power pose

there is a a violin

in my dreams,

striking distances

in deserted landscapes;

a verse, a sting;

something beyond forgiveness.

there is a new philosophy,

these days,

of posing and hoping;

through yoga asanas

and power poses

and penciled smiles

we are - we become

happy and fulfilled.

there is a saying

(or, rather, there isn’t)

about the length of the body being

the measure of one’s desire

(and desire as long as the sound of one’s wings);

and all that is subsumed 

under a very new philosophy

by which we should strike poses,

ever new poses,

and hope.

x-posts

se os x-files podem ser reabertos ao fim de treze anos, eu também posso reabrir o blogue ao fim de quatro. não para perseguir objectos voadores não identificados mas, enfim, aspirando a coisas igualmente misteriosas e bonitas!

[e desta feita em directo de londres... com língua oficial ainda a designar.]