o último canto do bode

gravura em ponta seca, cartaz da peça do heliogabalus

the ghost of you here in my bed

mama said lift your head from the sieve of your hands mama say eventually this hurting will end but the shock-waves on my bones will linger like the ghost of you here in my bed when i was lost you thought me a beautiful find sometimes i think of you sleeping so sleep for a while i find myself asking who'd do this to love and the white shouldered mountains they pointed above lord you just dropped me here by the side of this road out here's too cold and i don't want to walk it alone i've got a bottle of your blood inside me and an old beggar's prayer on the tip of my tongue mama said lift your head from the sieve of your hands mama say eventually this hurting will end

duas

sci fi

homem com h.

pastel oleoso

brincando de lanchonete chinesa 

mardou

tentei mil vezes fazer a mardou, mas só consegui escutando tom waits. pode não ser adequada, pode não ser a do kerouac... mas é um pouco a subterranea pra mim

Cucaracha