Sad Girl🥀✨

The silent rain of my tears connects with the torrential fall of water on the dense spring vegetation. Melancholic arrangements of a song from another century reverberate in the background. I try unsuccessfully to suppress the overflowing sadness and entertain my poor thoughts, watching through the whitish window of the past the sharp, heavy and strangely beautiful verticality of the storm.  

But for a moment, losing the power to stare only at what is visible, I return to existence and the notion of my torturous and timeless impasse. I remember, as if the period existed beyond the comprehension of time, the tense and sensual dimension created around us the instant our eyes met. And in this bewitching and dissociative continuity, I enter captive into the vain and vile factory of longings that imprisons men. The memory.

It's impossible not to remember that when I lost myself in your gaze full of veiled meanings and realized the establishment of a dense atmosphere, one that makes the attraction and magnetism that submerge us in the torpor of fascination almost palpable, you, precisely the Muse that corrupts sanity and inspires the continuity of poetry, were willing - I believe to prove the existence of reality in the midst of the ecstasy of fantasy - to rearrange, with a frightened look, a rebellious lock of my hair. The subtle act seemed to merge into eternity when his delicate hands, which I had been fantasizing about touching in such a tempting way, lingered with such affection that, when I looked at you with greater intensity, I reached the point where my perception of space-time broke down and I dissociated between the real and the dreamlike. Here is perdition for a controversial paradise. Some of those who return from this labyrinth, even if wounded, later learn that too little is too much for the restrained platonic innocents.

Human is to be the guiding thread of the transitory universe of ideals for some temporal line of sensible reality.

Life as we know it is just another materialized expression of the omnipresent cosmos. End and beginning are equivalent.

- Laura Mancini In: "Reentrâncias de meu Abismo". 📖🥀

Cosmosomática

No girar de outro tempo

No passar de outro astro

Gravitam recordações translúcidas do passado 

A história perdura neste templo do inconsciente na memória.

E o presente e futuro

Em frêmito ardor entre estrelas mortas

Dissociados em milhões de constelações

pairadas no abismo

Captura o olhar da criatura refratada em 

carne, sangue e sentidos.

Há delírio nessa contemplação fixa.

O humor e horror, nascidos de uma mesma vinha,

Desfocam a princípio do êxtase, 

O julgamento do que o assusta e fascina.

Mas após a recaída do onírico, 

Em choque perceptivo

- Ou retorno pródigo do espírito - 

A matéria fita sua simbologia, 

Mira seu criador onisciente, o infinito vácuo 

espontâneo do universo e da vida

E reconhece em excitante prelúdio 

A origem do pensamento,

A síntese de suas partículas…

Que como marca do vazio recreativo

estão incutidas em cada ser

E na areia celeste que recaí infindável

no firmamento, no circular eterno,

indiferente, das espirais místicas.