TIGER - CHAPTER IV – UNDERGROUND – RAFAEL LUDICANTI

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TIGER - CHAPTER IV – UNDERGROUND – RAFAEL LUDICANTI

 

1.

 

I retraced the undone

memory path.

I realized that

it was your heart that was beating.

Your uncertainty

about survival

was greater

than my

youth.

You are not free.

You are freedom.

 

2.

 

The beggar silenced us

with his elegance.

Hungry,

only he knew how

to ignore us.

The jacket

overwhelmed by

the ordeal

of freedom

and the whiskey bottle

full of cachaça

shattered

the stupidity

of New Year's Eve.

 

3.

 

The glorious defeat

of justice

has indexed us

to the marble index

of contemporary civilization

strangling the elite

in the slums of

prostitutes and

lawyers.

 

4.

 

She fed her innocence

with her libido.

There was an abyss

over our heads.

I fell asleep

on the blade

because the

powder stuffed pillows

were missing

the pillow

case.

 

5.

 

Without imagining what

we would do

when it was our turn

and now

our turn

has come.

I'm sorry if

imagination doesn't

create context

but now that

everything has become real

tell me:

who are you?

 

6.

 

Inspiration did not

intervene

in the catatonic mentality

contained in

the exchange of

obstacles that our

life has become.

Starting over was

a premature

ending.

 

7.

 

I miss my friends

I miss so

many things.

Everything.

The solemnity.

The spontaneous joy.

The relief of knowing

I was not alone.

 

8.

 

The story of my passions

is bigger than

my story.

I'm as sad

as a love song

as silent as the

explosion of

a supernova

perpetuating

itself

in the void.

 

9.

 

The competition

brought her

back.

She arrived

with her ruined smile

and her devotion to

war

disguised

as childhood

in a smile that once had

the air of a relic.

 

10.

 

The colors of her heretical

body flames

could be seen

even with her eyelids

closed.

There was an

uncontrollable joy

in the air,

a scent of crackling

religion that made god irresistible.

 

11.

 

I tried to take a deep

breath but there

was a lot of

water in the

sea and the obsession

of thirst had

the languor of a rifle shot.

I was everything that

was missing from me.

 

12.

 

I'm the last purebred

romantic rebel.

Willing to die happy

for my beliefs

with tears

of longing

and a delicate

farewell

smile

on my lips.

 

13.

 

Slowly

I became aware

of the distractions

of my mind.

Trusting you

was an

inconvenience

even though you've

become so

unique.

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