The Visible Invisible

 It resists through the mystery of the silence 
A love that is always present but invisible
The personality traits come from the brain,
from the heart and from the gut
My asthma of emotions
and verbarrhage of voids

If there weren't other people
I wouldn't know that I'm brown
I wouldn't know that I'm alone

Sick of Virus

 How hard it is to realize that now when I see the word "propagation" my top-of-the-mind word is "virus" and not Love or something else more on the good side.

Who would have guessed that my whole life would be ruined by virus: first starting from the age sixteen (in 1998, the world expo year that was in Lisbon and I could only go to the last day) with catching that stupid teen virus and suffering body damage till today and now in 2020 (the year I was supposed to get well just enough to travel by plane again and visit Italy) with this stupid covid19 everywhere. 

I know I shed away feelings of anger and hatred, but sometimes I really can't help but retrocede again for an instant and really hate this freaking virus. ...........................

Just a shell

 I'm just a brittle shell now, nothing more. 

The clock sets the hour... or not...

 The clock stops existing at the good moments

It only marks the hour of our birth and our death

Which are always moments of excruciating pain for people.

Thank U - Alanis Morissette

How 'bout getting off of these antibiotics?
How 'bout stopping eating when I'm full up?
How 'bout them transparent dangling carrots?
How 'bout that ever elusive kudo?

Thank you India
Thank you terror
Thank you disillusionment
Thank you frailty
Thank you consequence
Thank you thank you silence

How 'bout me not blaming you for everything?
How 'bout me enjoying the moment for once?
How 'bout how good it feels to finally forgive you?
How 'bout grieving it all one at a time?

Thank you India
Thank you terror
Thank you disillusionment
Thank you frailty
Thank you consequence
Thank you thank you silence

The moment I let go of it was the moment
I got more than I could handle
The moment I jumped off of it
Was the moment I touched down

How 'bout no longer being masochistic?
How 'bout remembering your divinity?
How 'bout unabashedly bawling your eyes out?
How 'bout not equating death with stopping?

Thank you India
Thank you providence
Thank you disillusionment
Thank you nothingness
Thank you clarity
Thank you, thank you silence

Yeah, yeah
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: Glen Ballard / Alanis Morissette

Thank U lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

 Both dancers in the dark, like dented souls that had never seen each other become one at the first glimpse;

Those words like a homeopathic drug, every day, a little bit of the old stinky venom, from the womb to the tomb;

That bell like a ticking bomb on the brain for whom it tolls;

The hell like Dante's inferno, no fire nor water, just nothing rolls.

 Al - Does orange think that it's brighter than gray?
Jo - Yes, he wrongfully does.
Al - Will it ever think otherwise?
Jo - Not likely, because it only knows the existence of itself.

Shipwreck

 Every pore leaks; the subcutaneous bleeds tell off the decades of the obvious abusing slavery; it's from the ship's womb throughout the galley till the shipwreck; no life emerges, you can only see the rays of light crossing the water to the darkness deep as the bodies sink in slow motion like jelly fish giving up swimming.

  You're the memory of warm rain sprinkling my face when I'm swimming in the ocean and the day is hot and everything is faraway. You're the hard sun, high on top of the mountain, bathing the hills and making all animals search for shade. You're the blank wall at which I stare and see myriads of mysteries.

  Remembering all people, with what may seem ridiculous associations, are just frequent triggers of their layers: through songs, their collections, hobbies, studies, works, illnesses, obsessions, jobs, the smell of a soap and the scent of a perfume; the foods, the objects and the people they like. But only the children for their hearts.