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quarta-feira, 14 de outubro de 2009

There

Noisily.
I get out .
The tidy bed.
Through the window I could feel the warm breeze
My eyes search at the blue bare walls while I listen to the emptiness of the day
I move forward
I open the drawer
Carefully
My eyes find tiny figures on the walls and
the room is immediately inundated by noises from the street.
Through the window I can see the imminent tempest.
Recklessy.
I close the drawer
I move backwards
The messy bed
I get in.
Quitely

I Belong

I belong.
To a time before the conscience.
Before the existence,
I belong.
To the story that was never told.
Now I belong to you.
You need to look at me…
I’m here
You haven’t notice me.
I’m your shame.
Believe me…
That the shame is your destiny…
I can feel you moving around me
We are breathing the same air in this very same time.
I know that sometimes I bring despair.
Still you want me.
Even when I’m ugly
You wait for me.
Even when I’m late
I was always at the side of your shadow face
I’m all the different many ways you can choose, but
I’m the only way that is going to happen.
I’m the absolute incomprehension, but
I don’t need to be understood.
Just felt.
I’m the one the pass by you everyday and you never notice.
I’m the only one.
I’m many more.
You ask for me.
I’m here now.

terça-feira, 18 de agosto de 2009

SUNFLOWER por Cristina Teixeira

SUNFLOWER

It spies on me
With is little eye
Watching my days pass me by
Learning from my daily mistakes

It turns its head from side to side
Following my every move
With its nodding concentric eye

It knows where I live and who I am…
It know when I tell the truth
It knows that I’m afraid of life
It knows that I’m afraid…
Still everyday
It turns its head again looks at me
And shines.

Even when I’m ugly por Cristina Teixeira

Even when I’m ugly
You wait for me.
Even when I’m late
I was always at the side of your shadowed face
I’m all the different ways you can choose, but
I’m the only way that is going to happen.
I’m absolute incomprehension, but
I don’t need to be understood.
Just felt.
I’m the one that passes by you every day and never notice.
I’m the only one.
I’m many more.
You ask for me.
I’m here now.