O que foi escrito, vivido -em segredo- e compartilhado com o vazio.
sábado, 22 de agosto de 2009
quinta-feira, 13 de agosto de 2009
XIII
“Ora (direis) ouvir estrelas! Certo
Perdeste o senso!” E eu vos direi, no entanto,
Que, para ouvi-las, muita vez desperto
E abro as janelas, pálido de espanto...
A via-láctea, como um pálio aberto,
Cintila. E, ao vir do sol, saudoso e em pranto,
Inda as procuro pelo céu deserto.
Que conversas com elas? Que sentido
Tem o que dizem, quando estão contigo?”
Pois só quem ama pode ter ouvido
Capaz de ouvir e de entender estrelas”.
sexta-feira, 7 de agosto de 2009
Morada Infindável
terça-feira, 4 de agosto de 2009
coming back to life -once more again.
where were you, when i was burned and broken? while the days slipped by from my window watching; where were you, when i was hurt and i was helpless? because the things you say and the things you do surround me... while you were hanging yourself on someone else's words, dying to believe in what you heard... i was staring straight into the shining sun; lost in thought and lost in time, while the seeds of life and the seeds of change were planted, outside the rain fell dark and slow while i pondered on this dangerous but irresistible past-time... i took a heavenly ride through one silence, i knew the moment had arrived for killing the past and coming back to life. i took a heavenly ride through our silence, i knew the waiting had begun and headed straight... into the shining sun.
and i am learning to fly once more again.