and get drunk someday

 What is a bottle worth for anyway?

Yet another work in progress. Everything is in progress. Forever.

Automatic stop

The Strokes cover

Where was the fire?
What gave us sight to walk that wire?
Did we notice how high
We left the expectations that left us blind?

Imagination will be 
The cradle of the future that is not
While the memory feeds 
All the yous that won't let you be here
Be here
At the now

which is the time where you're sure
That you exist without biting a lure
Just a clue cannot cure
And as you seek the clock tick tick tick tick

Off with your fire
You know we can't really touch in here
Off with desire
I don't need another life walking in a wire


(Work in progress)

 

  

Malkuth

                                                 
                                                  They want to be the news all the time

 Irrelevant facts of an irrelevant life

 They want to be displayed with bright lights

 Well there's nothing new at the news today, alright

 Emulate 90ths and all that came before

 Nostalgic feeling for years they never really knew

 Turn them into images and trade them with their lifes

 Human relation devices tearing them apart

 Tearing them apart

 Tearing them apart

 Tearing us apart

 Tearing us apart

 Do you have some time? 

 To waste your time?

 Would like to be 

 Like what we have in store?

 You know your fingers could do 

 So much for the world 

 Outside your door

 Outside your screen

 And all this shit baby

 Make's my guts want to scream

 Yeah

 Make's my guts want to scream

 Yeah

 Oh please look at me

 Oh fuck, notice me

 I just  want you to see

 I have no identity

 So I'll mimetize

 Until the crowd is mesmerized

 So I'll criticize

 Nothing is more confortable 

 No, nothing is more confortable 

 Than a throne of insecurity

 I said it twice to build one for thee

 This world is the darkest thing we see

 But it still a root for you and me

Old Thrill

Work in progress

 

"Uma rosa vermelha absorve todas as cores,
menos a vermelha; 
Vermelha, portanto, é a única cor que ela não é.
Essa lei, razão, tempo, espaço,
toda limitação, cega-nos à verdade
Tudo o que sabemos sobre o homem, a natureza e deus,
é apenas aquilo que eles não são;
é aquilo que rejeitam como repugnante"

Oil Paintings

Graphite pencil commercial drawings

Exorcisms through images

Exorcisms through sound

(The Strokes cover)