Oasis

Em meio as palavras
e pontos, encontro
refúgio, alívio e
comforto
dos refugos do mundo,
dos escravos dos pensamentos,
dos carapatos da vida,
sangue-sugas de carne
que me deixam num estado
peçonhento, sonâmbulo
inerente a vontade
de continuar.

In the kitchen he saw a cockroach, a little itsy bitsy spider and ants. Amazed with the wide diversity of his kitchens zoo, he wondered “Why don’t they kill each other?” He took yesterdays newspaper and killed them all with the exception of some ants that ran away. Crushed the cockroach with his foot and battered the spider ‘til death. He, then, sat down calmly and took quietly his mug of hot, fresh coffee and read the news from yesterday, again, as he did not receive today’s paper yet.