SILVA

I will arise and go now, and go to Inisfree,

And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:

Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,

And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,

Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;

There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow

And evening full of the linnet's wings.

I wil arise and go now, for always night and day

I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;

While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,

I hear it in the deep heart's core.

W. B. Yeats, Poemas

Tu, que te abandonaste ao gozo

sentindo a roçar no sexo

o húmido duma língua desejada

Tu, que fechaste os olhos em delírio

e afagaste os cabelos sedosos

dum ser que te deu prazer

Tu, que gemeste como louca

em noite trovoada

com travo orgiástico

Tu, que sentiste na goela

o frio da lâmina a cortar-te as veias

Tu, sim, tu

devias ter-te lembrado

antes de morrer

Os serial killers

também fazem

minete

´

Dick Hard,

De Boas Erecções Está o Inferno Cheio