Onde o meu espírito
vagueou,
viajou,
e simplesmente regressa.
O abrir dos meus olhos
É sinonimo de dezespero,
Pois deixei de te ver,
Deixei de te sentir,
Deixei de puder sonhar contigo...
Apenas a minha alma te consegue ver,
Assim feliz
Num parque inexistente,
Onde o teu cabelo são ondas douradas
Onde me perdi tantas vezes.
Os teus olhos, lagoas,
Onde a lágrima é mais uma maré.
O teu sorriso, o desejo
O desejo de alcançar o fruto que Adão negou.
Em sonho beijo-te
Mas abro os olhos e choro...
Pois olhei me ao espelho e um grande nada surge.
Surgi por entre as cinzas
Do último cigarro,
Da última noite,
Das minhas penas, onde não tinha pena para escrever,
Mas tinha pena por não escrever.
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How do you dare?
How do you dare, stop writing?
Leave me hanging and longing for your sweet sharp words, my darling?
Is not that I really know you, nor that you really know me.
But we've been together, and slept together in a warm embrace
And I remember wanting you, and to rip my own soul out of me
And break it in two, so that in a selfish blink of the devil's eye I could have both.
But who am I to wish for it, who am I if little than anyone else,
For we can't love two people at a time, in the same way, can we?
It wasn't you who came too late, (but maybe too soon)
It was I who came when all you needed was everything.
You think you're never enough, but you're so wrong,
For you're so much more than anyone could ever wish for.
And still, you still let yourself go, not knowing your value,
Being what others than you want you to be,
Being a puppet for some other's will, bowing for their wishes,
But never thinking of you, nor what you want, nor your dreams.
It is not a wish, not a order, only a comment:
Stop. Close your eyes, breathe deeply, with your arms wide open
Now listen to your heart and kiss gently your fate.
Open your eyes, watch your obstacles, what you want, what you love.
Fight. Fight for it, for you, for you beloved ones, fight without fear.
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