Heart

Her wrist, extended to the where in which my body took space, was shed down to a motionless, glacid gesture. As if crystal-like, an endless diamond.

Her eyes, which once sparkled as thin and penetrating as the first star on the brink of dusk, became hollow mirrors, that could reflect only the perplexing gaze of mine.

Her left shoulder, uncovered from the tissue dress that her body held in her last breath.

Life was no longer bound to that person

The existance we knew of her became a star-like dust with a doubtful existance, being blowed and glancing at us all from the view of an uncertain breeze passing through the corner of my eyes.

The dearest of mine was now gone, and her body would remain in its final stance forever, for her last moment was taken by the timeless choir that could easily ridicule such boundary.

I was taken by awe and a blankness in the eye of my mind.

There was no sadness. There was no pain. I was only numb from that unfading sight.

Her face,

looked just like an angel's.

Em Homenagem

O caule em que fluia nosso amor queimou com nossa paixão. O carvão tornou-se cinzas e o que nosso sonho deixou no ar foi dissolvido pelo céu e a terra.

O sangue que corria em meu coração tornou-se areia e o ar que me mantinha acordado agora é a água que me afoga,

Meus ossos tornaram-se pedra e minha carne deixou de ser a de um animal.

Meu rosto agora é um olhar distante, e minhas mãos que antes eram frias, tornaram-se ardentes pela dor que ainda posso prender dentro de mim.

Minha pele enrugou-se de tanto mergulhar dentro de mim buscando por ti, e meus olhos perderam sua cor por tanto segui-la onde você não estava.

Você me dizia sobre o quão complicado eu era, mas agora não há mais nada para compreender.

Meu amor, acho que já não pode reclamar do meu eu que esteve com você.

Perfection

There's people who say that perfection would be boring.

Being it simply, well, "perfect", there would be nothing to change in it, it's already "perfect"!

Unchanging, Unending, Perfect.

Has it ever come to the douchebags, that something such as "perfect" wouldn't be boring, or tiring, or anything of that sort, since it's already Perfect?!

As for a reason? Who cares for reasons on such a subject as perfection? It's already far beyond what one could comprehend, how can it be that something doesn't end? How can it be that something doesn't change? How can something simply be unsurpassing?

Some say it's a legend, some say it's real.

Either way, it's not something one would find without the exact certain set of rules and proper procedure.

It lacks of reason, may be absurd to the point that one would simply shut one's self in an ilusion of imperfection. In a sense, it may even be "unavoidable".

I'm someone who reaches out for perfection. And seemingly I'm not prone to logical and linear reasonings regarding that significance.

Either way, whenever you feel like joining me, I can give you a hint.

I've been aware that it's hidden way tight in some kind of place called "everywhere".

Balance

Each thing to it's proper place.

Any objections?

Cross on Through to The Other Side

Essas minhas mãos machucadas, espero que elas durem bastante. Uma após a outra depois de tanto tempo segurando neste cordão estranho, meus braços já estão cansados.

Bem, se só tem o lado de onde eu vim e o lado pra qual eu estou indo neste cordão, então acho que estou confortável.

Afinal é bem melhor do que essas pessoas que não param de cair tentando se equilibrar em cima dele.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6...

E aqui, e agora? O que acontece para frente deste ponto?

Fico eu apenas lembrando, mas agora sentindo, também, com meus olhos e meus sentidos,

o que está logo à frente de meus olhos,

É como se fosse um sonho.

E aqui, agora, por enquanto só posso contar com o que posso,

Contar as estrelas que oscilam num lugar muito alto,

em um negro lençol por enquanto acochegante.

Em um céu sem você.

Quote YEAH

"I step on the silhouette that stretches out

Wandering around in the twilight

Those faint faces

Turn red and trasparent, melting away.

That distant day

Dozing off, I search

I can't forget that voice in my dream

"One day We'll meet."

I'm being lead (those arms)

To the place in front of me (reaching out)

Our fingers touch and grasp each other

The wheel of fate turns (the cocoon of destiny melts)

The thread that is woven (the spinning wheel)

Reels and catchs is (it connects the two of us)

Until the end of visiting each other (until the very end)

The blossoms that scatter are fleeting (your palm on top of mine)

The moon also wanes and sinks (grasps me tightly)

That's why I'll smile by your side (whatever the time, until the end)

Until the end, we'll be togheter (I'll be with you)

The serene shadow of the moon is blue-white

The clear sky is chilly

I concentrate with blurry and blank eyes

As I look at the time now

Shivering alone

I look for you who

Would embrace me and give me warmth

In this revolving world

Dancing and scattering (someday)

I'm surrounded by flower petals (intertwining)

As promised I've happened to come across you

I step over the fragments of my memory (arriving, I walk on)

Even if I bleed (on this path)

I will arive at the place where you are (relying on our bonds)

Using only the strenght of my thoughts (without getting lost)

Even if a thousand autumns pass (even if my heart is undermined)

And have caused my tears to dry up (by loneliness)

I won't lose to the night that continues (without flincing, I'll face foward)

I'll believe in the light of morning (towards tomorrow)"

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