no fim de um ciclo,me reciclo,me retiroe nao repitoo mesmo tiro;mudo de calibre,de cacife to cansadode palpite,de servampirode cassino;(ha tempos so assino,risco assassinode sistema,desatino...). frio?! mas que frio?frio e o rio de fogoque transborda vildos olhos do povodesse mundo hostilque inundou-se todo,que moribundo viu(que) nada de novono fundo d'um riode antitese envolto,e o que ha de varonilperdeu-se no esboco,espalhou-se, servil,la no fundo do poco... meu amor eu num morro,e eu num morro de amor;tao alto num moro pleito,e tao rarefeito Arno peitoque de assalto tomo calor.topo mais perto astro rei,queima com certo ardor,magnetico e contestador,nutre o q'inda nem plantei,florescendo asseptica flor.quase nem liga pro tempoesse vento isento de odor;traz de repente o momentoque desmente o vil clamorque amor e isolado eventoestabelecido e justificado,tecido, tingido e bordado,como fosse atido primor.palavras tem dito errado,o quao intricado e o amor... yep. I was completely fuckin' wrong.and then I wrote a really lovely song;of course I couldn't fuckin' wrap it up with thong!but, then again: was I? did I? could I? inquire!rhyming's tight, but shit ain't that variously brightas it used to be when I had some of that fight inside;and fire inside(!), and used to ride the wilder, dire sideof the wider winter nights with no dynamite behindmy tired eyes as I seem to always do it nowadays;and, wow! I'm dazed and even then I'm fuckin' fazed!am I a crazed bitch who threw away its fuckin' game?or did I become so numb I can't even stab a face?(I can't be dumb enough not to realize it's a waste).did I say "variously bright"? then I was horizont'ly lyin'!shit tends NOT to keep together for a very long time;so I keep coming back to gather some of these rhymes... anxiety's fists are hard as rain,but its punches insist t' take a toll.it doesn't like to strike the face,it knows the chest area is thepart that lacked a vest for so long;so it comes at me wit' a vicious flurry,as accurate as an open Steph Curry,an' as I hit the ground awkwardly,the z-horde swarms immediately,an' eats me up in a raw(y) fashion,possession by possession like acohese west coast offense action.touchdown, roarin' crowd reaction;time for a 2-minute drill, no huddle,everybody's aware of the struggleof an instant classic's 4th quarter,goal to go, couple inches farther,play-action, naked bootleg it is,#13 will run it in within the last tick,let's bring it home, no losin' pick! e de ser e estar que se faz o amor,de comparartao raro permanecer.que beleza teria o vermelho da florsem a sabedoria do verde a viver?tambem de cortesia, filha da heresiade achar que poesia, rima e califasiacuram polifasia com imagens bonitasde viagens aflitas e de breves visitasas miragens desditas da vil teimosiade aplicar fantasi'as mais esquisitasabordagens da vida e tentar impedirque va se repetir tod'essa dicotomiae permitir explodir inteira coreografiada vital empatia de se viver dia a dia. mergulho em garrafas lotadas de gracaa cada sentar desse olhar em meu colo;trago a cachaca que assassina desgraca(!)mesclada com o mar a regar tod'um polo.de copo em copo o purificar se aplica,dancando e limpando, de vaso a arteria;me topo com