N'chosi bashana co tyu raitiko
Sa lawa K'foga to yasho m'koko
A'wari Manala potesy sko'ma
N'gesi, Nigosi, Namasi choma
Amali tokr'rme dun'krenksi gawet
Dol'trenti moraki alkanti un'get
To yasho potesy salaka colo
N'chosi sa lawa n'gesi d'yro

Know what I'm saying?

there is comfort
in living in black
the devoid of color
makes life seem more meaningful
as if pain has got it's bludgening purpose

but then you came along
sprouted from the ground
petals in pastels and colors all around
and my god

i'll keep my eyes open forever
if it means the black has gone to color
and you promise me that you'll never find
any other

We got out of the ****** motel early,
while we still could,
before the rental car got stolen
or our room underwent dynamic drive-by refurbishment.
There was supposed to be a
complimentary continental breakfast,
but the coffee machine was broken
and someone had already swiped all the donuts.

My only frame of reference for Inglewood was that it was Sam Jackson's character's home turf in 'Pulp Fiction',
leading me to suspect it
probably wasn't a nice area,
although the fat ****** smoking outside
when we'd checked in at 2am
had seemed very friendly.

You were right about LA, about
how there must be a sun, but you can't
really see it, you just
sort of assume it's up there somewhere
behind the fog huffing in off the Pacific
and the toxic breath rising from the
city's gridlocked mouth.

We made for Venice Beach, because you
don't fly all that way and then not go,
us figuring ourselves early enough
in the grey, jet-lagged damp, to
avoid the junkies, the winos and the crazies,
the symptoms of America driving itself mad with
unrealistic dreams.
But they were already there, muttering and
shivering on sand and cement, some
under rags or cardboard,
just waking up in
spite of themselves.

A woman with the hungriest face I ever saw
threw a cigarette lighter at me, then yelled,
shaking in her filthy clothes, that she wasn't giving it to me, *****, FYI,
FBI, CIA, JFK... then
started screaming about Kennedy and all those lying ***** up on the hill.

The ocean ******* away at the land behind us, like it was
whetting its appetite for the day when San Andreas splinters, and the waves finally get to
devour
California.

The hungry-faced woman was still shouting when
we walked away, through the graffiti and
gangs of *******-huge, hulking seagulls.
If I'd stopped and tried to talk to her, if I'd
gotten anywhere close enough, I was
afraid she'd tear a bite out of my face,
and I didn't know what shots I'd need if that happened, and we didn't have medical.
Which was a shame,
because I'd have liked to hear
what she had to say about Kennedy.

We walked to where you'd street-parked
the car which
still hadn't been stolen.
On the way, some guy, a stranger
coming the other way, called you
'Football Dude' and asked you
to catch his neighbour if she
jumped off her balcony, but
I think he was joking.

Oh, and the car was yellow.

No rosto leproso da noite, ventos giram cartas como quem não quer nada/ Ou talvez vultos guardam melancolia no quarto branco/ Oh! tão bom beber hálito gelado da lua junto aos antepassados, lá se vão fugidios das estrelas; sete são. Os mais jovens, no rio, colhem cristais & dançam ( ritual veludo puro, sombra azul circula)/ Rápido, múltiplas festas ecoam do infinito, este cínico pastor poda asas feridas; mãos sagradas dos mortos & dos mitos/ Bebemos & cantamos, no colo floresta desnuda/ Neste banquete vermelho, virgens dão o toque úmido & todos os santos saboreiam o útero/ Sob o aconchego do delírio a loucura desfila, santa de todos os dias!

O dia que chegou tão depressa ao seu final,
Trouxe-me a certeza de uma noite fria e pálida,
Onde chego à cama, e espero ver-te ali deitada,
Pelos tempos fora, sinto a certeza desse sinal!

Foram três longos anos de vazio, tais como os teus sinais,
As estrelas que carregas nos ombros, são juntas na tua lua,
São profundos sonhos de um golfinho que a ti, se junta, lua tua,
Imensas vezes, a olhei, para te ver a ti brilhar em vendavais!

Hoje percebo porque sentia e via o meu quarto sempre vazio,
Quando chegaste em dia de temporal, na noite sadia e vadia,
Estava eu junto daquele precipício, esperando sair desse presidio,
De cores sem tom, de cheiros sem fragância, naquela estadia!

