tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180138782011-04-21T12:39:51.587-07:00Éire, as one once called homeErnesto Soareshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14735804027873319133noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18013878.post-1140795753616675052006-02-24T07:33:00.000-08:002006-02-24T07:44:44.516-08:00at a folk song's rithm<br /><br />one struggles<br /><br />one fights<br /><br />but one doesn't find<br /><br />one's sole equilibrium<br /><br />and it's hard, once again<br /><br />achieving whatever one's soul sole meaning is<br /><br />having a clue of what the last shard of lucidity is<br /><br />and yes<br /><br />but no<br /><br />no lucid entity shall live it<br /><br />unless<br /><br />unless vertigo is lived<br /><br />unless one's fall is really felt as what it is<br /><br />and it's life, and it's meaning,<br /><br />it's porpose, though, is exactly that<br /><br />the twisted colorfull rainbow of emotions<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18013878-114079575361667505?l=novodandismo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ernesto Soareshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14735804027873319133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18013878.post-1129754412983948302005-10-19T13:21:00.000-07:002005-10-19T13:40:12.986-07:00a delight of a night, a daring day, a faithful rest, and a bottle of fine green Éire essence...<br /><br />and her eyes, so ethernal, so fucking empty,<br /><br />so full...<br /><br />of something, just, something, to good, to good<br /><br />so dark, so dark, those eyes...<br /><br />hers 're dark, for sure, 2 pieces of sorrowed dark stone<br /><br />and solid, and crystal-like their lock on mine is<br /><br />and it burns, yes it does,<br /><br />can't look away, just can't...<br /><br />and days pass, and time runs, till they come again<br /><br />everything stops, as always, everything becomes<br /><br />and she nods, and she waits, and she glimps another shard,<br /><br />another hopeless and careless beat of my heart...<br /><br />and 'tis dawn all over again,<br /><br />m' guitar in bed, m' heart hissed by flames<br /><br />m' soul no more<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18013878-112975441298394830?l=novodandismo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ernesto Soareshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14735804027873319133noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18013878.post-1129674534376485782005-10-18T15:25:00.000-07:002005-10-18T15:28:54.380-07:00Aqui me crio.<br /><br />Básicamente, criação, eh disso que se trata<br /><br />Criação, como em sexo, entre outros temas,<br /><br />Tambem trataremos de alcool, disco e afins, mas isso lá mais prá frente<br /><br />promento umas receitazinhas, umas cenas inventadas por mim e quem sabe, uns concelhos<br /><br />e eh isso...<br /><br /><br />Viva ah Guiness<br /><br />Viva todas as Vanessas<br /><br />Viva a beleza<br /><br />Viva o bourbon!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18013878-112967453437648578?l=novodandismo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ernesto Soareshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14735804027873319133noreply@blogger.com0