OFLUXO

A CANDLE IS BURNING

“Tied wanderers
Sick poisonous vapors gather around the heart and lungs
Forms in motion are thickened
sticks and stone in my body

Spasms of the distant, suffocating and humid southern winds
uncontrollable short circuits
screams and pink markers
Spirals in white and black, in one hit
Cold and acid sweat

Primordial experiences of sacrality
Of the intimate union experimented between man and nature
Death and renewal
Changing
To ensure the continuity of the vital force
where only the cold wind, coming from north, continues to not be found in the mirror

A candle is burning in the middle of the table
The smoke of green plastic and Scotch Lagavulin
LOVE written with a biro
I’ve always dreamed of dancing

A pestiferous blow in the black night sky
glassy bubble of nostalgia suspended in my mind
long red nails on the lights
take ‘em!

In the same bed his breath
Sometimes there is destruction
Why are you alive and still exist?
Reminiscence of memory: who are you?
What are you scared of? What have you erased in this place?

If even the words we had to say were interrupted
Sooner or later they will be linking parts needed to connect with someone
Remember
You’re alone, motionless in front of the entrance of the truth you have lost
and which you need to find out

Spasms of the distant, suffocating and humid southern winds
uncontrollable short circuits
screams and pink markers
Spirals in white and black, in one hit
Cold and acid sweat

A candle is burning in the middle of the table
The smoke of green plastic and Scotch Lagavulin
LOVE written with a biro
I’ve always dreamed of dancing”