2026-06-19 R. X.
19/06/2026
18/06/2026
CON(MEN)FIDENCE
There is Good and Evil; there is Life and Death; there is Hope and Despair; and there is Man and Men!
2026-06-19 R. Man
PILGRIM SONG(S)
(1)
the brand new world,
above heaven but so close to hell,
lays ahead, in the future,
for this are uncharted territories
the Mayflower is no more
but powerful rockets and, still,
fragile spaceships compete for
the pole-position and for domination;
history repeats itself, I wonder
there will be not wig-wams,
and I doubt any Convenant,
but hard-core possession
in between tit-for-tat threats;
the usual singalong choir,
mostly out of any melodic tune
(thou shall not quarrel, anymore/again)
(2)
the traffic of space rockets
overwhelms the FM waves of my old radio
and I can’t listen to music anymore;
they promised me, as soon as possible,
there will be traffic lights to regulate
the current mayhem;
not to obfuscate it
(3)
a humongous space-jam brought
to an halt
all of the joyride in the inter-planetary
itinerary
(4)
contradicting all the good sense,
the colonies of the far-space are engaged in dialogue,
though analog,
on the brinkmanship of theirs’ (pursuit of) infinity
(5)
an unexpected visitor,
a very rich one,
collapsed, shortly,
after a take-over:
he took over
(6)
the space-ambulance service,
unfortunately,
does not exist,
yet
(7)
and the space-hospitals are,
for a lack of (a) better wording,
experiencing a lack of gravity
WHEN WE FLEW TOGETHER
The soaked streets of our hometown, lit by the fading light of another sunset, reminds me of the days we loved each other without rules nor boundaries.
2026-06-16 R. Man
ADORNOS E CHIQUES
A bola, tal como o planeta, é, agora, mais redonda do que já foi. Talvez por isso, mais bem paga. Incluindo a vaidade moderna que não se compadece com trocos, só trocadilhos. Mi camiseta es trocada!
2026-06-16 R. Xavier
DORES E CORES
Nos dias rápidos do hoje rapidíssimo, temos anomalias apressadas que se deslocam para todo o lado mas nunca chegando ao seu destino: afinal, a rapidez é inimiga da perfeição.
Mas causam mossa, sem pressa!
2026-06-16 R. Xavier
LITTLE DANCER
Harvesting pains all day long at the only pain-farm in town is a dream job many would dream of. And pay for too.
The process to do it well is, actually, quit plain and boring: cut it close to the ground and put it in a basket that, when full, will be transported to the in house-factory. It will be packaged into a slick and attractive pack and sold, worldwide, for a premium.
The profits are immense and the demand never fades. Never did.
And the stupid thing about it is that it grows spontaneously: no seeds needed, neither tendering nor watering. It’s a miracle, a man made miracle!
2026-06-15 R. Man
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