Dele eu guardo pequenos gestos
das poucas vezes que o encontrei.
Dois ou três favores,
uma paciência enorme (inesperada),
brincadeiras bobas
e essa distância, sempre bem maior que a geográfica.
Esse enorme fosso
engoliu frases inteiras
da voz mais bonita que já ouvi
E que só disse o que tanto sonhei
por escrito,
ao acaso,
talvez sem querer..
segunda-feira, setembro 20, 2010
segunda-feira, maio 24, 2010
Nelson
I left you behind.
I left your love.
You were so funny and showed me life
as something I had already imagined
but never thought it could be true:
all challenges were something great
and every pain some kind of pleasure.
You've told me to give a chance
to love and to hate
and to laugh of myself more often,
to listen to bad songs with no prejudice,
to party, to try the cold
as much as the hot.
With you life was much more
about doing than thinking...
Guided by fascination and desire,
I knew at some point
I'd lose my senses of direction,
belonging,
identity
and limit.
Yes, I've feared freedom.
I told myself love was to belong
rather than feeling, and
persistence was the greatest proof;
responsability, the biggest gesture
So I left you behind.
I left you, love.
And now I ask myself: for what?
sábado, maio 22, 2010
Through the window
I see you through the glass
I try to reach you
You are the reflex of a never fulfilled wish
An unfamiliar face in a strange picture
but I feel you
This silence goes beyond desire, despair or dream
Nothing really to be said, only the hope
to keep seeing
And I'm affraid to miss you if you disappear
In such a tedious world
Now I'm running.
I try to reach you
You are the reflex of a never fulfilled wish
An unfamiliar face in a strange picture
but I feel you
This silence goes beyond desire, despair or dream
Nothing really to be said, only the hope
to keep seeing
And I'm affraid to miss you if you disappear
In such a tedious world
Now I'm running.
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