Day and night
Very long night.
How I wish I could choose between Heaven and Hell / How I wish I would save my soul./ I'm so cold from fear.
Há tantas vidas
sigo o cheiro
que me deixaste preso ás mãos
e me sufoca ao meio da noite
numa boa maldição
Sinking faster than a boat without a hull
My lord
Dreaming about the day when I can see you there
My side
By my side
Loving someone you cannot have?
Or, having someone you cannot love?
...
I replied: leaving someone you can never unlove.
A swirl of emotions akin to the anticipation with which I lived the day.
Not knowing how deep we'd go. Not knowing how profound the connection. Unsure of the how, what, when.
I tried to stick to what was in my control. Flight times. Routes. Possibly, some work.
I was hopeful, but anxious. I remember I shook often.
Your smile, as you entered the car wiped it all.
But I am sure you know. I told you before. What I haven't said is that I miss you. That I would love to be celebrating.
And loving you. Just as deeply and profoundly as that first time.
She said, 'I'm home on shore leave,'
though in truth we were at sea
so I took her by the looking glass
and forced her to agree
saying, 'You must be the mermaid
who took Neptune for a ride.'
But she smiled at me so sadly
that my anger straightway died
If music be the food of love
then laughter is its queen
and likewise if behind is in front
then dirt in truth is clean
My mouth by then like cardboard
seemed to slip straight through my head
So we crash-dived straightway quickly
and attacked the ocean bed
The minute I heard my first love story,
I started looking for you,
not know how blind that was.
Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere.
They’re in each other all along.
And every time i see Geneva or Firenze, my soul is soothing.
I know it is meaningless in this chapter of silence, that is likely to become the only one left on the book. But it somehow connects me to a reality that once was, and that there is a link, a path, a route, a network that could lead me back to you.
And I know back to you means back to closed arms. To a turned back. But yet, I would see your silhouette. And perhaps, just perhaps, you would look at me for a second, crave a memory, and maybe whisper a few words that I could fill my treasure chest with.
It is now bitter. And not a symphony.
And once again that rising sun is droppin on down
And once again you, my friend, are nowhere to be found
Life is short. Life is dull. Life is full of pain. And this is a chance for something special
You did not whisper.
You begged, you cried, you shouted, you grabbed my head with your hands so I realized it : "this is real."
It was, and still is.
I Love you, always forever.
J'ai voulu rêver plus loin
Voir l'horizon chavirer
Et chaque jour je me souviens
Que j'aimerais oublier
La nuit où pour tout salir
Un autre a pris ta place
Le vertige, l'envie d'en finir
Que ton ombre s'efface
Mais rien n'a commencé
Rien n'a fini
Je suis restée à quai / J'ai failli m'embarquer
Mes souvenirs sont en lambeaux
Ils s'effilent par endroits
Et même s'ils prennent l'eau
Ils ne me lâcheront pas
J'ai peur de te sourire
De voir mes lèvres te mentir
Et je crains de t'en vouloir
De rester là sans savoir
Que rien n'a commencé
Rien n'a fini
Je suis restée à quai / J'ai failli m'embarquer
Hope you did.
"Blessed are the forgetful, for they get the better even of their blunders. "