storms in pernambuco

the tribulations of life have kept me away from writing about life itself, but good news have come. i am once again useful to capitalistic society - meaning, i have a job once more. there isn’t much choice, the last thing i want is to depend on elize and well, i was not born a heir in this life but a working class migrant.. differently from my last occupation as a cashier, the job is farther away than i’d like, in the imigrantes road toll booth as a toll taker. it’s a night shift, which leaves me with room to study during the day and i’d say it’s a bit rock and roll… at night, the shapes and lights of the road merge into an outwordly scenario of black, red and yellow; the occasional fog turning the whole place ghost-like and confused, and i can only see the asphalt and the driver’s faces, barely lit by the white light of the booth as they hand me money and i let them continue to wherever they might be headed at 3 in the morning.....  it’s not bad, but i do have to take the subway a...

 crackles under the cracking sun, crooked and crisp the flowers i brought to your door all those moons ago on the steps under storms and stars, steam and winds they refuse to leave the land of your love abandoned as may be, withered, stale but they stay, the stems, the shriveled leaves in spirals inwards they wait still for the day you come back home to yours they wait still for the day you come back home to yours

  for long i had in my hands a journal and pen, wherever i went. but isn't that obsolete now in digital society? i better get with the times.... i'm ravenskullprince, or....... bento ramones da conceição. ramones is not a surname but part of my first name, "bento ramones".....just like someone can be called "josé carlos" or "ana maria", but with the twist that my mother had only a single disc in her shelf and it was "ramones" - self titled, by, of course, the band ramones. pernambucana in a small countryside town, she thought the name would make others think of me as a gringo, exotic, maybe united statian, just like the punk men in leather jackets she saw on that black and white cover.....but of course preceeding it with "bento" might have foiled her plans from the start. it only gets me a few laughs when i introduce myself..... i'm tall, hunched over, a bit scrawny. white as a ghost, what northeasterns call "galego...