A PORNO AND A GREEN FLAME

once I was a porno
I wore all degusts
Humanity can hold.
With my rotted flesh
I did consumed
All body dancers
In my broken arms
I did carried
All soul breakers.
In this porno life
Of self-disasters
I wore all insanity
Life could have hold to me.
With my rotted thoughts
I did consume
My body dance
I did became
My own soul breaker.

"Am I a soft man, in the vapors of one soul that looks for her rest? Devils and Angels have battled in my chest for so many times that I sometimes feel as nothing resting…
Am I a fragile man, in the perfume of his child’s heartbeat that wonder for no more war but to drown in a bath of milk? Am I me, as I dream to be, a pure angel that finally overcame the duality of a human purgatory? Am I laying down, on a mellow carpet, facing a wooden fire that warm my watered bones ? Am I ?"

Once I’ve been a flame,
green of a soft glow.
I shown at night time
The lakes’ surface
And played with
My own reflection.
I was stargazer
Ant the puppets’ keeper.
Of my transparent hands
I caressed
The wounded cheeks
With the ointment
Of my own scars.
I hoped they could cure
Those broken soul
Those heartbroken.

"Am I a light, this green one floating above the dark water? Am I gentle enough so each of my touch can heal without being known doing so? Have my face the warm smile I refused for long that tells “I am ,early in peace” ? Does my hands draw angels’ breathes above the tree of one beloved’s leaf? Am I the soft dream of someone else that never hurt but warm? Am I pure enough to cancel forever and definitely the mean rustle of human’s temptations?"

Once I was a porno
And a green flame…