06-04-2013, 05:28 PM
I'm in a wine-dark mood
(but I like wine )
(Blues, slightly funkified)
Let's just pretend we never met
before
and never will again
and it gets even better:
we do not even know
that we exist.
Existence is a fleeting bird
just as much as love is, too.
And so I sit
um pouco sozinho,
a little lonesome,
getting tenderly drunk on:
[youtube]Cs2-nETnp7k&[/youtube]
Os meus pais nas minhas costas
As raizes na marquise
Eu tenho mais de vinte muros
O sangue jorra pelos furos
Pelas veias de um jornal
Eu não te quero, eu te quero mal *
drunk on the lyrics
of a Brazilian Blues.
Just as much as love is
just as well
a colibri, a butterfly
swinging on the waves
of sadly hungover days
of waste and wine and
self-inflicted pain.
Just as much as it is true
that the poet inside of my heart
appreciates sailin, drowing and swimming through
- quote Homer -
o oinops pontos,
the wine(-dark) sea
gliding happily
happy with William Butterflyin high Yay!
Tsk tsk!
To Byzantion as if
I had my
- oh so ever unexpectedly and very surprisingly -
second (of) cuming.
Fits me awfully perfectly well anyway
cuz
I urgently need a
sabbatical
from my heterosexual
fooleries anyway
and wanted to
read Gemistos Plethon kai Marsilio Ficino
for such a long time.
Γεώργιος Γεμιστός ή Πλήθων**
Because he brought (Neo-) Platonism *** back into
the philosophical play
of Renaissance Europe
and
Il Signore M. Ficino
jumped on Plethon's shoulders
considering the latter a giant
to boost his opere filosofiche.
* 20 anos Blues letra
** http://www.rassias.gr/SPARTA33.html
*** http://ellas2.wordpress.com/2011/01/25/%...%BF%CF%85/
****http://www.ficino.it
(but I like wine )
(Blues, slightly funkified)
Let's just pretend we never met
before
and never will again
and it gets even better:
we do not even know
that we exist.
Existence is a fleeting bird
just as much as love is, too.
And so I sit
um pouco sozinho,
a little lonesome,
getting tenderly drunk on:
[youtube]Cs2-nETnp7k&[/youtube]
Os meus pais nas minhas costas
As raizes na marquise
Eu tenho mais de vinte muros
O sangue jorra pelos furos
Pelas veias de um jornal
Eu não te quero, eu te quero mal *
drunk on the lyrics
of a Brazilian Blues.
Just as much as love is
just as well
a colibri, a butterfly
swinging on the waves
of sadly hungover days
of waste and wine and
self-inflicted pain.
Just as much as it is true
that the poet inside of my heart
appreciates sailin, drowing and swimming through
- quote Homer -
o oinops pontos,
the wine(-dark) sea
gliding happily
happy with William Butterflyin high Yay!
Tsk tsk!
To Byzantion as if
I had my
- oh so ever unexpectedly and very surprisingly -
second (of) cuming.
Fits me awfully perfectly well anyway
cuz
I urgently need a
sabbatical
from my heterosexual
fooleries anyway
and wanted to
read Gemistos Plethon kai Marsilio Ficino
for such a long time.
Γεώργιος Γεμιστός ή Πλήθων**
Because he brought (Neo-) Platonism *** back into
the philosophical play
of Renaissance Europe
and
Il Signore M. Ficino
jumped on Plethon's shoulders
considering the latter a giant
to boost his opere filosofiche.
* 20 anos Blues letra
** http://www.rassias.gr/SPARTA33.html
*** http://ellas2.wordpress.com/2011/01/25/%...%BF%CF%85/
****http://www.ficino.it