18.7.06

Addiction...

"The woman on the porch
Takes my breath away, cool and efficient,
Thief of my night rest, makes me sweat in my hell
However, I cannot forget,
Because her eyes told me so much
About love and understanding
And so much forgiveness
As seldom seen before.

The woman on the porch,
Steals the daylight, soft and tired
Thief of the sunset
the evening belongs to her.
She will make me addicted
because the fire will support her
Like a candle in the late night hours
she makes those hours last longer
Please release this junkie!

The woman on the porch
Steals my pride, so soft and sweet
Thief of all I am proud of
Once I was a thief like her
But then I disappeared in air
And I could only just hear her sigh
Form the top of the tower
In a complete free fall
Our big flight started

The woman on the porch
Steals my love, so cold and cruel
Thief of passion
Of which I don't know much
Now only the wound hurts
That I took care of so selflessly
With all my hope for tomorrow
When she will have taken care of me
And I will be with my two feet back on the ground..."


Blof - Vrouw Op De Veranda

If I just handle the
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7.7.06




Destece
o caminho do sonho.

Regressa
do invisivel com que te vestes.

Despe
o vermelho que tudo preenche.

ccc


Fui a 2004 recuperar as palavras que me desenham hoje e talvez sempre ... sou uma sonhadora sem cura possivel.
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3.7.06

(..)

" Mas em que pensava eu antes de me perder a ver? Não sei.Vontade?Esforço?Vida?
Com um grande avanço de luz sente-se que o céu é já quase todo azul. Mas não há sossego - Ah,nem o haverá nunca! - no fundo do meu coração, poço velho ao fim da quinta vendida, memória de infância fechada a pó no sotão de casa alheia. Não há sossego - e,ai de mim!, nem sequer há desejo de o ter..."

Bernardo Soares - Livro do Desassossego
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