http://slow.writerscafe.org/Prates The original writings of author Prates en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776037646 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Another poem about a lost love. Inspired this time by Marinetti and his Futurist Manifest http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Prates/694745/ A poem about a lost love. Inspired by Hans Christian Andersen, Camões e Fernando Pessoa, with a personal touch. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Prates/694737/ Whispers that engulf your ears Chills that bristle the hairs of the nape Everywhere, that is how you feel. You hear what is not real You think something will happen to you And paralise, waiting for what never happens. You feel the terror that comes by at night But you just see it from the corner of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Prates/666700/ I was born alone in the center of the universe. I am a black hole that absorbs and repels all existing clusters in the event horizon.       A myth that is nothing and everything. Knight, sailor and blind madness. Bereft of home, not physical, living in a house where I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Prates/644996/ Where to look, if there is nothing to look at? I do not see the objects. They deconstruct themselves before my eyes and I see its atomic composition that crosses me as the light beams that go beyond the physical compositions. I am a subject of light that goes beyond your sensations. I&rsqu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Prates/632667/ A script for my cinema class. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Prates/631875/ Traced yarns, tangled over each other.Undulating abstraction.The outline of the severed hand.Heartbeats.Radial vibrationsCrossed circlesBy phallic lines.From the phallus to falsityCreating generates the confusion of living.Ignition of the search forUnderstandment of the confusion.Being human is not.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Prates/626135/ We become strangers to the world when there is desensitization.A worse substitute of hate, becauseThe significance disappears when no longer someone feels for us.The only desire that fills us nowIt’s not feeling again whatsoever.Like everything, desensitization generates more of it.And looking.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Prates/622606/ Addiction awareness in collusion with the proper animal. The return to forest. The society, slave of the social environment in which it appears, corrupted by civilization manner. Whatever you choose, the animal that lives in human and return to origins, living in primitive society of the pas.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Prates/622605/ The lyrical sound of the flute echoing through the forest.Pan plays like the days were endless.And Erinye notes in his entourage,his lament.Syrinx died.And with her, your wish.Prostrate at his feet,her body stripped nakedher eyes are bright dullby the night sky.Powerfull flute, bring her back to lif.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Prates/622604/ Words too wise for a man to understand. The wisdom of time changes the way the figures are. Skyline. Solstice. Mythological evolution. The horizon makes night into day. The gates of morning and afternoon, fundamental concepts of earthly powers. Everything is.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Prates/622603/ In this stormy dayFrom light to eternal darkness.I was here, watching those who stayedThought, loving youOne to remember the pastOne to forget the futureAnd none to take advantage of the present. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Prates/622602/