GAZA

To be or not?

2026-06-20 R. Man

ALA CARTE

Nós, os homens, quando nos sentamos à mesa do repasto dominical ficamos, de repente, incapacitados, e as mulheres, como sempre, têm de servir-nos. E, depois, deixar tudo em pratos limpos.

ÀS LOAS, CONTRA OS…

Se no país houvesse mais Lisboas, só haveria atraso(s) na(s) Portela(s)!

2026-06-19 R. X.

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