Somente Carne

Peguei-me dizendo-te coisas horríveis, em minha mente. Por não contentar-me a perder algo que nunca tive. Um sentimento vazio, que me fora lançado por ti, Absorvido e interpretado pelo meu coração Como verdadeiro e absoluto, Vi sendo lançado a outros. Pelo menos em minha mente o vi... De monstro chamei, de oportunista também E até de leão faminto metaforei. Mas no fim, ambos usamo-nos Apenas carne fomos um para o outro O sentimento nunca existira, Mas o desejo ansiava nossos corpos. Até o dia em que tal vontade carnal, O desejo de possuír-nos, fora alcançado E tudo acabado. By Herbie

The Hunt

Today, tonight, the sorrow. It’s dark the night in the forest. In a hunt of me, the foreigner, The natives are coming. The sound of their steps and weapon scares me. I run, I stumble and fall down. The hunt don’t stop, they are coming. I must go on, not to stop running. My body is tired, I can’t stand this any longer. My hunters are getting too much closer. My feet can’t move faster anymore. I’ll give up, I won’t escape no more. I can hear them getting closer. My body is frozen and fearing death. My blood is still running through my veins. But my body doesn’t response. The end is coming and so is the hunt. My enemy’s standing in front of me. Ready to stick me in with his spear. He looks at me with his aggressive dark eyes. And for my despair he throws it at me. I could see death approaching But when the enemy’s spear reaches my body I am transported to real life I woke up from this nightmare. My body was trembling. That sensation stood on my heart. How can a dream be so real? That was the most real dream I’ve ever had.

By Herbie