Empty canvas
Staring at a pale shade of white. My thoughts freeze thinking of where and how you are.
And my heart says all is better than fine, even if ny soul is restless.
My damned soul. Careless whisper.
Is it just my imagination?
I see you with your man
Your eyes just shine
While he stands tall
And walking proud
It always seems like you're going somewhere
Better than you've been before
I'm nothing like what I'd like to be
I'm nothing much I know it's true
(I know I could have been that guy. And yet, I always suspect you're in a better place than what you would ever be with me. And I pray it is the case. )
Why did you touch my hand and softly say
Stop asking questions that don't matter anyway
Something changed;
(Had to change. it could have been me instead. )
I don't know, but like you just said:
Something changedyour hand
touching mine.
this is how
galaxies
collide.
You told me a million things
And you were right in every single one of them.
One of the last sentences was that my biggest suffering would come from not knowing.
And you are right. I am suffering from not knowing whether you are happy. And I pray, every day, you found not just happiness, but joy, a path, Love.
And when not praying,
Tout suffocant
Et blême, quand
Sonne l'heure
Je me souviens
Des jours anciens et je pleure
Et je m'en vais
Au vent mauvais
Qui m'emporte
De ci, delà
Pareil à la feuille morte
Frozen here on the ladder of my life
Closed the door and left me blinded by the light.
Ignorance is not bliss. Uncertainty devouring. Absolute silence ignoble.
Broken clock
Procuro a loucura na noite fingida
Esqueçer mais um dia
De vida vazia
Nem sequer já me importa o que possas dizer
Represento a verdade que eu bem entender
Moments
All of the moments with you were glorious. The subtle trembles, the heartfelt words, the breathtaking silences, the lingering perfumes, the mischievous grins, the thirsty looks.
But nothing was stronger than the constant anticipation of being with you. The anticipation that would build up in a conversation. The anticipation of daring an invitation. The anticipation of an eager consideration. The anticipation before an embrace, a touch, a kiss. The anticipation of seeing you whole. The anticipation of immersing into your arms. The anticipation of a door opening. The anticipation of Love in all manners and fashions.
The moments were glorious. And all moments before and after were the valleys and hills that made the journey encompassing. Whole.
If it were for the moments, they would all be forgotten by now. But there was a constant anticipation, from one moment to the next. And time and space suspended at every moment I was not being with you.
And I remember, at every step of the way, not just the moment, but the excitement that preceded and the happiness that followed. I remember everything. All the time.
You might forget, and you should. I sometimes wish I could.
But I can't. It's not just moments. It's the before, the then and the after. Endless Moments. A couple of summits, when we were truly one - after the uncertainty of the anticipation, the glory of the happening, and the certainty of the happiness. One.
I am sorry I can't let go, even if I already did.
How can I still be mad about you?
And I have never in my life
Felt more alone than I do now
Although I claim dominions over all I see
It means nothing to me
There are no victories
In all our histories, without love
Nothing is something.
Evan Greer : So you're afraid of change?
Dr. Gregory House : No, you're afraid to change. You'd rather imagine that you can escape instead of actually try. Cause if you fail, then you got nothing. So you'll give up the chance of something real so you can hold onto hope. The thing is, hope is for sissies
And you finally found all your courage to let it all go
I can't. I haven't. I never will, and will despair at the knowledge i will never know how, when, where, whom.
At least I hope to be certain of the why, and that's comforting, somehow.
It's my fault, my pain, my guilt. And thus, responsible for this bigger void filling the emptiness that was all there was.
The day would come
Where I become the footnote, the blip, the forgettable, the disposable.
No matter how profound, how devastating, how significant, how schizophrenic.
I am responsible, and still cannot but dread it.
And I fade onto the realm of time
Every once in a while, it strikes me: you are not gone, I went away. And across the universe, the signal fades, I become a numb piece of junk lost in the void of the galaxy.
Until you, rightfully so, stop sending or listening a signal. Life on Earth goes on, and I chose to leave this planet, where Love and Happiness were to be found.
Miss that strong wind of you that sent me in disarray. A wind where I could have set sail. I was searching for peace and calm. I got there, and forgot now I can go nowhere.
Pendant que la marée monte
Et que chacun refait ses comptes
J'emmène au creux de mon ombre
Des poussières de toi
Mesmo os vestígios de ti desaparecem, dia após dia. Rightfully so.
जय गुरुदेव ॐ
Words are flowing out like
Endless rain into a paper cup
Pools of sorrow waves of joy
Are drifting through my opened mind
Thoughts meander like a
Restless wind inside a letter box
They tumble blindly as they make their way across the universe.
Sounds of laughter, shades of life
Are ringing through my opened ears
Limitless undying love, which
Shines around me like a million suns,
It calls me on and on across the universe
Colhendo ilusões sucessivas
Recomeça...
Se puderes
Sem angústia
E sem pressa.
E os passos que deres,
Nesse caminho duro
Do futuro
Dá-os em liberdade.
Enquanto não alcances
Não descanses.
De nenhum fruto queiras só metade.
E, nunca saciado,
Vai colhendo ilusões sucessivas no pomar.
Sempre a sonhar e vendo
O logro da aventura.
És homem, não te esqueças!
Só é tua a loucura
Onde, com lucidez, te reconheças...