contos de uma cidade… [info]

O som do silêncio… às vezes ensurdece-nos.
Ruas sem pessoas dentro. Os fantasmas que as povoam no silêncio das casas abandonadas. O número nove. A chuva. O inverno. Fernando Pessoa. O livro do desassosego. Aleister Crowley. O número 93. Current 93. Coil. Masahisa Fukase. Corvos. A solidão dos corvos. Eikoh Hosoe. O elogio da sombra. A solidão. Pânico. Claustrofobia. Agorafobia. Gritos na noite. Tristeza. Kent Williams. Joy Division. Swans. Batman. Tell me dark. Yoshitaka Amano. The Dream hunters. As asas do desejo. Nick Cave. The Birthday party. Sonic Youth. Diamanda Galas. Lydia Lunch. David Lynch. David Cronenberg. A solidão das multidões…

Tenderness of wolfes

Was all in vain, or did you cry?
No need to ask; my tears have run dry
This is the end of my pity
I wait to die

You now the living, me now the dead
You now the living, me now the dead

To prove that you loved me
Mere words could not have said
Biting into skin, into flesh, into me
Taking all you could
Oh, I’d still give you blood
Just to paint your lips
If you should wish them red
My desires your kiss completed
But only now I can see
The vicious joy when you took delight
Behind each kiss your poison bite
And when my all was given
And you had taken
O doglike Judas, you did disappear

Was all in vain, or did you cry?
No need to ask

You now the living, me now the dead
You now the living, me now the dead

Coil

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