quinta-feira, 26 de maio de 2011

Balança.


Subo na balança:
Peso meu corpo esguio
que pesa o peso do mundo.  
É leve, magra, esquelética a esperança que jaz     
 No denso desespero profundo.
É quando me engordo de expectativas que o mundo
se torna mais leve qu'eu que vomito desilusões no devir.
O mundo é mais leve, tem dores mais breves.
Mente a balança obesamente farta de meu peso.
Mas é mais leve o peso ignorado.
 É anoréxica a densidade de minhas 
expectativas realizadas.

sexta-feira, 20 de maio de 2011

No fundo de um armário...

...dentro de um velho caderno, encontrei uma pueril canção que fiz aos 14 anos (tentei manter a letra como estava):

I don’t want to take my life in my hands
Because I don’t know what’s right, I just can trust in my friends
But everything seems so hard, hard, hard…
Everything seems so hard, hard, hard.
Right now I feel like I’m last soul in the world
There are so many people around me…But I still feel so alone

Sometimes I feel so lost and I just need someone…

Someone that can hear my breath
Someone that can feel the deeper beat of my heart
Someone that can hear the whisper in the noise there’s inside me
Someone that can shut my fears, someone that can feel my tears runaway from my eyes
Someone that can see… inside me

I can smile, I can smile
But inside me there's a shadowy place where I can not bring light
I can cry, I can cry
It’s just a rain of tears because everything is burning inside

Feelings are always running in my head but I feel so unsafe
My heart bleeds always that I know is the time, the time to runaway, so far way
Run away from my fears, run away from my tears, run away from my dreams, my dreams, my dreams
I never have been with someone before, but I know that I will not want to take it anymore
I feel so many things, but I don’t talk anything
All that I do is to overcome everything that’s inside me
But I have I heart that has a fire that burns all my hope
I hope to say, I hope to take everything, everything from inside.