oração à minha mãe

 

O corpo ê um lugar sagrado de todos os modos. Seja doando seu suo, seus musculos, deixando o outro se utilizar de si seja pelos poros, os ossos, o outro entrando pelos olhos, pela boca, pelos ouvidos. Quer você arreganhe suas entranhas e ele entrar ou sair, seja vendendo seus cabelo, as unhas, costurando novelos ou dando seu cu. Seja sangrando sua buceta, o caralhao, a porra, a baba que nos gozmeia… O corpo ê um lugar sagrado de qualquer jeito seja pelo feito, refeito, pelo perfeito, pelo avesso, pelo qualquer direito, calcanhar de aquiles, as minhas fraquezas te fortalecerão, a minha beleza os amadurecerão. Gozaremos fervos, trôpegos desterros, sem eira nem beira se propagarão.
Minha mãe, este ê sagrado, meu corpo te me pertence. Cuidarei atê que nela, cravo, cominho, canela, esta pele verde amarela experimente todos os erros, compromissos com mil destinos… Ainda não sei o caminho, não sei quantos seremos, não sei se temos vela, aquela pica rosa amarela… Mas eu sei o pequeno, aquele miudinho, simplizinho. Eu te amo mesmo sempre por todo esse meu ninho, aqueles tantos sèculos, por sèculos e sèculos, e sèculos amèm!

oct 2015

prayer little mummy

Dear mother, this body is a sacred place in any ways. Even if you’re selling your sweat, your muscles, letting the other use the openess of your poros, the bones, the other entering your eyes, your mouth, your ears. Even if you stretch open your guts and he will come in and out, if you sell your hair, your nails, sewing ball threads or fucking your ass. Bleeding your pussy, the cock, your cum, salive that makes you wet… This body is sacred place anyways either by what you are doing, the re-doing, for the perfect, ugly or wrong, for the inside outside or some, Achilles heel’s, my heels, my weakness will strengthen their powers, my beauty will make them ready. We will be joyfull in amazing blissfull, stumbling exile, without a penny without direction, they will spread and procriate on and on.
Dear mother, this one is sacred, this my-yours-body belongs to. I will take care till it’s smelly, clove, cumin, cinnamon, belly, till this yellow green skin can try all mistakes, all destinies and engage with the undone… I still don’t know which way to go, don’t know how many we are, know not which spaceship to take, that yellow pink prick to lick… But will always remember that one, the tiny shiny one thing. I love you really always, for all this nest and ever, those centures forever, for ages and ages amem.

it doesn’t really

she gonna make you feel
she gonna make you act like that
she gotta do her stuff
(you) forget about those words to judge
she gonna make you mess up
she gonna make you change your mind

she gotta dress to kill
she gotta paint her nails and lips
she gonna make you mess up
she hides her cock between the legs
she turns bad times into stars
she gonna make you feel so fine

and it all looks good
but it’s not supposed to be beautiful
to be fine

it doesn’t really affect me
what’s the matter with listening
what they say to me
it doesn’t really affect me
what’s the purpose of pepper spray
is not supposed to be
it doesn’t really affect me
just keep going the way you make
what they say to me
it doesn’t really affect me
words are bad but i’m better, babe
is not supposed to be

she gonna make you feel
she gonna make you act like that
she doesn’t make you pain
she gonna make you hate and love her
she gonna make you mess up
she gonna make you read her lips, you feel fine

it doesn’t really matter
it doesn’t really…
it doesn’t really matter
what they say to me
it’s not supposed to be

and it all looks good
but it’s not supposed to be forever

t doesn’t really affect me
what’s the matter with listening
what they say to me
it doesn’t really affect me
what’s the purpose of pepper spray
is not supposed to be
it doesn’t really affect me
imma keep going my way to make
what they say to me
it doesn’t really affect me
words are bad but i’m better, babe
is not supposed to be

…like a gun, i shot myself with his gun…

i’m in love with a man that i think doesn’t care much about my love. He’s my friend, we had sex some times (like a gun, i shot myself with his gun, he didn’t know it, he didn’t see it, he felt only a glance…), we had lots of moments together, we cooked dinner, we took shower together… i mixed it all in my brain. i did a mass. i trans formed situations in love. and now? i’m lost. who am I? who do want to be? can i? if i be your darling will you love me? if you take me home are we sexy? if you kiss me will it be happy?