30 phrases by Augusto dos Anjos for those who love poetry with a dark touch

Hope doesn’t wither, it doesn’t get tired, just as it doesn’t succumb to belief. Dreams fly away on the wings of disbelief, dreams return on the wings of hope.

To elude my misfortune, I study. Inwardly I know that I am not deluded!

I, son of carbon and ammonia, monster of darkness and radiance. I suffer since childhood epigenesis, the evil influence of the zodiac signs.

The kiss, my friend, is the eve of sputum, the hand that strokes is the same that stones.

You talk about love, and I hear everything and shut up! Love in humanity is a lie. IT IS. And that’s why in my lyre of futile loves I rarely speak.

See! No one attended the formidable burial of your last chimera.

Only ingratitude – this panther – was your inseparable companion! Get used to the mud that awaits you!

Let no one tame a poet’s heart!

Oh! Within every soul there is proof that pain like a dart is renewed when pleasure savagely attacks it.

Behind the barren tombs, one day, I went to your door for refuge! It was cold and the cold it was, that was not what meat comforts us…

Wherever you go, Father, wherever you go, I will go too, walking the same streets… You, to ease your pain, I, to ease my pain!

What does it matter to me that bicharia gnaws at all my heart after death?! Oh! A vulture landed on my luck!

Dark monsters walk the road and the road, among these monsters, I walk!

I hit the stones of a rude torment and my grief today is so intense, that I think that Joy is a disease, and Sadness is my only health.

My heart has immense cathedrals, temples of priscas and distant dates, where a number of love, in serenades, sings the virginal alleluia of beliefs.

If pleasure ever comes looking for me, tell this monster that I ran away from home!

For it is necessary that, for sacred love, the world becomes immaterialized – Lever deviated from its fulcrum.

In the desperation of the iconoclasts, I shattered the image of my own dreams!

However, the world is a complete illusion, and is not hope by sentence, this bond that binds us to the world?

Do you know what God is?! That infinite and holy Being that presides over and governs other beings, that the enchantments and the strength of the powers gathers everything in itself, in a single enchantment?

God is the temple of Good. At the immense height, love is the host that blesses Belief, love, therefore, believe in God, and… be blessed!

Today that grief stabs my breast, and my heart tears me atrocious, immense. I bless it with disbelief, in the midst, because today I only live on disbelief.

And there is only true friendship from skull to skull, from my tomb to yours?!

I prove that the highest expression of pain is essentially joy.

Tired of crying on the roads. Exhausted from stepping on trodden hurts. Today I carry the cross of my pain.

In order to devirginate the labyrinth of the old and metaphysical Mystery, I ate my eyes raw in the cemetery, in an anthropophagy of hunger!

Cry – the dew of tears pearls her cheeks macerated with grief.

Sometimes, however, she tries, nervous and crazy, to forget for a moment the intense hurt, bringing a smile to the flower of her mouth.

In the alienation of the obscure human form, from which, thinking, I extricate myself, it was that I, in a sincere cry of emotion, found, at last, my Nirvana!