(Re) Volto-me e ao meu ato a revolta... ao grito mudo, nodulo na garganta, preso no vibrar das cordas que nos atam a nos e a todos os atos, que nao sejam os vis,pois que os vis sao todos livres, soltos pelo nosso silencio. E o fato de nao se ocupar o espaco que deixa o espaco livre. Enquanto nao gritarmos nao havera silencio, mas coacao. E pacatos morreremos sem luta! Mr. Intentional Lauryn Hill Mr. Intentional Yeah...Yeah...Yeah...Yeah... You see the road to hell is paved with good intentionsCan't you tell the way they have to mentionHow they helped you out, you're such a hopeless victimPlease don't do me any favors, Mr. Intentional. All their talk is seasoned to perfectionThe road they walk commanding your affectionThey need to be needed, deceived by motivation, an opportunity to further situationWhy they're so important is without explanationPlease don't patronize me, Mr. Intentional... Oh... We give rise to ego, by being insecureThe advice that we go desperately searching forthe subconscious effort to support our paramourToo engaged in denial, to admit we're immatureValidating lies, Mr. Intentional... Oh... Open up your eyes, Mr. Intentional... Stuck in a system that seeks to suck your bloodHeld emotionally hostage by what everybody doesCounting all the money that you give them just becauseExploiting ignorance in the name of loveStop before you drop because that's just the way it wasPlease don't justify me, Mr. IntentionalSo one-dimensional, Mr. Intentional Don't you do me any favors Wake up you've been sleeping, take up your bed and walkStop blaming other people, it's nobody else's faultAccept the truth about youYou know that life goes on without you and Your expensive misinventions, disguising your intentionsDon't worship my hurt feelings, Mr. Intentional See I know you can't help me, Mr. IntentionalThe only help I need to live is unprofessionalThe only wealth I have to give is not materialAnd if you need much more than that - I'm not available Please don't entertain me, Mr. IntentionalI don't need your sympathy, Mr. IntentionalStay away from me, Mr. IntentionalSo one-dimensional, Mr. Promotional, Mr. Emotional, Mr. Intentional... AmarrasE na rede de medo em que me inventei, estou farto das cordas em que me amarro: a teia fragil de incertezas de que nao posso fugir, o escudo emoldurado com o qual encubro minha parca e insossa nudez, disforme, fora dos perimetros milimetricamente tracados, me descubro infante e perdido, e me recubro na imagem, ja gasta, do super-heroi. O tempo futuro de possibilidades, afunila-se no presente de ralidades e acumula-se num passado sem cores, sem tracado, sem risco...E assim, risco de mim todos os riscos, esperando que de alguma forma o encomodo do frio-arrido que aqui se espraia me mova a arriscar. Verdade: corte amargo de fel ?Toque sincero de amizade?Verdade: afago amigo,certo abrigofeio, frio ou distante, constante e certo que nao ardio...Verdade: ermo de certezasfirmes espinhosque, vistos, desvio... Eu gosto e do gosto do Gozo! (30/01/2005) Digo Nao prefiro ser essa metamorfose ambulante, mas nada e pior que aceitar essa velha opiniao formada sobre tudo, ainda assim, nao queria ser essa metamorfose ambulante... prefiro