Common Mistake

"A maior covardia de um homem é despertar o amor de uma mulher sem ter a intenção de amá-la", by Bob Marley (1945-1981).
















I agree.

A Rhetorical Question?

There are so many words I want to tell you. So many things I'd like to hear from you. But we don't say it, do we? Why? It's because we can't handle it. Yes, the truth. Can't we really? If we start pronouncing it, I think we could.

Where have you been? I feel like I'm the only one sitting and waiting. It's never easy when you're so suffocated of what you're feeling towards the other person. There are times when I really want to tell you right in front of your face how much I care. How much I miss you. And how weirdly in love I am... with you. But you wouldn't care. And you'd just say "you don't know what I care, you don't know how I feel, you don't know it." So yes, I better stop assuming.

But what's so wrong? Well, it's been too long. It's not that I don't have the courage to run to you and tell you "let's give it a try". I just need you to tell me the exact words I'd like to hear. I need your reassurance. But you seem so far away from me. I don't want to forget you, but there are times when I can no longer remember... Because once I'm in your arms, it'd be too hard for me to see you go.

Can we just lay down and start telling the truth, what we really want from each other?

Just for once.

Disturbed

Walking away from you is wrong
And I can never redeem for the things that will happen next.

Taking his hands is a mistake
And I can't ignore those hands responsible for the crime scene.

Seeing you but knowing you can no longer remember me
Kills me and I can hardly breathe right now.

Running to you and listening to those words
Breaks me.

It's over now. It's just a nightmare I had.

A Melancholic Dream

I just woke up from a misty dream. How strange it is to see your face in there. It was blury but I could tell it was you. I say it's strange because I don't usually see people's faces in my dreams. Or perhaps I'm just too shy to stare at them in my own dreams... I don't know... It's disturbing how this is happening. I'm not saying I don't have any desire to see you in them, not at all. All I'm trying to say is that it is weird and quite unexplicable you are the only person my eyes can catch in my dreams. Funny, how things turn out in life. My eyes are on you now, you are all I can see. I think I'm going mad. But I'm enjoying it, I'm actually asking for this madness to last. Yes, I'm all over you now. Can't you tell? When I look at you I see a different person everyday. I can't quite figure out what's going on in your mind. Needless to say in your heart. Not exactly impossible to do so, it's just most of the time I don't know what's behind those olive eyes... Well, I try my best to guess and to decipher those signs you give away, but nothing. Hang on, nothing? Not really, when I'm lucky and when you're willing to spill it out I get something... It's frustrating at times, but I like it. It's like I'm next to you, close to your thoughts but then I can't quite catch them... It's strangely magnetic. Yes, that's the word. Magnetic. What do you see in me then? I haven't got a clue. I'm not particularly your kind of taste. At least that's what I think. I'm not good looking. I'm a worrier, not much confidence with what I do. I'm boring. Ordinary. No one could have possibly fallen in love with me unless they are out of this universe. I'm just a simple man on earth who needs to gain more weight and work on my muscles. See how unattractive and mudane I am? No, you don't. And that's what bothers me. I'm scared that one day we'll both wake up from this dream. And when I look into your eyes I can't no longer see my reflection in them. I'm scared that you'll tell me how blind folded you were to pick me. I'm scared that you'll get bored of me and never coming back to my arms again. I'm scared. Yes, I am.

Say It

07:09
the phone rings

hello... hello... hello?! estou?...

silence

07:15
rings again

hello? hello?...

quiet

and so they are
one doesn't say anything
the other keeps hoping and waiting.

Marathon

Running miles and miles. Chasing the back in front. Someone says is time to stop. Ah, how tempting because I never really liked marathons. I slow down and stay here. You are almost getting to where I am. And this is the only way you see my back and let me get closer to you.

I want to show you how much I like it now. But I don't know how to. How does it work?

My heart is beating fast. Is heavy now.

If only I could.

14:45 - 19:15

"Right at this moment I am the luckiest person in the world.

Time goes by
People change
But at this second
Only you and I
Remain placid"


This place is crowded
hot and humid,
people are whispering
talking
shouting
and laughing.
Their skin
touches mine
every once in a while.
Various scents
disturb my senses,
some are pleasing
and others
revolting.
I keep walking
passing by strangers,
mentally portraying
each person's story
behind their worn out masks.
And I get tired because
the barriers are too thick
they don't let me in,
how can they
if they can't even remember
their own stories of life?

Yes,
I want to see a face,
a Chinese girl
with a delicate
porcelain face.
I don't care about her past
I don't care who she is
all I want is her unique face
hanged on my wall.
She's the only one
I'm not interested
in her story.
Why?
Because she only serves
for one purpose,
and that is
to be right in the middle
of a lonely wall.
How many of us are mere decorations,
accessories to others?
I can't count.

But when I look
at you
and those words
you wrote,
I know we ain't
each other's accessories
and I'm driven away
from this chaotic world.
I can't help it
but to taste some of the greatest
flavours of life:
sweetness
warmth
simplicity
and
surtout l'amour.

Am I an exaggerator?

Where Is The Apple Of Your Eyes?

People say there is always a place in the sun for everyone. Especially for those who want to chase the world. They often close their eyes and think of someone they find themselves in love with. In love with, what a strong phenomenon connecting every single one of us with each other. Yes. You can't see it until you really feel it. If that's true, there must be a place in the sun for those who are in love then.

Postcards

She wrote:
"When the mistake we made was in never having planned to fall in love"
I'm still in love with you. What should I do?

He replied:
I'm doing all right :)
You should move on dear.
"Distance must come between love"

She kept sending him postcards from most of the places she travelled to. He kept replying whenever he could. One day she stopped. He wondered why, and started to send her postcards more and more often. But she never replied. A total of 125 postcards were sent between them. He decided to find her. When he did, she said: There's no distance. And now you know you're in love.