quarta-feira, 3 de fevereiro de 2010

Minha essência é quente. Não sei ser gelo.
E essa sensaçao de querer demais, me esquenta mais ainda.
Apesar de muito espaço, curvas e traços, isso aqui é pequeno pra mim.

"Depois de todas as tempestades e naufrágios, o que fica de mim em mim é cada vez mais essencial e verdadeiro." Caio Fernando Abreu

*Even after all this time, the sun never says to the earth: "you owe me".
Look what happens with a love like that: it lights the whole sky.*

(a persian poet)
- I've just read a text about a friend of mine that doesn't believe in love anymore. I do. But I can only believe in a love without any kind of "recovery", you know? Like this one the poet is reporting, about the sun and the earth... True love is. It just is. You cannot ask for it, moreover you just don't need to because it is there and you know it.
It gives me agony when someone I love don't trust me, or simply ignores it and starts to question me about what I do. Worse than that is when this person disbelieve in what I am saying, above all when it is really out of the context or it is an unnecessary topic for me to lie.

Quoting: "
And if I don’t trust in love anymore,
Who’s gonna save me?"
Yeah. It IS a question.