REBEL – CHAPTER V – DEATH – ENGLISH - RAFAEL LUDICANTI
1.
Can't live anymore
for afterlife.
I can either unravel
my destiny
by confronting it
or letting it happen.
I want to be someone without fear.
Someone who is not
afraid of his own personality.
2.
That monumental love
born of desire
led her to
new sensations
and feelings
Sensations
hitherto unknown
even by legends
of passion.
3.
I believe in shooting stars
and in the charm of
prostitutes.
Without giving too much
reason
to the facts,
certain things are
finished without
an end.
4.
She couldn't even
want no more
dispute or
even fulfill
with her sense
of duty.
The Power of a Passion
at the same time
corresponded
and forbidden can
take all the
universe to ruin.
5.
If I could
find people
for this time
do better.
Furthermore
a little less.
With a glued face
on the asphalt
contemplating
the size of a bus.
6.
She stopped feeding
because the passion
was making her
vomit in pain.
The world,
interposing itself
with fate,
collectively loses its sense.
7.
My lung is a power
plant of joy but my brain
doesn't take
joy seriously.
Where did the tradition
of not talking about
misunderstandings
come from so we
don't have to talk about it?
8.
Even her own
beauty
hurt her.
She saw no more
sense otherwise
refuse not to suffer
on account of
human stupidity
in matters of love.
9.
The superego is a denial from
the beginning of being,
when we are
a way of life
mostly interested
in perpetual.
But that
only the unconscious achieves.
10.
What she didn't
seem to understand
was that an order
from her was enough
for the whole world
to accept withdraw from board.
11.
Images accompanying
thoughts,
urgent experiences,
lust,
evil,
brainstorming
of murdered
generations
of standard bearers.
All as beautiful as the face
of death
starring between
the lines
of a fiction
of imperfect characters.
12.
Perhaps the only
thing greater
than the passion
she felt
was the love
she felt for
feeling that passion.
Patience is
the opposite
of wisdom.
13.
Desire to accelerate the car on the road
like a teenage dream
lived in a crescent of melodies.
Translucent eyes
shine like
poison vials.
Feverish pulsations of blood
and the rebirth of a flower
surround
a pearl of soot
where my destiny is written.
14.
She wanted to be
treated the way she felt,
alive,
loved,
in love,
superior to the immortal gods
by the simple fact
of being a woman.
15.
Yes, I'm an idiot,
and you are right
about yourselves.
Of the things I don't know
I won't even know
of details omitted
in the pouring of
each new year
whatever I try to hate
and so I love.
16.
The spirituality of love
is an outrageous concept
to anyone who feels in love.
The true nature of love
is in the materiality
of passion.
17.
At first
it was just a thing
on saturdays
but then
there were only saturdays
on the calendar
and all was nothing more
than what i had
already done.
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