[Therefore I take opium. It is a medicine.]
[I am a convalescent of the Moment.]
[I live in the groundfloor of Thought]
[and seeing life goes by grows me tedious.]
Opium, desire or will?
Inspiration bound from an elegant seed
Subversion, through smoke I foresee
Erotic motions of lesser gods in ectasy
Opium, bring me forth another dream
Spawn worlds of flesh and red,
little jewels of atrocity
Opium, I sleep in debauchery
And burn with you
when you burn in Me
Opium, we fantasize
as we fuse with your root
You are a strange flower,
we are your strangest fruit
Opium, it burns in me and you
Opium, it burns for me and for you
Por isso eu tomo 昿io. ?um rem閐io.
Sou um convalescente do Momento.
Moro no r閟 do ch鉶 do Pensamento
E ver passar a vida faz-me t閐io.
[Fernando Pessoa/Alvaro Campos: Opi卹io] |
