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Sep 30

The feeling you get when you listen to a very good music                 for the first timeand your soul wakes up in ecstasy to danceThe feeling I getwhen I met you                for the first timeI see I seeI look at the world and I look at you:You are a glass angel locked in a burning roomI wonder…How long did it take to be what it isHow many years it travelled across the hazeto use itself as a weaponbuilding upon the ashes                of what it destroysAnd for this all it makes me amazed at allAll things built up to be a momentBecause it somehow started for its own right to start                just for it to be what it is… I saw her there                and I recognize in the first scene, beautifulWhat she is, there she was:She was a fucking neuron                between all those blood cells.


Jozimar Carlos Szczepanik - (The feeling I met)Picture by me: Florianópolis - SC

The feeling you get
when you listen to a very good music
                for the first time

and your soul wakes up
in ecstasy to dance

The feeling I get
when I met you
                for the first time


I see I see
I look at the world
and I look at you:
You are a glass angel locked in a burning room


I wonder…
How long did it take to be what it is
How many years it travelled across the haze
to use itself as a weapon
building upon the ashes
                of what it destroys
And for this all it makes me amazed at all
All things built up to be a moment
Because it somehow started for its own right to start
                just for it to be what it is


… I saw her there
                and I recognize in the first scene, beautiful
What she is, there she was:
She was a fucking neuron
                between all those blood cells.

Jozimar Carlos Szczepanik - (The feeling I met)

Picture by me: Florianópolis - SC

“I’ve been forgedIn steel and clayTo be BothSoft and RoughJust to dealing            with fire                    while drinking                                    water                                                upside downAnd all of that means absolutely nothing…”

Jozimar Carlos Szczepanik - (Sunrise)

“I’ve been forged
In steel and clay
To be Both
Soft and Rough

Just to dealing
            with fire
                    while drinking
                                    water
                                                upside down

And all of that means absolutely nothing…

Jozimar Carlos Szczepanik - (Sunrise)

“A poet must never make a statement simply because it is sounds poetically exciting; he must also believe it to be true.” — W. H. Auden

(Source: writingquotes)


Picture by me: Florianópolis - SC

Picture by me: Florianópolis - SC


Picture by me: Florianópolis - SC

Picture by me: Florianópolis - SC

During sex she said ‘deeper’ so I rolled over and started reading her poetry.

(Source: sosa-parks, via justlikeipromised)

Sep 20

I am an utter shining starSince the unknown gross startBut I wasted my full brightnessTo pour lightnings over every cornerInstead to radiate on a single inchDo I regret?                Not yet!For I follow the natural path of the holismBut my sight may rarely reach                 The inner core of a veilFrom each way someone looksAt me they won’t be able to measureThe entire strength of my light                It will be spreadIn several tiny sparksEven when I am the big apple that hitsI will be just the slice that fitsDo I pay?                Indeed I say!By the noisy specialties of the handI can see the gaps in my eyes                 Feeling the cracks of my soulThe bass & treble of my voiceThrough the voices of others                Is dismantledEven if the absence I fillOf our absolute love in meIn each secondI will never be                The real meAnd every actWill be a deaf echoOf the universe of meYou will think I am always lessYou will never see me fullyYou will never understand me truly.


Jozimar Carlos Szczepanik - (The Cracking Self)
Picture by me: 60 / Armação dos Búzios - RJ

I am an utter shining star
Since the unknown gross start
But I wasted my full brightness
To pour lightnings over every corner
Instead to radiate on a single inch


Do I regret?
                Not yet!
For I follow the natural path of the holism
But my sight may rarely reach
                The inner core of a veil


From each way someone looks
At me they won’t be able to measure
The entire strength of my light
                It will be spread
In several tiny sparks
Even when I am the big apple that hits
I will be just the slice that fits


Do I pay?
                Indeed I say!
By the noisy specialties of the hand
I can see the gaps in my eyes
                Feeling the cracks of my soul


The bass & treble of my voice
Through the voices of others
                Is dismantled
Even if the absence I fill
Of our absolute love in me
In each second
I will never be
                The real me
And every act
Will be a deaf echo
Of the universe of me


You will think I am always less
You will never see me fully
You will never understand me truly.

Jozimar Carlos Szczepanik - (The Cracking Self)

Picture by me: 60 / Armação dos Búzios - RJ

Sep 04

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Sep 01

“Em breve vou (querer) mergulhar  a frente do mar anterior a mim das águas que ciclaram milhares de anos para que hoje banhassem o meu rosto     É realmente incrível! [lágrima e sorriso] teus e meus  destilados do sussurro de um segundo  que amanhã nunca houve de ter existido.”


Jozimar Carlos Szczepanik - (Cena)

Em breve vou (querer) mergulhar
 a frente do mar anterior a mim
 das águas que ciclaram milhares de anos
 para que hoje banhassem o meu rosto
     É realmente incrível!
 [lágrima e sorriso] teus e meus
 destilados do sussurro de um segundo
 que amanhã nunca houve de ter existido.”

Jozimar Carlos Szczepanik - (Cena)

Aug 25

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Aug 21

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