segunda-feira, 19 de setembro de 2016

Mais um (I)

Mais um dia se vai
Mais uma noite chega
Mais um sono aparece

E você, longe.

Volte! Apenas volte!
Depois nós resolvemos
Volte novamente
E então recomecemos


sexta-feira, 16 de setembro de 2016

terça-feira, 13 de setembro de 2016

Why do we go?

Exceptionally these times, we don't go to places to get well.

We just go there to forget.

segunda-feira, 12 de setembro de 2016

A hidden letter to a person (Herman Hesse II)

I already told you why I speak the language of science: because it's my heart's.
I don't know what you have done to me, or what I have done to myself, since the first time I saw you. I don't know why I use so many "I"s, neither do I know why I use to write long texts like these one.
This time I don't want to explain, because this very time I know I'm writing for no one. Nobody will read this. You will never read this.
But I already faced the truth so long ago: I am problematic.

I fell in love easily...

Well, almost easily. I fell for you right at that night when I saw your smile. It's craved in my head and I can't (or don't want to) take it off.

I love you!

With all my very self!

But so what?
I once did want you to have patience with me and all my sickness within, but I have changed. I learned with you when we were closer and I learned even more when we parted ways for the first time.

I am a good person.

I always try harder than I can to do my best. And I always fail. But I don't ever give up, even when the world tells me to.

God, I wanted so much to be with you!
You are my everything, man! I love you so much I believe I'll never love someone like this again. First, because I may have not enough left time on this Earth to find someone so beautiful in all possible and impossible ways like you are. Second, because I don't want to.

If you could just care a little bit, if you could just think about giving me another chance, if we could only abandon this universe together and create another one for ourselves where there'd be only happiness for both of us...

I don't know what I am saying.
I don't know what I'm thinking.
I only know that I love you.
I love you like I never ever loved someone before and I'll never will again.
I can't let you go.

And this thing is almost as pathetic as a stupid love song that gets stuck in people's head every day. But it's all I can think and write right now. Because I'm loving you so much that the most reasonable part of me is gone.

 I do understand none of this is my choice. I do understand I that there's also "you" in "we". I do understand that the same way I love you and never will love someone like this again, you don't love me and never will love me the way I love you. 

I know I was late and probably messed up everything and any chance we could have to build our own world. 

I am a mess.
A rustic, complex mess.
But I have to admit that I belong to human kind.

And, unfortunately, the human brain has developed mechanisms of hope along the last hundreds of thousands of years. And as a little mortal human like most of all other humans, I have to have hope.

Hope that you'll read this.

Hope that you'll reach out to me again.

Hope that you'll love me too.








sábado, 10 de setembro de 2016

Herman Hesse I

You may not believe in this story, gentlemen, but he finally admitted I have mental problems.
The issue of his statement is that he said he had no patience.

And now I wonder, why he came back? Why he reached out to me? Why he jus-
Oh wait! I can't wonder any longer.

It's completely unreasonable to lose my time wonder why he does what he does and thinking about him all the time.

The choice was made. I have only 28 years or less before cancer strikes me out, so I can lose my time with someone who has no patience to me.

What I need right now is a comfortable bed, countless hours to sleep, a one-way pass to the North and a chocolate milk shake. Companions are a plus, but I'm fighting to make them not so necessary as they seemed.

Also, I need my castle to emphatise my kingdom.

I am the King!

And always will be.