suddenly nothing was you

whilst the night rejoices profound and still

sunflower

"from the tip of my tongue, to the drought in your heart"

I could not shift the shadow
or form sugar from your halos
(...)
So open up your mouth
and in your invisible church
under sun while cats purr
gorgeous dreams under dark nights
and tender rhymes under swallow flight
and lovely bird song sings


David Tibet 

note to self

[Um dia não terá a tua marca]