"Não tenho forças que me levem daqui, deitaste-me um encanto, Não deitei tal, não disse uma palavra, não te toquei, Olhaste-me por dentro, Juro que nunca te olharei por dentro, Juras que não o farás e já o fizeste, Não sabes de que estás a falar, não te olhei por dentro, Se eu ficar, onde durmo, Comigo.

(in Memorial do Convento)

segunda-feira, 17 de junho de 2013

A Midsummer Night's Dream


For a minute, we were as one. The music stopped, the voices were but a silent echo in the dark, the people fled, like blotting masses that didn´t matter. Not there, not anymore. A fleeting moment, some might say, but in your arms I felt complete. We kissed with the urgency of the discovery and the passion of lovers with a lifetime waiting for them.

I woke up. Did I? We´re apart but your presence still haunts my days. The nights are muffled despairs, longing for answers to questions I didn´t even ask.

For a moment we had the world. For a moment we were the world. Not here, not now. We can´t go back. It shattered when we looked away in doubt. We can´t repeat the past. At last, do we have the courage to make the future a certainty and not a dream?