E assim nas voltas que dei, das estrelas que vi, tu chegas-te,
Mesmo na hora que tudo parecia perdido, desenhada perfeitamente,
E de todas as preces e palavras que preguei a Deus e ele me advir-te,
Trazendo-te a ti, contornada de perfeitas coisas, cantando acusticamente!

E assim percebi que a força que têm a cobardia de destruição,
De um coração como o meu, perfeitamente bom e agora teu,
Me dá ganas de pegar em ti, ao meu colo teu, deitar-te no céu,
Decorar as estrelas, contigo no centro, meu quarto cresceu, paixão!

Autor: António Benigno
Escusado será dizer-te a ti, que te vejo, sabia que virias, não te imaginava chegando, mas surpreendentemente, tudo que lhe havia pedido, ele me trouxe triplicando, abusando mesmo de galhardia, e eu agora me contemplando, porque tudo que me trazia, era muito mais do que lhe pedia. Liliana, lhe peço agora mesmo, que meu coração mereça sempre, tudo aquilo que Deus me prometia.

Sentado e descalço, sobe um banco de madeira preta,
Pintei o quarto de verde vivo, igual ao vaso do quintal,
Contrastando com a cor amarela da flor que parara de crescer!
Queria ver aquela flor mais verde que o vaso que acabara de pintar.
Apressado como de costume e porque admito é feitio meu,
Pegava desajeitado e pouco reflectido com vontade de florir,
O amarelo perdido daquela planta que me havia já esquecido,
Não era tinta vazia, que ela queria, mas carinho de minhas mãos,
Peguei nela caída, encostei-a a mim e disse-lhe que gostava dela,
Suspirou-me ao ouvido e perguntou-me porque não a levava comigo,
Encostei-a a mim trouce-a cuidadosamente ao colo para dentro de casa,
Dei-lhe um copo de água e aconcheguei-lhe a terra do caule,
O adubo que ela recebia de mim, em carinhos fizeram-na adormecer!
Sentei-me no banco quase seco de tinta verde e pintei as calças,
Adormecendo como que um pai olhando seu filho dormir!
Sonhei pela noite fora e quando acordei, aquela flor amarela,
Que eu havia trazido comigo, sorriu-me nos olhos estremunhados,
Acordei feliz e cheio de alegria porque em seu olhar a flor vivia.
Por vezes a vida descabida de pressa por coisas vazias,
É tão bonita quando na calma do tempo um carinho te dá alento.
E eu voltei a pintar todo dia e em cada dia que passava a flor crescia,
O amarelo que lhe percorria o ser mudava de cor para a cor de esperança.
A cada dia, eu dormia mais feliz, porque sentia seu cheiro chegar a mim.
Essa flor um dia pegou-me nos olhos e pediu-me de novo carinho,
E eu olhei-a, da maneira que sempre quis cheirá-la e encostei-a a mim,
Enquanto dormia!

Autor: António Benigno
Dedico à minha vida que nem para nem anda!

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Esperava docemente uma brisa de ar quente,
Peguei-te na mão e levei-te, tirei-te os pés do solo,
Aproveitei e senti o teu cheiro suave e fluente,
Admiração vinda dos teus olhos, em mim ao colo!

Levar-te-ei sempre comigo, seja qual for teu peso,
Nem que sejas leve como passarinho livre de dor,
Nem que teu fardo seja tão pesado, duro e coeso,
Minhas forças se unirão, confortando-te de amor!

Serenamente provar-te-ei um dia mais distante,
Contemplando teus cabelos brancos grisalhos,
Vendo tuas rugas da cara e das mãos, ofegante,
Beijando-te a alma e o chão sobre teus olhos!

Um gostar, amar, suspiro de amigo e de amado,
Serei sempre companheiro, do teu movimento,
Adepto cativado, pela tua voz e teu ar atento,
Seriam dúzias de verdades, de amor adequado!

Que nunca precises de um beijo e não te dê dois,
Que nunca te faça bem rir e eu te não conte piada,
Seja a noite de abraços e os dias verdes logo depois,
Seja o vento numa tarde de calor, refresco, amada!

Autor: António Benigno
Código de autor: 2013.08.13.02.16

My hear(t),
lik(e) pots a(n)d pa(n)s on a suburban street at m(i)d(n)ight,
quiv(e)rs up into my collarbon(e).

(I)t is heavy with the wei(ght) of carrying you into the new year.

That ki(s)s, that kiss of d(e)ath, dies a slow and (ve)xed death.
E(n)ough to paralyze but not ****.

