In Absense

Here is a poem from my friend Jill


That which was once so vivid and intense,
I swam in its energy,
in its enveloping all-encompassing mania

hijacked by a connection which transcends my defenses
ignited my mind until smoke clouded sanity with a high
penetrated my being, reaching the untouched, the unknown
sparking a sensation in the deepest of my darkness
so that my blood surged with new vigor for life
my heart felt everything around me with new delicacy
every nerve from my skin aroused by the slightest...sensation
in its spirit
which danced with mine in a very solitary dimension
in its body
which danced with mine in a very earthly dimension
evoking the nature that I am
in the trance of warm brown eyes
in its simplicity
cherishing the good, rejecting the confining, ailing, and trivial

is now but a memory of a dream
a few muted glimpses of brilliance
distant in my mind
I find myself searching for reality in the haze
in the shadow between my consciousness and reality
I speak of it as fact
yet as I hear my words, they feel unfamiliar to my mind
All I really know is each moment
and the few moments which wander into my consciousness as reminders of the unexplainable

Ben Harper

THE DRUGS DON'T WORK (Richard Ashcroft) Live From Mars, 2001

All this talk of getting old
It's getting me down my love
Like a cat in a bag waiting to drown
This time I'm comin' down
And I know you're thinking of me
As you lay down on your side

Now the drugs don't work
They just make you worse
But I know I'll see your face again
Now the drugs don't work
They just make you worse
But I know I'll see your face again

But I know I'm on a losing streak
'Cause I passed down by old street
And if you wanna show, just let me know
And I'll sing in your ear again

Now the drugs don't work
They just make you worse
But I know I'll see your face again

So baby, Woh- if heaven calls, I'm coming too
Just like you said you leave my life, I'm better off dead

All this talk of getting old
It's getting me down my love
Like a cat in a bag, waiting to drown
This time I'm comin' down

The drugs don't work
They just make you worse
But I know I'll see your face again

So baby, Woh- if heaven calls, I'm coming too
And like you said, you leave my life, I'm better off dead

But if you wanna show, just let me know
And now I'll sing in your ear again

Now the drugs don't work
They just make you worse
But now I know I'll see your face again
Yeah- I know I'll see your face again
Yeah- I know I'll see your face again
Oh- now
Yeah, I know I'll see your face again
Never coming down, Never coming down
No more, no more, no more, no more, no more, no more
Never coming down, never coming down
No more, no more, no more, no more, no more
Oh- now
Yeah, I know I'll see your face again

e e cummings

me encanta....a vida.
VII

in the rain-
darkness, the sunset
being sheathed i sit and
think of you

the holy
city which is your face
your little cheeks the streets
of smiles

your eyes half-
thrush
half-angel and your drowsy
lips where float flowers of kiss

and
there is the sweet shy pirouette
your hair
and then

your dancesong
soul. rarely-beloved
a single start is
uttered, and i

think
of you

Inverno

Photo taken by Wind
Happy Birthday, my friend.
Wind.


se no encontro do inverno
na saturação conhecida
morra o desespero
no escuro do silêncio
no tremor das tuas mãos
no descuido do meu peito
uma alma vencida
um coração apertado
lágrimas unidas
achadas por ti...

Susana Pestana