quarta-feira, novembro 10, 2010
It's the heat of July that keeps me pacing up and down, and now the pulse in my wrists. Sometimes I wonder if mankind has drifted off the evolutionary road and is blissfully on a collision route with a longed for Armageddon. It's the heat of July that makes me imagine you are not gone, just absent. That you'll climb through my bedroom window, staggering on the windowsill, and whisper my name.
I must warn you, sweet prince, my sleep is deep, and it will take more than a whisper. You'll have to try harder than that. Throw a rock against the glass of my ice skin. I promise you, it won't shatter it. Scream if you must, sweet prince, shout out, awaking the sleeping city and start the dreadful rumors that love and happiness tend to cause. Let their tongues roll out in sharp razor paths I'll blissfully ignore.
I am losing my mind here, sweet prince, with your inertia. Move me, before the stiffness of disillusion embraces me, leaving me white, still and dreamless. Hell! Drag me out of bed, down the stairs, don't let me pack, take me away surprised, confused, dazzled, bemused. But do it now, before nothing can be done.
25/06/2009
I must warn you, sweet prince, my sleep is deep, and it will take more than a whisper. You'll have to try harder than that. Throw a rock against the glass of my ice skin. I promise you, it won't shatter it. Scream if you must, sweet prince, shout out, awaking the sleeping city and start the dreadful rumors that love and happiness tend to cause. Let their tongues roll out in sharp razor paths I'll blissfully ignore.
I am losing my mind here, sweet prince, with your inertia. Move me, before the stiffness of disillusion embraces me, leaving me white, still and dreamless. Hell! Drag me out of bed, down the stairs, don't let me pack, take me away surprised, confused, dazzled, bemused. But do it now, before nothing can be done.
25/06/2009
segunda-feira, novembro 08, 2010
I could sit endlessly on hours just remembering your mouth, the touch of your lips , and your hand on my waist. I could smile until my cheekbones hurt, with the memories of our laughter, our joy. But above all, I could stare into your eyes, reflexion and origin of a vision, forever, and never feel old, tired or anything but blessed.
terça-feira, novembro 02, 2010
Square concepts in my round mind.
Mordi a maçã e o meu mundo alterou-se. Fiquei de repente, contrariamente ao que nos conta a história, livre de pecado e de pesos supérfluos. Foi como nos filmes, como nos livros, como é descrito em todas as histórias de amor. Aquelas que nos dizem que de repente ficamos presos ao mundo apenas pelos laços que nos atam àquela pessoa.
Para além da confusão de sentimentos, que ocupam todo o espaço livre dentro de mim, e me deixam sem nada, nada nada a temer, o meu cérebro reajusta-se. O meu corpo pega fogo e consumo-me em chamas, estou permanentemente em chamas. Os gestos tornam-se naturais, como se estivesse estado à espera disto desde sempre, como se soubéssemos desde sempre que ia ser assim, mas nos tivéssemos esquecido. Agora lembramos-nos, quando as minhas mãos tocam nas tuas e me esqueço da gramática e dos medos.
Não se trata sequer de re-arrumar conceitos meus, tive que deitar tudo fora, tudo deixou de servir, e apenas resta o amor, que ocupa todos os cantos do meu corpo e da minha vida, uma luz imensa que me cega e me aquece, que me faz recordar que sempre foi assim, antes e depois.
