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 Covenant,

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 dialogues,

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. E, talvez por isso, mais bem paga. Incluindo as vaidades modernas 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 is close to the ground and put is 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.

But 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

COM EÇA

 ...e assim damos por terminado o período homo sapiens, iniciando-se o período da máquina com ciente, com uma simpatia do caraças graças a com ciência; esperemos que não nos com ciúme.

Prevê-se que seja o período mais longo a vingar no planeta, muito para além do humano. E até da Terra, porventura.

 

2026-06-7 R. Xavier