CONCEPT( Patricia Evans)It looks like rainbut it is not rain this rain.Not a summer rain.Its smell is not ozone,too much noise with too little glare.St. Peter sent St. Anthony,oh terrible ill will!Not worse or better, it is just not real:does not quench the thirst,does not cool,a color that is not Flictsand I don't hear its ticks on the anvil.It germinates no seed, it doesn't refresh,it only happens.This rain is not rain in its real meaning,but the concept of rain it does not deny,like me - I look like a human being.CONCEITO( Patricia Evans)Parece chuva mas nao e chuva esta chuva.Nao uma chuva de verao.Cheiro que nao e de ozonio,barulho com pouco clarao.Sao Pedro mandou Santo Antonio,oh terrivel ma vontade!Nem pior, nem melhor, so nao e de verdade:nao mata a sede,nao resfria,uma cor que nao e Flictse nao ouco seus tics no batente.Nao germina semente, nao refresca,acontece.Essa chuva nao e chuva,mas o conceito de chuva nao desmente,como eu - pareco gente. AS EXPECTED ( Patricia Evans)Life, then, was overrun with walk-ins. Reality kept coming without having an appointment, and,as expected, insanity moved in...CONFORME ESPERADO( Patricia Evans) A vida, entao, estava cheia. A realidade insistia em virsem avisare, conforme esperado, a insanidade se aconchegou. .. ANUNCIACAO ( Patricia Evans) A chuva batia contra o telhado de vidro permitindo-lhe sensacoes aleatorias de universos de cordas vibratorias. O nada do ser introspectivo contidoem um continuo som-de-gotas-mantra.O infinito conciso. Um quase Nirvana, uma quase santa, entao, comecou a cair granizo.ANNUNCIATION( Patricia Evans)The rain against the roof glassbrings random sensations from universes of vibrating strings. The nothingness of the introspective beingcontained in a continuous sound of drops-mantra. The concise infinity.Almost a Nirvana, almost holy, then, (it) began to hail. .ASSASSINA( Patricia Evans)Torcerei teus dedos um a um ate quebrarem e esmagarei teu cranio de encontro a parede.Arrancarei as tuas tripas desnecessariase deixarei, frente ao pote d'agua, morreres de sede.Pisarei em teu corpo inerte no chaoe cuspirei saliva oxidante em tua sobra.Ferverei em oleo de cozinha o teu coracaoe dancarei sobre ti uma enlouquecida polcaVou nutrir os vermes com a tua carnee engordarei lacraias com a tua morte. Vou sangrar tuas veias e te cortar em partese deixar-te-ei jogado a tua propria sorte.E de tanto matar-te e por matar-te mil horastalvez consiga matar-te em meu peito,que por amor negado e desfeitodesespera, assassina e chora.MURDERER( Patricia Evans)I'll wring your fingers one by one until they break and crush your skull against the wall,tear your unnecessary guts, and let you, in front of the glass of water, die of thirst. I'll step on your inert body on the floor and spit oxidant saliva on your remains. I'll boil your heart in cooking oil and dance a mad polka on you.I will nourish the worms with your meat. I'll grow fat the centipedes with your death,bleed your veins, cut you into pieces and leave thee to thy fate, abandoned. And because I'll kill you one thousand times, in one million ways,may be I come to get to kill you in my chest,Where lies a heart which, for denied and undone love,desperates, murders