Life is but a dream

Is it me?

2010-02-02T03:39:00.000-08:00

I am anger
I am love
I´m a stranger
To this world
I am hate
I am wrath
It´s not fate
It´s just a path
I am light
I move in the silence
I just might
Be misjudged for my violence
I am sound
I echoe when it´s dark
I´m all around
Deep inside my heart
I am high
Above this world
I can fly
Don´t you say a word
I´m in here for ages
It´s like a home to me
No common sense cages
I was blind, here I can see.

Eat me, Drink me (bipolar square root)

2007-04-21T10:00:00.001-07:00

02.25am

I leave Johnny’s, it’s time to go home. I close the front door and I start walking, having as company parked cars, street lights and trees.

There’s nothing new around, and as I’m walking, my eyes tend to look down, the sidewalk’s pattern began to absorb all my attention. Thousands of stone cubes beneath my feet, they will also walk me home tonight. White squares reflecting the dim light and black squares holding the shade that balances this rectilinear journey. I can only hear my footsteps, like a clock ticking, hypnotizing me.

I notice some cubes are missing here and there, like if it was some kind of passage to this cubic underworld. But it’s too dark and I cannot see beyond the entrance, I guess I’ll have to go in…

Millions of cubes form this underworld, where each and every one of them plays a different sound, every single sound in the universe can be played, and all you have to do is think it and they’ll play it. All the cubes were the same size, but now they expand and contract as they move around, in harmony with my thoughts.

One tiny cube I’m holding starts growing until it gets bigger than planet Earth, and I’m watching it, like if I was looking from outer space but still having it in my hand, and as I’m looking at my distorted reflection in the cube, it reminded me of Escher holding the sphere, in the reflection I could see a countless number of silvered cubes, and I could hear them play sounds I’ve never heard before, all in a perfect harmony.

If only I had brought my camera…

My left hand instinctively goes into my pocket, I take out my keys and place the blue key in the keyhole.

02.35am

I’m home.

One hour – Consciência

2007-04-07T10:23:00.000-07:00

Nothing more than a dream

Passing before my eyes

Life is but a dream

Such a lovely disguise

A bird drowning

An angel falling

The sun rising

When the moon’s collapsing

These are some of the things

That shock me with their sadness

I’m the one who brings

To this world a little madness

Nothing but a dream

Passing before my eyes

Life is but a dream

Such a lovely disguise