domingo, 24 de fevereiro de 2008

In the Woods

" And I can't face the evening straight
And you can't offer me escape
Houses live and houses speak
If you take me there you'll get relief
Believe, believe, believe, believe..." - (Radiohed)



It is dark. The only thing I can see is your shadow in my memory.
It is your smile that makes me scream.
And your bright eyes that make me swim in my solitude.
All I have in my hands is that broken glass with the last drop of that cheap wine mixed with my feeling of sorrow.
I ask myself where you are and I realized that you have never existed.
You are such an invention of a drunk poet that makes believe that you could bring me a cup of tea with strawberries in a grey winter morning.


E. Alvarez

14 comentários:

Alice disse...

I see no shit. I see creation and attitude and a bit o solitude that can be part of us or just a companion for a Sunday afternoon. Bom ver vc criando e ampliando seus textos.
Bjs da sua amiga.
Letícia.

"You are such an invention of a drunk poet."

(Eveline)

Lovely and harmful quote.
Adorei...

mal de aeshna disse...

i want more of yr broken dreams,

more of that vwine

thatºs never gone

Sandrinha disse...

I want more that something like broken dreams. I wanna just something (or someone) who could be here, not for ever, but all the time where things don´t be right.

Just this. Not like a invention of a drunk poet.

Take care of yourself.

Limbonauta disse...

It´s not so dark. It´s not so cold.
Look inside you! Is a sun? Is a butterfly?

Look at you: a forgotten summer smile, behind a unhappy atmosphere.

Take care. Take is easy...

Germano V. Xavier disse...

Eu ainda traduzo estas palavras!
Sim, sim...

Beijos, querida!
Germano

Zélia Palmeira disse...

Passing by some blogs of people I know,I arrived here.Poets really have the "power" to create anything.If they are drunk,things can be much more dangerous.But living withou danger is not living at all...

;)

dyego disse...

aff... vou respirar ali, já volto.

Sunshine disse...

caramba amei suas musicass mt boass
=**
bejo boa semana

Anônimo disse...

Such an invetion that brings you a cup of reallity. That was for all of us, full of true inventions and always waiting for cups of tea.. with or without strawberry.
Adorei aqui. Seu blog é grande, estou te adicionando.
Camilla Tebet
www.essepapo.nafoto.net

Germano V. Xavier disse...

Tô sentindo falta de texto novo!

Aparece...

Camilla Tebet disse...

Querida Eveline, além do www.essepapo.nafoto.net, criei um outro espaço, aqui mesmo no seu bairro, é o http://essepapotambem.blogspot.com.
Passa lá pra visitar minha estréia quando der tempo. Um beijo
Camilla

Camilla Tebet disse...

Querida Eveline, além do www.essepapo.nafoto.net, criei um outro espaço, aqui mesmo no seu bairro, é o http://essepapotambem.blogspot.com.
Passa lá pra visitar minha estréia quando der tempo. Um beijo
Camilla

israel disse...

the dark is a place full of happiness...

im search for this place..

Anônimo disse...

o que eu estava procurando, obrigado