sexta-feira, 26 de outubro de 2012

Showtime

Lights up, show is ready. lets us see what i can present, im sure they are ready for me, I can hear them, the conversation filling the room, the smell of cigars getting to me, sure is gonna be a big crowd and i am anxious about it.

It's okay im ready, a little tense, yes, but ready and that what matters. I just stand there waiting my turn, hoping they will like me. I just need a moment to breath and bring my A-game and all will be fine, they will love me, how can anyone not love me?

Well if they dont at least they will like the performance, so when they go home they will be satisfied, well im sure after this one I wont go home right away. Ok, ok, just some concentration, I need this, I need peace,I never done it before and I want all to be fine.

They are calling me now, showtime, taking my steps very calm, very, very slow, after all I want to enjoy this moment a little bit. The first time is really the most unforgettable moment.

"All raise for the judge"
I hope they give me less than 30 years.

Alemão

Não me lembro de ter dito o que você disse que eu disse, mas acredito em você. A cada minuto que passa eu fico mais perdido, minha memória parece que deixou de me acompanhar, acho que ela escolheu ficar no passado aonde os momentos são mais doces e me deixou aqui sozinho para viver o presente.

Ando até você para lhe abraçar e lhe dizer que tudo vai ficar bem, que você ainda me tem e a cada passo sinto tudo estalar, pequenos choques pipocam por meu corpo, pontadas nas mãos, pernas, joelhos, cotovelos parecem que vão arrebentar, me sinto como se fosse cair.

Mas ainda assim decido continuar, aos poucos, buscando o pouco de mim mesmo que sobrou e mostrar à você, e por que não, a mim mesmo? Afinal eu necessito de um pouco de confiança pra seguir em frente, crer  ser possível voltar ao que eu era ou de forma pessimista, pelo menos mostrar que estou bem, estou estável.

E  paro e sussurro no seu ouvido
- Me desculpe, quem é você mesmo?
Droga, já esqueci o que eu ia dizer.

quarta-feira, 9 de maio de 2012

Blindness

With my eyes closed i can't see, when i opened them they wondered how i could see you. They just couldn't believe in the things i saw, with themselves open they decided if they couldn't see, it couldn't be there.

That my eyes were speaking of things that were never there for me, because it was never there for them. With themselves open they could only see the narrow path they had ahead and for that they believed i shouldn't be seeing anything different.

But i saw, i see, all the things that they could not or choose not to see, my eyes are humble enough to admit that they cant know what the eyes of the world see. I am just happy with what i can see.

With my eyes closed, now, I can see, you gave me the possibility of this as now i see without my eyes and without them I see, all the things, all the things u mean to me.