segunda-feira, 20 de fevereiro de 2017

HOJE

Eu queria que vc fosse meu.
Tão breve.
inesquecível,
mas você vai embora para outros ares,
outros braços.
E eu...
...vazia....sem calor....sem força...
Eu queria que você fosse meu....
só uma ilusão,  uma luz que clareou meus dias cinzentos,
talvez eu passe meus dias olhando pela janela,
talvez eu salte por ela.
Eu queria que você fosse meu...
mas outros olhos prenderam tua atenção,
eu no meio disso, não podia imaginar....

segunda-feira, 6 de fevereiro de 2017

IN TIMES OF WAR

In times of war it is necessary to love, to love without reason, that is how this woman decided to love, wanted to feel the happiness of possessing a love, in that small city so far and isolated their chances were nil, needed to leave to love.
It was difficult times, he needed to love unconditionally, without borders or limitations, he would seek his love everywhere. He walked for miles and miles and faced human suffering, saw things he could never have dreamed of, but they were times of war and soon everything It would pass, people would smile again, as soon as she knew, she would find the right person.
She began to feel discouraged in the midst of chaos, she saw the hunger, the pain, the loss, she heard the cries, she cried and prayed, but for whom would she pray? He faced the torments of the cold and the rain, kept walking, helped here and there, cared for the wounded and the sick, helped distribute food to those who wept in despair, felt regret. At no time had he forgotten that he had left in search of his love At every stop, every night of rest she hoped she would find him, but time passed, the days were fast, she had already gone so far and still looked, perhaps he did not exist, perhaps she had no one at her destination, perhaps Died alone.
He devoted himself to so many, offered his joy in the midst of the fire, distributed water and comfort, moved with bodies thrown on the roads, revolted with the brutality of the armies, but still hoped.Long time passed, many sorrows she knew, many lessons She learned but had not found her love. She became a volunteer at makeshift hospitals, cleaned wounds and felt the strong smell of blood, the force of suffering was greater than love, she understood it now.

Her love had not crossed her path, she was old and tired, she had given up the search at last, her love had never existed. Shortly afterwards she died, with no relatives to watch over her, buried among so many others, some herself helping to open the door. She would never need to walk, her love would never come, in her search she did not realize that she distributed and received more love than she could dream of.

quinta-feira, 2 de fevereiro de 2017

While bathed in liquid amethyst, she decided to end the illusions of loving
Decided to drown in his silver river the fantasy of love in the gray land,
Decided that it would be nothing, not even a shadow.
Not a crumb she kept from this man
Her entire existence would now be free, without waiting or dreaming ...
 she stripped off all sensations .....
 she was light ..... he was nothing now ... 
she could exist in total safety .... No more words ...
 no thought .... images burned, now he will no longer receive his love ..... 
she no longer cares ... the acid rain that for so long burned his blue eyes does not fall any more ..... not a drop for the supporting pierrot ...
 she can lie down freely in emeralds in the fields ....
 the shadow of the illusions is undone .......