sexta-feira, 31 de agosto de 2012



The weight of the world
            is love 
Under the burden
           of solitude,
under the burden
            of dissatisfaction

            the weight,
the weight we carry
              is love.

Who can deny?
            In dreams
it touches
             the body,
in thought
a miracle,
           in imagination
            till born
in human----

looks out of the heart
              burning with purity----
for the burden of life
           is love,
but we carry the weight
and so must rest
in the arms of love
          at last,
must rest in the arms
        of love.

No rest 
           without love,
no sleep
           without dreams
of love----
           be mad or chill
obsessed with angels
             or machines,
the final wish
          is love
---- cannot be bitter,
             cannot deny,
   cannot withhold
              if denied:

the weight is too heavy
             -----must give
for no return
               as thought
is given
           in solitude
in all the excellence
           of its excess.

The warm bodies
             shine together
in the darkness,
         the hand moves 
to the center
             of the flesh,
the skin trembles
            in happiness
and the soul comes 
            joyful to the eye----

yes, yes,
            that´s what
I wanted,
             I always wanted,
I always wanted,
              to return
to the body
             where I was born.
                San Jose, 1954

Allen Ginsberg

domingo, 26 de agosto de 2012

Cut the world

for so long i've obeyed that feminine decree
i've always contained your desire to hurt me

but when will i turn and cut the world?

my eyes are coral, absorbing your dreams

my heart is a record of dangerous scenes
my skin is a surface to push to extremes

but when will i turn and cut the world? 
Antony and the Johnsons