sábado, 19 de setembro de 2020

 

Procuro-te, pelos dias nublados, pelos dias ensolarados, quando do nada sorrio ou quando de mim nasce um rio.
Procuro-te, sem de ti saber nada, sem por ti ser encontrada, quando me dói o coração ou  a alegria faz uma invasão.
Procuro-te, já nem sei se existes, ou se alguma vez me vistes, mas queria estar ao teu lado, para saberes que és amado.
Talvez seja só isto, uma busca sem fim, aceitar que sou uma flor só, neste imenso jardim.
Talvez tu nunca venhas e eu viva uma ilusão, que ninguém me tira a dor, desta imensa solidão.

quinta-feira, 23 de julho de 2020

There's no one out there mom... No one. I'm sorry if you leave without a sense of tranquility about me. I'm sorry I disappointed you. I'm sorry I'm not the kind of woman that you wish I would be... I did my best mom... But the truth, I don't fit in this world, and you knew it so well, didn't you?

quarta-feira, 1 de abril de 2020

Wishing

I wish I could run
I wish I could hide
I wish I could erase my life from the lines of time.
I wish I never felt 
I wish I could go to sleep 
I wish I kept my mouth shut, never remembered, never had to weep. 
I wish I never being around to feel your perfume, to watch the deepest of your eyes or the taste of your lips. 
I wish I was not me, not this endless blue soul, not this intermittently roll of apocalypses. 

domingo, 16 de fevereiro de 2020

On the other side of fear, laid down the dreams and ambitions, of a new brave life... I seek for the courage to be greater tham me, and finish to cross that land field of mines... This is my field, this is my crusade, I am the master in my life, I am the 2 guns pistolier in war with my mind, like Don Quixote fitting against wind mills. I will be the thunder on the piece full morning of self-indulgent, I will be the knife opening a path through the criticism and moan. I will be standing against all my demons, I will be fearless and one with my dreams.