"Quando tudo passa a nossa frente
de repente..
 ..sentimos o marasmo dessa vida.
Ou de seu sarcarmo.

Nem tudo tem cheiro de flor
Nem ao menos a cor de seus olhos
Porém, por enquanto, rimos
Não do que já passou ou estamos
passando.

Mas sim do que vamos estar lembrando."



Giba - 19/08/2012 - 22:45

Óbito

Diga-me um bom cidadão da mocidade
Que os laços desta perdição não é crível
Apesar-me da morte ter-lhe ostentado uma sinceridade
Este amor és indivisível.
Sinto-me culpado no que me cerne
Por mais que todo o cheiro,
ou eu, todo sou verme,
no meigo deleite – azarado.
A morte nada mais é que viver
a sete palmos;
de nada temer
não sobra-me salmos.
“É tão bom morrer de amor
e continuar vivendo”, disse o poeta
Nasce uma flor,
e o tema é uma cançoneta.
Do pó para o pó.
Sabe que daí de cima
Você me vê só.
Tudo lhe intima.
Mas é na íntima dos vermes,
que sinto na minha leve derme,
esse poder da falência.
Dessa minha demência.
Do meu jeito em pensar em morrer,
em meu pobre tupi-guarini,
irei por alguém descer:
Que seja por ti.

"Now your pictures that you left behind
Are just memories of a different life
Some that made us laugh
Some that made us cry
One that made you have to say good bye
What I'd give to run my fingers through your hair
To touch your lips, to hold you near
When you say your prayers, try to understand
I've made mistakes, I'm just a man
When he holds you close
When he pulls you near
When he says the words
You've been needing to hear
I wish I was him, cause those words are mine
To say to you till the end of time and"

The Shower - by Hank Bukowski

we like to shower afterwards
(I like the water hotter than she)
and her face is always soft and peaceful
and she'll watch me first
spread the soap over my balls
lift the balls
squeeze them,
then wash the cock:
"hey, this thing is still hard!"
then get all the hair down there,-
the belly, the back, the neck, the legs,
I grin grin grin,
and then I wash her. . .
first the cunt, I
stand behind her, my cock in the cheeks of her ass
I gently soap up the cunt hairs,
wash there with a soothing motion,
I linger perhaps longer than necessary,
then I get the backs of the legs, the ass,
the back, the neck, I turn her, kiss her,
soap up the breasts, get them and the belly, the neck,
the fronts of the legs, the ankles, the feet,
and then the cunt, once more, for luck. . .
another kiss, and she gets out first,
toweling, sometimes singing while I stay in
turn the water on hotter
feeling the good times of love's miracle
I then get out. . .
it is usually mid-afternoon and quiet,
and getting dressed we talk about what else
there might be to do,
but being together solves most of it
for as long as those things stay solved
in the history of women and
man, it's different for each-
for me, it's splendid enough to remember
past the memories of pain and defeat and unhappiness:
when you take it away
do it slowly and easily
make it as if I were dying in my sleep instead of in
my life, amen.