I don't think about you anymore but I don't think about you anyless

como é difícil
para alguns
envolver-se sem deixar
no outro
um pedaço de si
que falta.

antes tempestuoso
o momento em que se fez
o coração abrir
para estranhos
e entranhos sentimentalismos.

it strikes me again
and again
and again
for no more
exist.

10 things I'd love to do right now

Whatever I could see

My hands are shaking

but my heart is frozen. 

My eyes are broken.

So is my life.

If you try hard it's worthless

Isn't it worse enough to try
not to think about you
all the time?

I can bare imagine myself
and all that stubborn mediocre life
clearly.

I felt like crying but nothing came out. It was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can’t feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows it now and then. But I think I have known it pretty often, too often.

(Charles Bukowski)