Cláudia, a minha namorada

Um dia Deus escreveu no livro Sagrado com tinta de plasma que na Europa nasceria uma linda menina.
Um dia Deus escreveu no livro Sagrado com tinta de plasma que na Europa nasceria um lindo menino.

A menina chamou-se Cláudia. O menino Pedro. A menina era sublime como os perfumes da Dior, magnífica como um rubi, cordial à altura das princesas mais majestosas que alguma vez foram escritas em contos ou fizeram parte de um Reino.
Embora nascessem a uma distância comparada à da Lua e do Sol eles acabaram por se encontrar e conhecer. E viver um conto de fadas, um inspirador romance muito para lá de qualquer já escrito por Nicholas Sparks.
No dia 4 de Outubro, os 4 elementos vibraram originando um temporal legendário, a natureza superou todas as crenças pagãs, a bíblia ganhou mais um capítulo, e Deus cumpriu o seu propósito, Pedro beijou Cláudia.
E desde então a vida rodopia, num bailado fenomenal ao mesmo tempo que abriu um grande concerto acompanhado por uma sinfonia, venerando a beleza e esplendor de Cláudia, o seu espírito sublime.
E Pedro apaixonou-se pela Cláudia, pelo lado B da Vida, pelo lado bom…

Oração a Ela

Se C fosse um nome, seria pelo que o dela começava. A magnífica beleza dela como a intensidade fulminante dos seus beijos cicatriza um C no meu coração, curando a ferida viva, colorida, das infinitas emoções que sinto por ela, repercutindo como tambores ao sabor da chuva numa explosão atómica de frutas e pedras preciosas. A sua suave voz autêntica que me fica na memória para toda a eternidade, mesmo eu nunca a tendo passado, um segundo com ela voa à velocidade da luz e suspende-se num céu de fragrâncias e toques mágicos, dela nasce toda a magia verdadeira, nada comparada com o ilusionismo a que estamos habituados a ver em espectáculos, para mim ela é o espectáculo da vida, o sensacionalismo do nascer do Sol, o mistério das pirâmides Maias e Egípcias, a surpresa do conhecimento por descobrir, o místico do Hinduísmo, a virtude do Cristianismo, uma Religião.

Ela tem consciência sobre todos os seus desejos, muito comparado à de Deus com a virtude de um anjo de guarda. Traz para a minha vida luz ardente que reduz a obscuridade das Trevas em cinzas iluminadas. No entanto ela pisa uma linha colossal, um investimento de alto risco, ao tentar chegar até mim e à minha vida. E isso faz com que eu acredite no impossível e atinja “para lá” de todas as metas. A força que ela me dá é muito superior à que se possa imaginar porque é uma força divina e humana ao mesmo tempo! Ela traz-me razão à confusão dos meus pensamentos e faz-me sentir os melhores momentos… Ela é bem real, e o seu bem está livre do Mal.

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Life is boring; it’s the piece of crap you don’t wanna buy. The truth about life and the entire universe is that it’s all a chastely existing procedure. No matter you achieve you always have to defeat your enemies, and people on everyday life turn into your enemy easily.
I have my medical condition I don’t want to talk about, and I can’t refuse any lack of pity from others that think nothing but in themselves. People go to the market and shop, shop all material things and they can’t find their soul so they have a deficiency of spirit taking them to never knows what they want or what they need for their life. Other people close themselves in religion, other in sex, swift relations, changing partner in a few days, since the true love no one will ever find. The love that inspires life and make people breathe more intensely. Other people like me standalone smoking cigarette behind cigarette and talking about shit instead of shopping or pray or make out in dirty positions with the stranger phantasies... These people like me prefer to be open up to a book or a blog and try to make the difference, but they don’t change anything in their miserable life. Because words are tears that don’t sprinkle the landscape. People like me are worried about having money for the next pack, or if they will quit smoking, or to enlighten up the next roll-up, or to see behind his existence and to hope to have someone to love them even being addicted to tobacco or drink or playing games, someone who understand their wretched existence.
And the masses keep going on, shopping and trading, selling stock markets, getting bigger and bigger, oppositely my penis cling to the same size and think the same way. I don’t believe humans are the least plane in effect, the ultimate evolution of animals, I believe in an unlike future where love would be the utmost maximum and pure rationality would prevail. Times when I won’t think just in my penis, for the reason that I won’t last long enough onto that days…

I’m going jump the bridge into the sea. I was so high that I couldn’t get the difference between anything. I’m drunk, I’m stoned, I am alone. And I hope for the best. For that squall coming. For the coming Gods. I hope for everything but I can just not wait for sex. And everything round and goes up and down, and I trifle with the first girl around.

I run the world unstopping to find my love, that I’ll treat right and caress her. To find my wonderful cherry.

But my love is going backwards, and I can’t hold her hand forever and she disappears in the shadows of the cherry trees. I don’t know what to do anymore. But I have a balanced heart that tends to freeze in just one girl, and she always run over, and I am all alone. Thought we had something, but that something is just for other guys. Nothing left for me, just laundry baggage.

Bye, be happy, follow your path, maybe life has more windows opened and I would enter in some of those.

Drink. Yes!

The beer is welcome to my stomach. But better it is the wine. Jesus came to us and said, drink my wine as it is my blood, I said drink all the wine to save up and be glad. Everyday catch-22 is to be blissful and notwithstanding find the perfect match, the monogamy’s girl, but I say drink wine today!

Drink wine,

Whiskey,

Vodka,

Absinth,

Liquors,

Spirituous,

Rum,

Aqua vitae,

Brandy,

Drink the cheerful essence of being and taste the scents of independence! And, of course, find the perfect match…

The Audi A4 and the all Picture

The shade was so immaculate that the girl rewarded all her dreams in a singly jiffy. She had drawn thousands of pictures, and her history is taking me from serious, spellbinding my time, instead of letting me work or study or do anything convenient. The source is the emptiness of my mind, the vacuous thoughts I require to sample in my mind sporadically, and by default I don’t want to study or work, I requisite a new car, an audi A3 or A4 to speed up across peasant roads.
And the whole thing is hopeless and discourteous. Putting me in a corrupt status quo, due to my lack of provisions, and therefore I won’t tell the history of the girl that at the end of sketch thousands of portraits achieved the final labor, life is has it is, fucking hard and when we do it, it’s all a fucking joke, like the wish to drive a car or to be with a slut.