My (s)k(i)n still tingles where the fuzz of your face ta(x)ied my cheek.
Screaming sensation,
— a surrendering of sorts.

The sequin top loses it's beading and the paper hat gets bent,
But like my (f)avor(i)te every season sweater,
I'll ne(ve)r outgrow you.
Even i(f) I d(o) have to hold my breath to keep yo(u) in,
you a(r)e (th)e colo(r)s I s(ee) when I close my eyes.

You wan(t)ed and you got.
And I still (w)ant what I didn't get.

Maybe this (o)ne. Maybe the next (one).

Vamos matar o presidente;

Vamos enterrar o João Goulart;

Porque o mundo está confuso;

E está sem estrada pra caminhar.

Estou aqui desde às 19:00 de ontem;

Só escrevendo como você me machucou;

E de como não consigo me submergir;

Dos seus olhos castanhos.

Preferia, continuar escrevendo sobre a Kampf;

Pelo menos, era uma paixão;

Que apenas iria acontecer no Dia de São Nunca.

Já você;

É uma paixão confusa e promíscua;

Que irá voltar;

Com os dois filhos no colo;

Reclamando: Falta de amor.

E quando eu disser ''sim'';

Você será um poema que não vou saber mais escrever.

uh im rude like awakening knock those out who fakin'
flakin' like  they frosted i leave ya exhaushted
hard to see me when them black ants
crawlin' over eye visions cuz my visions
dehydrate your precisions
stingin' ya harder the bees like wind to breeze
ya cant slow me yall haters below me
bring force like kinobi just show me
yo head so i can fill it with led down goes yo bread
tears in the hearts of families fatalities bring joy to me
emcees beware ya in for a scare no truth or dare
pause ya like a stare first glare ya see
im in ya shadows check my plateau ruthless as Don Vito  
evils we see no remorse for those who try to show
out they *** we never chased the cash
we burned out like brass true with me class
yall dont want clash dancin' with the titan fast as lightening
strike so compellin' enticin' frightening
no late night news can fused or abuse
our images we mass murderers lowerin' percentages
of those in advantage we bringin' mo' carnage
than the average savage live in havoc
dont thread the best unless ya wanna die like the rest
ease my stress with totes of canibus while yall diss
im chillin' like maximus full potential
we never bought out chips just sought out
takin' over islands reestablish demands
with illegal contrabands one man stand dont need no fan
feel me i be the straight loco true colo ******* by nature
too a few bites from forbidden manzana
makin'  miracles like ana from lyrical content
bites critics like piranhas sound the black madonna whos gonna?
stop me once i began the tears
so you imitators
commentators beware

I went to the Bookstore today
    (can't do tablets or laptops
    when smoking cigars
    and
    ...also hate tv...don't like
    the way it makes me feel
    or other people look)
In downtown Boulder, Colo
Which, if you've never been
Displays fresh prints of Dave Eggers
And Edward Abbey
    In an 1899 erected structure
        That formerly hosted
            Ballroom dances
                Orchestras
                    And secret societies
It's not Powells in Portland, Ore
    (old school state abbreviations...
    deal with it)
But it's better for me
    Because I'm here
And it was a beautiful day
Even after losing at chess
    to a brilliant fool
    just outside
I couldn't help myself
    From browsing the poetry section
        In its entirety
(Only here for the $3.75 copy of the Poetry Foundation's monthly)
And I noticed an increase
    In fresh copies of Hafiz
    Same for Bukowski
    And Ginsberg
Keats was nowhere to be found
Typically, Shakespeare, Whitman,
    Wordsworth...are everywhere
I wondered if the American compilation
    by Garrison Keillor
    is worhwhile
There were dozens
    And dozens
        Of masters
            That I have not spent time with
Not "spent time"
Perhaps read a bit
    But not, connected with enough
    that I could say...I got it
    Not a fully aligned get
    But an education
        And appreciation
            To one who has pushed the craft
            in their own way
Or left me weeping
    at brilliance of love and language
But I resisted said temptation
    Of rampant reckless bookbuying
        And got my magazine
But on my drive home
    In the far East reaches of the county
        (Boulder's real estate no longer
        grants us commons much access)
    I stopped at tiny used book shop
        Bought an old copy of
            D. H. Lawrence poetry
                for a few bucks
And by the time I got home
To take inventory of tea
    Of coffee
        Of wine and cigars

