Um Poeta em seu 24o. Aniversário

Konstantinos Petrou Kavafis (poeta grego, 1863 – 1933)

Trabalha agora, cérebro, tão bem quanto puderes.
Uma paixão unilateral o está destruindo.
Ele está numa situação enlouquecedora.
Beija a cada dia a face que adora,
Suas mãos estão naqueles membros primorosos.
Jamais amou antes com esse grau de paixão.
Mas a bela satisfação do amor 
Estã faltando, está faltando a satisfação
Que devem ambos desejar com a mesma intensidade.

(Não são ambos dominados pela forma anormal do prazer dos sentidos; somente ele é totalmente possuído por ela.)

E assim ele está se desgastando, todo nervoso. 
Então - para piorar as coisas - está sem emprego.
De algum jeito consegue tomar emprestado
Um pouco aqui e acolá (por vezes
Quase mendigando por isso) e apenas sobrevive.
Beija aqueles lábios adorados, excita-se
com aquele corpo primoroso - embora agora sinta
Que ele só tolera. E então
Ele fuma e bebe, bebe e fuma;
E arrasta-se aos cafés o dia todo,
Arrasta o aborrecimento a consumir sua beleza.
Trabalha agora, cérebro, tão bem quanto puderes.

Um Poeta em seu 24o. Aniversário

Lil Tecca - REPEAT IT feat. Gunna

WE ARE NOT THE SAME

Slicer - Single

Slicer

thought too much about the hustle but my brain was not the muscle

I should have been lifting bars and getting my beat up on the struggle

made poor choices ever higher I flew

but I was crashing down to earth because my senses were screwed

then I sat in cold judgment as I was passing through nothing

a prisoner of the shadows I was constructing

convinced that I was moral as I cast my nets

stoking flames of hatred with … arguments

I may have been right, who cares?

its not what you say

and there’s nothing more seductive than a reason to quit

all just gets so twisted when you think you’re out of it

and the problems we make are the ones we refuse to fix

if we hadn’t wasted life upon what could we have lit?

still chasing old illusions when we know what it is

when we refuse to fess up to ourselves the problem’s clear

as a heartbeat stopped by diamond gear

so master your self or be a slave to what appears

soon we’ll all be dead - don’t you want to cut it here?

are you high and dry cause you hide from your drive

did you never want to give yourself a reason for life?

well I’m taking mine and I’m still doing my time

but I’m loving it now and I’m forcing it to rhyme

I desire to inspire you to forge your mind

fashion your reason until you die

for dark is the night of the soul you will find

if death approaches where your candle never shined

Atonement

Don’t inhale aerosols this summer ❄️❄️

Aerosol

Bleed

Bleed (Amen Heavenly Father)

Fersiwn o gân Bara Menyn oddi ar yr EP 'Rhagor o'r Bara Menyn' o 1969.

Alaw a geiriau: Geraint Jarman/Heather Jones, Hawlfraint: Cyhoeddiadau Sain

Yr Wylan (gyda Casi Wyn)

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