Please oceancloud, let there be no storm on the crossing below.

I lean back and let my eyes just go
floating now where they want to float.
They seem to take to the horizon.
Now I know there is a world beyond
the small place I was coming from.
I feel at home here
in the middle of nowhere.
I will never know the names
of these places that I travel through
to reach the coastline.
I've been told I will be there in time.

Is it the beat of a drum or is it wisdom
That makes our souls dance?
When my heart stops, is it like Winter,
Or was this my only chance?
To get to know all the people I should get to know.
To smell the flowers in the young girls hair,
To get to know all the people I should get to know.
Overcoming all this fear.
Is it the far away sun, or imagination, that makes me think of home?
Is it the speed of light, or is it stillness, that makes change come about?
And lets me know all the people I should get to know.

And I sat down and said
"I don't want to suffer."
But she told me
She had nothing to offer,
No more.

:)

There are very many things
I would like to say to you,
but i've lost my way
and I've lost my words.
There are very many places
I would like to go
but I can't find the key
to open my door.

I wish the only one I had to be was me
For you to see this clearly.
I wish the only thing I had to do was to
Hold my arms around you.

haru-san

Even though I'll never need her,
even though she's only giving me pain.
As the world is soft around her,
leaving me with nothing to disdain.


:)

Things seem so much better when
they're not part of your close surroundings.
Like words in a letter sent,
amplified by the distance.
Possibilities and sweeter dreams,
sights and sounds calling form far away,
calling from far away.

essa rua parece tanto a rua de uma cena do filme Laura e a Estrela..

How come no-one told me
All throughout history
The loneliest people
Were the ones who always spoke the truth
The ones who made a difference
By withstanding the indifference
I guess it's up to me now
Should I take that risk or just smile?

quando se sonha, se está completamente sozinho.

e eu apenas sou mais um, um a mais a falar dessa dor, a nossa dor.

Tu vois quelqu'un m'a dit
Que tu m'aimais encore, me l'a t'on vraiment dit
Que tu m'aimais encore, serais ce possible alors?

There is a wind where the rose was;
Cold rain where sweet grass was;
And clouds like sheep
Stream o'er the steep
Grey skies where the lark was.

Nought gold where your hair was;
Nought warm where your hand was;
But phantom, forlorn,
Beneath the thorn,
Your ghost where your face was.

Sad winds where your voice was;
Tears, tears where my heart was;
And ever with me,
Child, ever with me,
Silence where hope was.

yes, i’m drunk. and you’re beautiful. and tomorrow morning, i’ll be sober but you’ll still be beautiful.

"sentir primeiro, pensar depois
perdoar primeiro, julgar depois
amar primeiro, educar depois
esquecer primeiro, aprender depois

libertar primeiro, ensinar depois
alimentar primeiro, cantar depois

possuir primeiro, contemplar depois
agir primeiro, julgar depois

navegar primeiro, aportar depois
viver primeiro, morrer depois"

Mário Quintana

"eu quis tanto ser a tua paz, quis tanto que você fosse o meu encontro. quis tanto dar, tanto receber. quis precisar, sem exigências. e sem solicitações, aceitar o que me era dado. sem ir além, compreende? não queria pedir mais do que você tinha, assim como eu não daria mais do que dispunha, por limitação humana. mas o que tinha, era seu."

Caio Fernando Abreu.

"chegará o dia em que as torres coroadas de nuvens, os palácios resplandecentes e mesmo o globo imenso e tudo quanto lhe pertence vão desaparecer sem deixar rastro. somos dessa matéria de que os sonhos são feitos, e a nossa vida breve é circundada pelo sono."

Shakespeare.

você nunca vai saber
quanto custa uma saudade
o peso agudo no peito
de carregar uma cidade
pelo lado de dentro
como fazer de um verso
um objeto sujeito
como passar do presente
para o pretérito perfeito
nunca saber direito

você nunca vai saber
o que vem depois de sábado
quem sabe um século
muito mais lindo e mais sábio
quem sabe apenas
mais um domingo

você nunca vai saber
e isso é sabedoria
nada que valha a pena
a passagem pra pasárgada
xanadu ou shangrilá
quem sabe a chave
de um poema
e olha lá