I was rather pleased
    Pleased with myself
For I looked forward
    To the read
        To the sky
        To living soul free
            Once again

não pode ser justo que eu tenha nascido nesse mundo com a culpa de uma vida inteira que ainda nem vivi que antes de ter chegado meus olhos já tivessem visto tudo o mais que eu não pudesse suportar e carregado tanto peso em minhas costas pequenas costas de criança com medo sem nem saber o que tanto carregava era o peso de uma mulher pesada que não tinha medo pois tinha conhecido o abandono e ele ocupava todo o espaço era também a ironia de que aquilo que eu mais temia a mulher pesada que me tinha em seu colo era também o que eu mais viria a precisar desde o leite empedrado a mulher pesada aquilo que eu mais temia a que me tinha pendurada em seu seio era também o que eu viria a me tornar sem escapatória sem saber que eu já havia me tornado muito antes de existir e a culpa tão grande a culpa desde o leite e da pedra

eu costumava sonhar em me tornar o mar
imenso e vasto como tal,
com a mesma selvageria caótica
que é viva e dissemina a calmaria

e se eu puder ser mar
receber-te-ei como um dos meus
que banham-se em meu colo
enquanto se libertam das âncoras mundanas

às pressas de escapar desse não-lugar onde me esconderam
me vi na areia, em mutação
preto no branco gritando e a natureza fundindo
eu me vi fruto da miscigenação

eu me tornei mar
e agora tenho um amante
que queima em meu horizonte
mas se esconde ao anoitecer

na manhã ele retorna
e logo põe-se a iluminar
todas as almas pretas
que ainda procuram um lar

escapei do esconderijo
que era um tipo de prisão
pra que ninguém mais seja preso
longe da escuridão

por isso enquanto eu for mar
te deixarei livre, na leveza de existir
te emprestarei meu amante
pois sei da tua vontade

vai ter calor no teu corpo em todo amanhecer

felizmente hoje eu sou mar
então recebo-te como um dos meus
e lhe convido a nadar

a criança chorando em seu colo
não pesava mais que o leite empedrado em seu peito
a maternidade
era só mais uma ferida aberta
nas suas partes secretas
pra não deixá-la esquecer
que ela não era ninguém
além do rombo em seu ventre

como quando tigres enfeitam a maçaneta dos ventos
e cobrem o fio de náilon sobre a camada espessa da terra.

logo eu que pairo sobre as montanhas cobertas de neve de açúcar
chego cansada pelos montes de veludo e sopro todo ar que um dia foi de alguém.

escuto os sons que meu pai grita da garganta seca e consumida pela vida falha dos danos em nó.

sigo firme no divã que um dia foi de minha vó que morreu nos braços de deus enquanto vomitava em uma bacia de metal em formato de baço.

eis que um dia pensei: sou feliz e não sabia que era.

um dia quando tudo se cair pela metade na esquerda irei confusa dormir sob os véus dos espíritos que pairam na terra secreta e silenciosamente dominam a mente de pastores homens.

há de um dia ser tudo amor e mais vívido como quando quadros pintam a si mesmos na calada do dia em pleno raio de sol das três e quinze da tarde enquanto tomam café gelado sem leite.

minha mãe um dia travou em pé e encarou a guarda de um poderoso pai e padeci de medo mas superei a realidade que o mundo um dia me trouxe.

quisera eu dominar a xícara de licor sob os pés de caixas simbolizantes e soprar uma lágrima pelos ombros que um dia foram meus e de mais ninguém.

haja fé suficiente na vida dos que ainda não foram e procuram por paz no meio do caminho tortuoso de outra dimensão.

um dia uma nuvem vai cair do céu e parar sentada no meu colo; e quando a tesoura que usarei pra corta-la sair da gaveta, gritarei quatro vezes: esse mundo não é teu.

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You snooze
You lose
Fest ~ of all
the bore ring
Around the Collar
Me A-muse-D.

O eco que a dor faz em meu peito,
e eu sei que eu sou o próprio responsável,
por sangrar assim...

Eu não consigo lidar,
lidar com tanto e tão pouco,
ao mesmo tempo que eu quero um fim eu não quero.

Se a gente pudesse pelo menos fingir que tá tudo bem,
Quem sabe não fica?
Eu não sirvo pra despedidas, não assim...

Se a gente pudesse ficar um pouco mais aqui,
deita no meu colo, eu te conto uma história pra dormir,
mas fica aqui.

Eu não sirvo pra despedidas meu amor,
Eu não sirvo pra pontos finais,
A gente poderia ser uma vírgula.

E depois a gente vê o que é que faz...