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brainless beautyby ~fudaryli

Traditional Art / Paintings / Surreal

charcoal and acrylic on cardboard
dimensions:
50 X 76cm

original available (note me)

Brainless beauty
Pierre Fudarylí

I am absolutely sure of something.
sand in the clock never going to deny its gravity
you are so high to realize
that you've a bucket of red paint
tearing your head.

beauty without brains, without synapses,
manipulated by the ecstasy of your despair
beauty tucked away in a bottomless bottle
waiting for the blow of fate.

brainless beauty is committed to open
a bleeding mouth, teeth clenched.
half tongue cauterized by alcohol
and by her broken will.
!what a tragic throat full of nails!!

the crown of thorns you wear by your own decision
little by little will cut your reflection in the mirror.
The inward spiral will pierce your body
and will pour out your dreams.

Oh! brainless beauty,
If you only care about words,
if you only realized that death
is pressed in small doses.

I have no fear of you
you have to fear of yourself
because you're playing with the threads
because you flow through cracks
because you empty your bowels.
and shorten your expiration date.
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la belleza sin cerebro
Pierre Fudarylí

de algo estoy absolutamente seguro.
la arena en el reloj nunca va a negar su gravedad
estás tan arriba para darte cuenta
de que tienes una cubeta de pintura roja
deshaciendo tu cabeza.

la belleza sin cerebro, sin sinapsis,
manipulada por el extasis de su desesperacion
la belleza resguardada en una botella sin fondo
esperando por la bofetada del destino.

la belleza sin cerebro se empeña en abrir
una boca que sangra, unos dientes apretados.
media lengua cauterizada por el alcohol
y por su quebrada voluntad.
¡que tragica garganta llena de clavos!

La corona de zarza que por desicion llevas
poco a poco cortará tu reflejo en el espejo.
La espiral hacia adentro perforará tu cuerpo
y derramará tus sueños.

¡ay! belleza sin cerebro,
si te importaran las palabras,
si te dieras cuenta que la muerte
la prensan en dosis pequeñas.

no te tengo miedo
el miedo lo deberías tener tu
porque juegas con los hilos
porque fluyes por las grietas
porque vacias tus entrañas.
y acortas tu fecha de caducidad.