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Soneto XVII - In Spanish
No te amo como si fueras rosa de sal, topacio
o flecha de claveles que propagan el fuego:
te amo como se aman ciertas cosas oscuras,
secretamente, entre la sombra y el alma.
Te amo como la planta que no florece y lleva
dentro de sí, escondida, la luz de aquellas flores,
y gracias a tu amor vive oscuro en mi cuerpo
el apretado aroma que ascendió de la tierra.
Te amo sin saber cómo, ni cuándo, ni de dónde,
te amo directamente sin problemas ni orgullo:
así te amo porque no sé amar de otra manera, .
sino así de este modo en que no soy ni eres,
tan cerca que tu mano sobre mi pecho es mía,
tan cerca que se cierran tus ojos con mi sueño.
SONETO XVII - In English
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
that this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
Soneto XVII - In Portuguese
Não te amo como se fosses rosa de sal, topázio
ou flecha de cravos que propagam o fogo:
te amo como se amam certas coisas obscuras,
secretamente, entre a sombra e a alma.
Te amo como a planta que não floresce e leva
dentro de si, oculta, a luz daquelas flores,
e graças a teu amor vive escuro em meu corpo
o apertado aroma que ascendeu da terra.
Te amo sem saber como, nem quando, nem onde,
te amo diretamente sem problemas nem orgulho:
assim te amo porque não sei amar de outra maneira,
senão assim deste modo em que não sou nem és
tão perto que tua mão sobre meu peito é minha
tão perto que se fecham teus olhos com meu sonho.
To the Little One
- Location:Moon
- Mood:
content - Music:This kiss - Faith Hill
Tinha impressões de pés, às vezes, quase como sonhos, tão efêmeros e surreais que nunca poderia acreditar que estiveram ali.
Em delírios de cadarços, tropeçava e beijava a única coisa que conhecia. Sangue no asfalto. Sorria. Mais um tom de cinza.
No meio, conheceu mãos. Descobriu, maravilhada, o amor à primeira vista. Mãos fortes, mãos pequeninas. Mãos calejadas, mãos macias. Mãos de pianista, mãos de pedreiro.
Amava, mais que todas as outras, mãos de poeta, com calos de lápis e unhas sujas de grafite mesmo depois de lavar. Dedos firmes que seguravam os dela e a puxavam para mergulhar num céu cinzento emoldurado por olheiras. Conheceu, então, o amor à segunda vista e, em sua surpresa, desviou o olhar para baixo, mas não conseguiu encontrar seu velho conhecido, o asfalto, pois no caminho se deparou com o amor pela terceira vez, em lábios que sorriam um sorriso torto de menino. Descobriu o amor de novo e de novo, vezes demais para serem contados por algo tão mesquinho quanto o tempo.
No final, era apenas a escuridão. Não tinha medo, no entanto, tão iluminada era a escuridão de olhos cerrados. Sussurros sinceros, sendo a única coisa que sentia, era tudo que existia.
- Mood:
creative - Music:London, London - Cibelle
Quando eu fugir, vou sozinha.
Vou descalça, vou de carro, vou com as janelas abertas.
Quando eu fugir, vou de cabeça erguida.
Vou sem dever satisfações, vou sem celular, vou sem escovar os dentes.
Quando eu fugir, vou sem dores.
Vou sem lembranças de beijos destruídas pelo fim do amor, vou sem versos que perderam o significado, vou sem músicas que já não fazem diferença.
Quando eu fugir, vou sem pressa.
Vou olhando os detalhes, vou sem hora de chegar, vou com lembranças de unhas vermelhas e madrugadas em claro.
Quando eu fugir, vou sem rumo.
Vou de praça em praça, vou de dançarina ou de poeta, vou do pôr-do-sol ao amanhecer.
Quando eu fugir, vou com mentiras.
Vou com amigos imaginários, vou inventando histórias para as pessoas que passam, vou escrevendo diários de alguém que eu não conheço.
Quando eu fugir, vou com palavras soltas.
Vou com sublime, vou com saudades, vou com balões.
Quando eu fugir, vou sem olhar pra trás.
Vou deixando e levando um pouco, vou dizendo para o resto do mundo "Se não posso vê-los, não há quem me prove que existem", vou acreditando só no que posso tocar.
E entre quatro paredes novamente, só existiremos eu e você.
- Mood: peaceful
- Music:Cupido - Maria Rita
Eu disse: "Isso é simples demais. Todo mundo adora sofrer".
Ele respondeu: "As pessoas na verdade adoram o que não têm e sofrem por isso, não?"
Parando pra pensar, é tudo muito frustrante, porque o resultado é sempre o mesmo, você sofre e a culpa é única e exclusicamente sua.
Você aceitou o compromisso.
Você aceitou os laços.
Você não agüentou.
Você cansou de tentar fazer dar certo.
E tudo dói.
