Simples

Melhor Lugar - Jorge Vercilo.

  Se fosse por mim
Eu ficava
Mas vê como tudo lá fora mudou
O tempo passou
Feito um louco
Quebrando as vidraças
E a gente ficou
Aqui, sem ter nem pra onde ir,
Por medo ou preguiça
Aqui, ilhados por nós
Sequer rastreados por nenhum radar
Aqui parecia ser o melhor lugar

Quem disse que a gente precisa
Perder um ao outro pra se encontrar
Se nada nos prende ao passado
Não é o futuro que vai separar

Enfim
Encosta teu barco em mim
Que o sol já se pôs
A sós
O mundo termina
Na fina fronteira dos nossos lençóis
Em nós
Espalham-se os laços
Desfazem-se os nós

Sonhamos paisagens, compramos passagem
E nunca voamos pra lá
Enfim
Passeia tua boca em mim
Até me calar

Aqui ainda parece o melhor lugar

Só nos sobrou do amor a falta que ficou...

 “Hoje não dá
Hoje não dá
Está um dia tão bonito lá fora;
E eu quero brincar
Mas hoje não dá
Hoje não dá
Vou consertar a minha asa quebrada
E descansar
(...) e o que vamos fazer?
Quero voar p'ra bem longe mas hoje não dá
Não sei o que pensar e nem o que dizer
Só nos sobrou do amor
A falta que ficou.”

Esperando Aviões - Vander Lee.

(...)

Que eu queria poder te dizer sem palavras
Eu queria poder te cantar sem canções
Eu queria viver morrendo em sua teia
Seu sangue correndo em minha veia
Seu cheiro morando em meus pulmões
Cada dia que passo sem sua presença
Sou um presidiário cumprindo sentença
Sou um velho diário perdido na areia
Esperando que você me leia
Sou pista vazia esperando aviões

Sou o lamento no canto da sereia
Esperando o naufrágio das embarcações

Another e-mail, and...

All I wanted was to hear that from you…

Sometimes I like to read, to see or to hear what I already know.

It makes me feel good.

But I won’t insist.

It's ok.

Something happens in my heart...

I  just receive an e-mail from her...

She doesn’t need to tell me. I can see and I can feel... this is dying.

She is saying goodbye little by little each day.

My secret. My loved secret. My secret love.

She is already tired.

As she wrote me once, in a beautiful letter, she has no weapons to fight.

But what makes her think that I do?

I think she knows the truth.

She knows I can’t be with her. And she knows why.

I have nothing and I have everything.

She knows I’m afraid. She knows I can’t walk, so I sopped.

Sometimes I think it’s a dream, because, as she goes, I start wondering “that really happened? Was that all true?

did she really loved me?”.

But then I feel. I feel what she left inside me, and I have no doubts anymore.

The only question that remains is… “Why did I let her go??? (again?)”

I’m aware I can do something to avoid these questions, this pain and this sadness that I know that will take her place.

“Something” is not enough… what to do????!!!!!

I’m so lost… and all I want is to find her on my way home tonight…

She will be in my dreams and in my heart.

You'll be in my haert.

Yes, you'll be in my heart, always...

I Love You...

      I love you before and after all the events.

In the deep immensity of the emptiness and

at each tear of my thoughts.

I love you in all the winds that sing,

in every shadow that cry,

in the endless extension of the time until

the place where silences live.

I love you in all the transformations of life,

in every road of fear,

in the agony of the lost  wish and

in the pain that is covered in

secret.

I love you in all the things in which you are present,

in the look of the

stars that enlace you, in everything

that you still are absent.

I love you since the creation of the waters,

since the idea of fire and before

the first laugh and the first hurt.

I love you madly since the great nebula until

after the universe to fall

softly on me.

She's my secret...

She is my secret and there is nothing to hide.  

I do not hide for being a sin.

I do not hide for being an error.

Because error and sin are opposing words to true meaning of her.

She is my rightness… is my bridge for the soul…

Sublime and simple.

Subtle and powerful.

A secret that is not secret.

A secret that cries out.

A secret that calls.

Almost a dream…

A dream that makes me fell each day more alive.