Étipo - Volume VII: Netzach - Juntos

Sob o cinzento incerto
Penumbramos em nós.
Olhares de bem-estar,
Risos de agradar...

Tudo está bem aqui,
Mascando, bebendo, comendo.
Ouvindo as músicas do momento,
Soprando OOOs para o vento.

Este nos move o cabelo,
Como as idéias nas nossas mentes
Fluindo de um em outro,
Como água num cano roto.

Partilhamos memórias diferentes,
Com térérés enrolados no pescoço.
Juntos, partilhamos este tempo...
Juntos... até ao osso.

Étipo - Volume VI: Fumo Mental - Perfectly Dead

It's perfect...
Because it's nothing.
There's no good, no bad,
No hate, no fear, no love...
No pain.
There's nothing that the living had:
There's no Sun to cut our eyes,
No night to blind us with dark,
There's no "because", and there's no "why?"'s...
No smiles, but there's no cries.
There's no time to run late,
No past to remember with hurt.
No future to dream, and fight for,
But there's nothing to lose...
Nor to fail with hate.
There's no birds, no trees, no skies,
But there's no wars, no violence, no death...
Because we're not living any more.
No body, no soul, no head:
Just perfectly...
Dead.

Étipo - Volume V: Nunca Estar Sem Sentir Amor - She's Always Here

From the dark I ascend,
With a face-cutting smile.
A smile in my face, a smile in my heart...
A smile that extends, for more than a mile.

I thought Her perfect,
I thought Her mine...
I found wrong and bad are rarity in Her.
And with my heart, She will always rime.

So few things are distorted with the past.
Some memories still drive on straight ahead...
Not the feelings that kept us in eath other's head,
But the feelings that drove us together to bed.

Although some things didn't change,
The difference is hard, hurtable.
But I'll be strong, cause I know She's with me...
I'll continue to linger on, in the dark, but I'll be able.

I'll be able to stand, able to fight,
Able to live, with Her love or not.
I'll smile with another face, love another heart,
But when I nightmared without Her, to die was what I thought.

I thought I was lost...
But I found Her...She was still here.
And I know that whatever happens,
For me, She'll always be there.

Étipo - Volume VI: Fumo Mental - Não Existe

Não, não existe.
Em cima estão apenas
Nuvens, astros, infinitos.
Porque tentam refutar a ciência...
Se esta ja refutou a religião?
Quem nos fez?
Não foi Ele.
Quem nos move?
Não é Ele.
A sorte que tivermos, é a sorte que nos coube.
O azar que tivermos, enfrentamo-lo sós.
Os sucessos que tivermos, atingimo-los nós.
E Deus é alguem de quem eu nunca soube.

Étipo - Volume VI: Fumo Mental - Aparição

Envolto de palavras, penumbro na minha mente.
Olho em volta, almas penosas de sono,
Pastando em campos de vago, vazio, inertes.
Sinto-me infísico perante intragáveis letras.
Esvazio-me de mim, escrevendo ideias pretas.
Uma chama me consome e me fecha os olhos...
Meu corpo se materializa em carvão.
Deixo de ser, deixo de aqui estar,
Um cinzeiro de brasas fica em meu lugar.
Mas não morro, persisto, vivo!
Pois algo dentro de mim arde...
Olho, labaredas por toda a parte,
Na minha seiva, núcleo, e coração.

Étipo - Volume V: Nunca Estar Sem Sentir Amor - Let's Go

We're supposed to be birds,
But not in a cage...
We can't just stick in a place,
Forever without seeing the world:
It's big!
Bigger than space, bigger than time,
Bigger than any poem could rime!

Let's go, get out and fly, be the blowing wind,
Together...
Let's take our hands, look each other's eyes,
With a smile in our lips, we'll go into the skies,
Free like a leaf, uncoursed by time.
Just go out... to where, do you know?
Everywhere, to freedom we'll bind.

Let's fly to the deepest bottom,
Of the deepest seas of life,
With fish, and clams, and floating blurs of cotton.
But not in our lifetime whole,
Could we peek in every ocean hole,
Could we look at every fish that swims,
And looks upon us in misterious symmetry.
Let's go, with an unwanted impulse,
Let's swim out the seas of liberty!

Let's go dry our water in the yellow beds of sun,
Feel the star shine each other, in our lightfull bodies of salt.
Together let's walk the sands, in a neverending nothing...
Find the beauty of the lack of life,
Wherever we find one,
And with a worshipping gaze,
Behold the splender of being, lost where no one else is,
In a white-filled big blank world of bright yellow loneliness...

Let's go drive through the green!
Through the unspoiled land of the wild livings.
Forever could we stay here watching the giraffes and the elephants,
And the groaming roar of the fuzzy lions, running free with their cubs...
Seeing the black and white striped zebras,
Drinking where the hippos do their swimmings.

Let's go out of this hot, into the cold,
Where the unfrozen penguins liquifly!
There is frozen beauty unexplored,
Down in the deep of the bottom of our little world.

But up up and away we go, to the birth of civilization,
Search for the lost treasures in the mountains of gold,
Under every rock, that for long has there stood!
Explore the lost cities, imagine how it was!
A trip to the past, learning with the ancient ones.
But although we look and seek for answers...
Our mind is filled with just products of our imagination.

Let's go now to the paradise of nature,
To the mother in its real form, sound, and smell!
We'll wander around in zig-zagged trails,
Underneath monkeys grizzling, squeeking, and waggling, hung by their tails...
A place where our look is harmonious with the about.
We see beauty in everything,Even the evil serpents, and monstrous spiders,
The unknown insects with seizurous fangs,
And the mammals that stare down upon us in doubt,
Or the birds that drill the trees with large bangs!

So much to see, so many places to be!
Our life lives in jail, no freedom to be free...
If only we could leave our bodies behind,
Be just our souls, our senses, our love, hate, and fears!
Free our minds from their malific destiny!
Be what we want, go where we want, do what we want!
That's how life should be...

We don't live, we dwell in time...
Suffer the needs of leaving this world,
Fearing the day we actually depart,
With no reason to feel that, for when it comes you won't even know...

Let's live together... forever...
Get out of here... forever...
Let's go...
Forever.

(escrito entre 07/05/2004 e 11/05/2004)

Étipo - Volume V: Nunca Estar Sem Sentir Amor - Caíste

Tu caíste...
Num buraco de branco profundo de sonhos,
comida.
No fundo bateste...
E te levantaste:
Como sair?
Só quando a luz do sol,
alta se sentir...
aquecida..

Étipo - Volume VI: Fumo Mental - Sonhar, Tentar, Não Desistir, Conseguir

Sonho...
Alto como os volumes de mar,
Para poder também...
Voar.

Subo...
Na minha mente uma escadaria de objectivos,
Para me tornar meus sonhos...
Imperativos.

Tento...
Viver o meu inconsciente.
Lanço-me aos sonhos...
Conscientemente.

Persisto...
Com a força da ideia de conseguir.
Nunca desisto de...
Insistir.

Consigo...
O irreal realiza-se finalmente,
Sinto-me feliz...
Orgulhosamente.

Sorrio...
Com o conseguir o que quis e tentei,
Me faz decidir que para sempre...
Sonharei.

Étipo - Volume V: Nunca Estar Sem Sentir Amor - Cafeh

Quem é que amanhã...
Vai tar com eu a tomar café?
Quem é, quem é?
Uma menina xatinha e linda...
Que canta com uma voz suave,
Como pele de um bebé!