Bruno Pierri Galvao

They told me I could be anyone

They made a point of it

I died that night

And they resurrected me

I was several people that night

But I awoke myself

And here I am anew

I know. Let me tell you. Good energy attracts like.

So I throw some good energy into the air and bless it with happy thoughts

hope its travels far

reaches many and inspires everyone

They talked to me yesterday

I don’t know why they want to tell me such things

they are evil; I acknowledge

see. people are good hearted inside, in the beginning

corrupt by greedy visions they die; visions are quite powerful remaining with us

spreading goodness through the effervescent gaseous thought steaming with work is our duty

I thought it was only the scent that opened doors

the tenderness, the love, hidden in little gifts

not wrapped but tied with green ribbons found in the corner markets of Andarai, Rio de Janeiro

People walking traversing turning running creating jogging talking cursing

these are walking people; tall, big footed, leaned back

here they come, make way, they know what they are doing.

A blossom of pleasure seizing your sense  lurking in the warmness of your cool heart

green as life beautiful like the frog

vapors free menthol in all

music is no more the language of the sweet love you have been  talking to for so long

divinity is so naked and see through; we strike it with greedy pleasure

imagine the commotion when one has fallen for life and life has given you breath

and i walk

Ceiling fan changes speed

the sun is now orange

Glimpses of silhouettes on the lamp

history flies by

And they tell me nothing

its always like that, i know not why to insist

hasn’t insisting worked from the dawn of mankind?

to lose to cry to bleed to live

that is how you free yourself

The eighteen year old boy who unknowingly sold his soul to a picasso

find myself stuck

theres a thin layer of goop vertically

i stretch both ways horizontally

one way are cars, diagonals, massiveness, crunching numbers showing the small reality that succeeds on the other side

the other way is serenity, for some

the world turns over on the other side, the blanket is revealed, and yes we can not comprehend some can sustain but its a burden that will bear interest compounding

I don’t like to talk about this

the moments when i weaken

i am joy happy as can be

flying high with amazing things

i paint the sky with the colors of the flag; beautiful

Oh the smell and the wonders

its hard to admit but i am not always the prince that you dream to see

in the clouds billow

i slow down, i lose the speed, die into reality; drop

so pitiful so missing so gone

no, i am you