I knew that we could talk about it
degente:

(Das confusões do mundo)
Se vejo meus irmãos enfurecidos em hálito amargo de sangue nos olhos  sob galhos retorcidos não sei se calo se danço se grito
Pois, confuso eu, em meio a gigantes e gigantes e Gigantes a despertar (tateando cegos em busca de um pomar) lembro de sonhos passados passando por entre carros virados assustado com a calma minha daquela gente viva que - porque viva! - esqueceu-se que o tempo não parou sob a lua a girar e que viva gente morre de fome sobre o mundo a revirar (a todo instante ri e sofre com o pão dando de faltar) e nada disso parou e parou e não vai parar
E que - de boa, pra mim já deu: agora é olhar pro-lado e surpreso em tocar a mão do Outro, do inimigo, do marginal, do isolado que ao-lado, sim, caminha e é só gente viva que, provavelmente, gosta de laranjas.
(“E se não gosta, não tem problema” falo baixo a outro ouvido amigo que me ouve reclamar dessas coisas que nem sei.)

degente:

(Das confusões do mundo)

Se vejo meus irmãos
enfurecidos em hálito amargo
de sangue nos olhos
sob galhos retorcidos
não sei se calo
se danço
se grito

Pois, confuso eu,
em meio a gigantes e gigantes
e Gigantes a despertar
(tateando cegos em
busca de um pomar)
lembro de sonhos passados
passando por entre carros virados
assustado com a calma minha
daquela gente viva
que - porque viva! -
esqueceu-se que o tempo
não parou sob a lua a girar
e que viva gente morre de fome
sobre o mundo a revirar
(a todo instante ri e sofre
com o pão dando de faltar)
e nada disso parou e parou
e não vai parar

E que - de boa,
pra mim já deu:
agora é olhar pro-lado
e surpreso em tocar a mão
do Outro, do inimigo,
do marginal, do isolado
que ao-lado, sim, caminha
e é só gente viva
que, provavelmente,
gosta de laranjas.

(“E se não gosta, não tem problema”
falo baixo a outro ouvido amigo
que me ouve reclamar dessas
coisas que nem sei.)

Mast, departure of a titan

It was the wind stroking her hair,
Striking my chest and heart,

Setting sail on those tears,
Salt and cold is the hair of my love.

It was the blue immersing our eyes
Sweeping their regret and laments,
Shaking the deck beneath our feet,
Slippery and wet are the lips of my love.

It was the thunder, it was the rain
The state of his soul in this bottle
The spilled rum on the rotten wood
Sweet and strong in kiss of my love.

It was the calm, clear  sky on my head
Surrounding every sailing ship
Securing every lost hope
My love has the broadest embrace.

Only when we all depart on ports
Taking feathers, boats and letters
Wishing for stars and treasures
Never would we feel away from our love.

I was waiting on a moment
But the moment never came
All the billion other moments
We’re just slipping all away
I must have been tripping
Just ego tripping

I was wanting you to love me
But your love never came
All the other love around me
Was just wasting all away
I must have been tripping
Just ego tripping

I was wanting on a moment
But the moment never came
But the moment never came

Marooned

Cages ripples trough this night air
The lones ships that sail in this wind
They bring us forth, they bring us down
To the beach where you sleep and I wake

Aaah, the albatross sings the perpetual echoes
In all of the chains that ties the stars to the sky
That holds the sea in the black ice of our eyes
To the shore where you long and I pray

And the winter grows in the tips of the waves
Fire burns from the deepths of the sand
And my cage shakes and wavers and breakes
To the night where you come and I stay

ashwara:

I want to work on Late Blooming, but I can’t find my paper.  So doodles in drawr it is.

ashwara:

I want to work on Late Blooming, but I can’t find my paper.  So doodles in drawr it is.

PLAYA PIN, DAWG. Gotta stop using this impressionist stuff, it’s addicting. The World Ends With You fanart, you can’t imagine how hard it was to make this circle, you seriously can’t.

Omg, HappleTea is awesome, and so are my almost non-existent impressionist skills. Just wish I could put sunglasses on him and make him look like a rock star, though.

Omg, HappleTea is awesome, and so are my almost non-existent impressionist skills. Just wish I could put sunglasses on him and make him look like a rock star, though.

ashwara:

pauflip:

Crazy Camera Give Away!
Giving away new cameras seems to be really popular on tumblr.  So let’s try it with this charming 1960s Meikai toy camera from Japan.
It has a stunning “Tougodo New MK Lens” (yes, it is named after Admiral Tōgō Heihachirō) - and a, um , uh “Meisupii Instant Shutter”.  It’s mostly made of tin and looks really cool and takes 35mm film.  Yeah it’s seen better days, but it’s cool and its free.
In order to get a chance to win this camera all you have to do is reblog this post.  I’ll use the random number generator on my calculator to select a winner.
But I ask from you two favors. 1: Please live in the U.S.A. 2: Take a look at my comics here: http://www.mangamagazine.net/manga/21 and here: http://fixitmag.bigcartel.com/product/f-x-t-issue-02-special-preorder-bonus
If you edit out the links you won’t get the camera.  You give a little, you get a little. 
ANYWAY - who wants this quaint little Japanese camera? Let’s give this a month shall we?  Only reblogs from before July 21st count.  Thanks!

Powflip’s comics are cool anyways, go read them

ashwara:

pauflip:

Crazy Camera Give Away!

Giving away new cameras seems to be really popular on tumblr.  So let’s try it with this charming 1960s Meikai toy camera from Japan.

It has a stunning “Tougodo New MK Lens” (yes, it is named after Admiral Tōgō Heihachirō) - and a, um , uh “Meisupii Instant Shutter”.  It’s mostly made of tin and looks really cool and takes 35mm film.  Yeah it’s seen better days, but it’s cool and its free.

In order to get a chance to win this camera all you have to do is reblog this post.  I’ll use the random number generator on my calculator to select a winner.

But I ask from you two favors. 1: Please live in the U.S.A. 2: Take a look at my comics here: http://www.mangamagazine.net/manga/21 and here: http://fixitmag.bigcartel.com/product/f-x-t-issue-02-special-preorder-bonus

If you edit out the links you won’t get the camera.  You give a little, you get a little. 

ANYWAY - who wants this quaint little Japanese camera? Let’s give this a month shall we?  Only reblogs from before July 21st count.  Thanks!

Powflip’s comics are cool anyways, go read them

Inverno

Invadir a neve seca da noite
Por entre tantas camadas pesadas
De estalar as juntas da geada
A descida da trilha por luminárias.

Pela batida constante do solado,
Faz o chão rolar, rodar pra trás,
Esfria, queima, congela, esquenta,
Entre o vento e o chão.

Roubam o negro das nuvens,
Os entrelaçados dedos pálidos
Se estendem pelo fino vapor
De olheiras e calos fadigados.

No calor de tanto gelo
Frios de tanta realidade
Da água nesses olhos
O duro ar rasante.

A Costa

As incontáveis nuvens
Sobem e nunca caem
Tamanha a maré
Cresce e nunca transborda
Das areias grandes e distantes
Tantas e tão minúsculas

Querem todos serem levados
Na garupa do Vento
Para além do Porto
Sumir na queda do Mundo
E quem sabe esquecerem as dores
De serem tantos em uma praia.