snapshots: a week in New York

Monday, Oct. 11, 2007

Murder

The man was in a very bad mood and just didn’t like the expression on her face. He pulled the trigger with such resentment that, for a second, it was hard to blame him.

Tuesday, Oct. 12, 2007

On the subway

Are you french?
No.
Where are you from?
Brazil.
You’re very cute.
Thank you.
Is my hair doing something funny?
(pause)
I wish I had freckles.

Wednesday, Oct. 13, 2007

Penny

A man in a hat bent down to pick up a penny, a penny that one day belonged in someone else’s pocket. He had never believed in lucky pennies, but maybe he was desperate that morning.

Thursday, Oct. 14, 2007

A date

She walked into the café.
He noticed her, but prentended not to.
She ordered a cold drink.
He stood up and moved towards her, but -
She picked up her drink and turned to leave.
He let her.

Friday, Oct. 15, 2007

Goodbye

The couple shared a quick hug because they thought they would see each other again soon.

Saturday, Oct 16, 2007

Another stop for coffee

A young man sat down to eat a cupcake.
It took him five minutes to pick one.
He got pink frosting on his nose and tie.

Sunday, Oct 17, 2007

Tea for one

A girl ordered tea
Maybe peppermint
And poured five whole packets of sugar into her cup.
Some people make life sweet.

carta de amor ou breve despedida

por volta das 23hrs precisei de um café. dexei a xícara na cabeceira e adormeci com cheiro de expresso. quem sabe sonhos em vez de oxigênio? acordei e as paredes ainda estão de pé. me pergunto se quando eu for embora nossas paredes vão sobreviver. as paredes sempre sobram mesmo entre ruínas e apesar dos buracos sempre existem paredes em todo lugar. mas será que elas - essas minhas - ficam de pé sem você?

saudades,

b.

romance n.2

juntos sentamos
num lugar alto talvez
no teto de alguma coisa
coberto de flores e
talvez alguns dentes
- porque afinal,
as coisas se perdem -
você me aperta feito um tostex
e enquanto você olha
lá pra baixo e pensa
ainda dá tempo de morrer
eu conto uma história
pra dar um jeito na
solidão

throw off your brows
and touch the insides
of my eye sockets
pocket your thoughts
and put me up
on a rooftop
covered with flowers
and maybe a few bones
because things die everywhere -
while you play the gutbucket
I'll look down there
at all those things there
that haven't died yet
but will

pillborn sorrows: romance