05 Outubro 06

A dark quandary of many questions and very few answers.
Feeing images cross my mind ain a rapid succession of faces, moods, emotions and dispositions.
There are garments in this rugged ground and an albatross singing in the background.
The familiar demons of my mind taunt me with their sweet lying tongues, speaking smoothly of feats of great glory and appraisal.
I try to make them go away with a shake of the head and the vibrant tunes of the pilgrim’s song, to no avail.. They make themselves even more present and persistent and star singing louder than my tunes.
I shut up, listen and think of blue flamingos and drunken tortoises in heath.
All will be well when the morning comes… I hope.