Pagan Poetry.

E é tentando fugir dos clichês que a gente se depara 'de cara' com os mesmos.

Confuso. Denso.
Mas de uma bela poética.

This time
I'm gonna keep it into myself
(or maybe not anymore)

E acabo utilizando 'aquelas palavras' com as outras pessoas e em outros tempos.

...

Pedalling through
The dark currents
I find
An accurate copy
A blueprint
Of the pleasure
In me

Swirling black lilies totally ripe
A secret code carved
Swirling black lilies totally ripe
A secret code carved

He offers
A handshake
Crooked
Five fingers
They form a pattern
Yet to be matched

Morsecoding signals (signals)
They pulsate (wake me up) and wake me up
(pulsate) from my hibernating

On the surface simplicity
Swirling black lilies totally ripe
But the darkest pit in me
It's pagan poetry
Swirling black lilies totally ripe
Pagan poetry