2007/11/20
My Immortal / Evanescence
I'm so tired of being here
Suppressed by all of my childish fears
And if you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave
Because your presence still lingers here
And it won't leave me alone
These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase
When you cried i'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream i'd fight away all of your fears
And i've held your hand through all of these years
But you still have all of me
You used to captivate me
By your resonating light
But now i'm bound by the life you left behind
Your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams
Your voice it chased away all the sanity in me
These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase
When you cried i'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream i'd fight away all of your fears
And i've held your hand through all of these years
But you still have all of me
I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone
And though you're still with me
I've been alone all along
When you cried i'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream i'd fight away all of your fears
And i've held your hand through all of these years
But you still have all… of me… me… me…
I'm so tired of being here
Suppressed by all of my childish fears
And if you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave
Because your presence still lingers here
And it won't leave me alone
These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase
When you cried i'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream i'd fight away all of your fears
And i've held your hand through all of these years
But you still have all of me
You used to captivate me
By your resonating light
But now i'm bound by the life you left behind
Your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams
Your voice it chased away all the sanity in me
These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase
When you cried i'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream i'd fight away all of your fears
And i've held your hand through all of these years
But you still have all of me
I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone
And though you're still with me
I've been alone all along
When you cried i'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream i'd fight away all of your fears
And i've held your hand through all of these years
But you still have all… of me… me… me…
2007/11/15
(Sem título)
E sinto-me cansada. Continuamente cansada. Não me apetece responder a nada. Só quero ficar aqui quietinha a definir estratégias de sobrevivência para os furacões que se avizinham. A luta será dura e longa, repleta de desafios. Há que erguer a cabeça, mas com sensatez, para não levar com nenhum tijolo perdido no meio da borrasca.
Tenho sono... vou dormir...
E sinto-me cansada. Continuamente cansada. Não me apetece responder a nada. Só quero ficar aqui quietinha a definir estratégias de sobrevivência para os furacões que se avizinham. A luta será dura e longa, repleta de desafios. Há que erguer a cabeça, mas com sensatez, para não levar com nenhum tijolo perdido no meio da borrasca.
Tenho sono... vou dormir...
2007/11/14
E..
E vive-se... dia após dia como se tudo fosse um folhetim escrito em capítulos, um de cada vez, ao sabor dos acontecimentos... nada mais do que um livro aberto, dividido inevitavelmente em fascículos, por vezes brilhantes, por vezes de gosto duvidoso... é mesmo assim que as coisas vão acontecendo... rodeados de tantas incertezas, é nas coisas mais improváveis que encontramos âncoras de permanência, de existências presentes, mesmo que sem grandes objectivos imediatos. Viver, (sobre)viver basta... e não interessa pedir muito mais, porque a capacidade de lhe dar sequência não será, ela mesma, demasiado famosa, para conseguir responder a grandes ambições existenciais ou o que quer que sejam... em última análise, tudo não será mais do que um rascunho, ainda sujeito a revisão...
2007/11/13
Reflexões...
E andamos por aí, como aves tontas a guardar os últimos raios de sol na memória da pele. Passamos pelos dias como se houvesse sempre um novo amanhã e esperamos calmamente no cais da vida por aquilo que nos faz sentir. E somos assim mesmo... meio-gente, meio-sombra, meio-sonho, meio qualquer-coisa sem nexo, pedaços de existências coloridas ou a preto-e-branco, carregados de meias-tintas e sombreados, simplesmente isso, no final das contas que nos passam por entre os dedos como rosários de ser... Arrumamos as memórias em baús interiores, com as chaves invisíveis da alma e seguimos em frente ao sabor do vento...
2007/11/11
São Martinho...
Evocação de aromas e ambientes. O quente do lume, o sabor das castanhas, as cinzas nos dedos, os ruídos dos cartuchos de papel rasgado directamente das páginas amarelas ou cinza da lista telefónica. Reunião, memórias...
2007/11/08
The Road Not Taken / Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
