Vitalina Varela

*and there to be there
still there pressed against my old plank
scabbed with black days and
nights blindly ground
to being there and to not fleeing and fleeing
and being there bent toward
the avowal of time dying
of having been what was does what it did
to me to my friend dead yesterday gleaming eye long teeth panting in his beard devouring
the life of saints a life by day of life
reliving in the night its black sins
dead yesterday while I lived
and to be there drinking above the storm
the guilt of time irremissible
gripping the old wood witness to departures witness to returns*

*and there to be there
still there pressed against my old plank
scabbed with black days and
nights blindly ground
to being there and to not fleeing and fleeing
and being there bent toward
the avowal of time dying
of having been what was does what it did
to me to my friend dead yesterday gleaming eye long teeth panting in his beard devouring
the life of saints a life by day of life
reliving in the night its black sins
dead yesterday while I lived
and to be there drinking above the storm
the guilt of time irremissible
gripping the old wood witness to departures witness to returns*

poetic (quiet) cinema

poetic (quiet) cinema

Não consegui aguentar até o final, uma hora dentro do filme e sai como se nada tivesse acontecido comigo, talvez uma experiencia que não consegui entender.

Não consegui aguentar até o final, uma hora dentro do filme e sai como se nada tivesse acontecido comigo, talvez uma experiencia que não consegui entender.

Probably what my brother experiences after a long Chick-fil-A shift.

Probably what my brother experiences after a long Chick-fil-A shift.

slow.

slow.