Dói quando permanece por não ter coragem de ir embora.
Dói quando vai embora por não ter coragem de tentar fazer dar certo.
Dói quando percebe que o pra sempre era menos que uma vida.
Dói quando as palavras perdem o significado.
Dói quando é esquecido.
Dói quando percebe que esqueceu.
E então nós procuramos o que dói menos. Mas quem sabe isso? No final das contas a gente vai escolher o certo ou o errado, e vai doer do mesmo jeito.
Porque a vida é uma merda. E nós adoramos sofrer.
- Mood:
pissed off - Music:Laugh with - Regina Spektor
She was sitting on the hill with her eyes closed. He knew she had felt his presence as soon as he'd arrived, but made as little noise as possible. He could never disturb that completely peaceful aura that surrounded her and left the tiniest hint of melancholy.
He didn't know she wanted him to disturb it. To be freed of that serenity. To be shaken and awaken and so very alive, just as he was. To be with him. But he didn't seem to notice that, so, despite her wishes, he was the one that let himself be imprisoned by the aloofness. It didn't matter, though. They were together and that was what mattered the most.
She stood just to be closer to him. He saw her eyes open and saw many more years in their depths than there should be. But then she smiled and his heart soared and his hand found hers.
He watched the sun set in her eyes.
- Mood: creative
- Music:Lady - Regina Spektor
Little One, I've been trying.
I know nothing ever happened and nothing ever will. It'll be the way it should be. Because I love you truly and deeply and even madly sometimes and we both know we were never meant to be.
And I love you. I thinks it's your eyes. The way they pull me towards you and make our noses touch and our lips reach for each others. Only reach, though. They'll never find one another. My soul burns.
But maybe it's your hands. As your fingers twine and knot with mine I wonder why you love my hands just as much as I love yours. My soul reaches.
Sometimes I'm almost sure it's your heart. Tainted and full of fear. I almost laugh. You're afraid of me. And I can see it in the way your heart speeds when you pull me closer. You're afraid of yourself just as much as you're afraid of me. You don't trust yourself with me. Though I am the one who pulls away. You tremble. I shiver. Almost. Our souls touch.
- Mood: calm
So, there's this girl, right? And she's totally screwed and she doesn't even know why. She just feels like this person walking with a really big hole in her chest. And there's this boy. A really nice boy who actually talks to her and holds her hand and makes her feel beautiful. And so she thinks that maybe, just maybe, the boy could make that hole go away. That's why she lets herself fall for him, and the strangest thing is he does too! He falls for her harder than she could ever imagine.
And for some time it's just great, you know? She could barely feel the hole, it was as if it wasn't there anymore.
But the thing is. It was. It never went away. And there was nothing the little silly boy could do.
So things got bad. She wanted to be alone. And he wanted to be by her side. She got grumpy and suffocated and he was just clueless. He was there all the time and she kinda got sick of him. And she kinda forgot why she fell in love with him in the first place. And his "I love you's" stopped meaning anything, 'cause it was all the time. And she doesn't feel anything anymore, you know?
And then she tried to let him go. But he didn't want to. And they spent hours talking and sometimes even weeping. And they said "I love you" and they really, really meant it. But it was not enough, she said.
And she broke his heart.
But hers wasn't much better after all.
- Mood:
numb - Music:You could be happy - Snow Patrol
Once I talked and laughed and cried 'till dawn.
Once I was kissed under the stars.
Once I looked back. And regretted.
Once I watched the sunset and wept.
Once I had my heart broken and mended.
Once I walked and walked and didn't find what I was looking for.
Once I cried for no reason at all.
Once I loved a boy.
Once a boy loved me back.
Once I saw a friend crying and my heart ached.
Once I read a silly story and felt whole.
Once I had someone to cry my tears for me.
Once I ran away.
Once I held hands and felt like laughing and kissing and spinning all at the same time.
Once I fell and just didn't have the strength to get up.
Once I thought my soul was missing. But it wasn't really.
Once I recovered. And once I didn't.
Once I was lonely...
- Mood:
nostalgic - Music:Cegos do castelo - Nando Reis
My top 20 favorite songs in the world:
20. All star by Nando Reis. Lucas =D
19. Moça Bonita by Geraldo de Azevedo. Porque Geraldo é Geraldo.
18. 29 by Legião Urbana. Bruno :*
17. Música ambiente by Legião Urbana.
16. On top by The Killers. Rodrigo.
15. I found a reason by Cat Power.
14. Let's get it on by Marvin Gaye. Sugaaaar.
13. Sete cidades by Legião Urbana. Urbana Legio Omnia Vincit.
12. Dream on by Aerosmith.
11. Mais uma vez by Renato Russo.
10. So contagious by Acceptance. 'Cause I'm ridiculous, but you know, whatever.
9. The eldar by Blind Guardian. The first Blind Guardian song I ever heard.
8. Wild is the wind by Cat Power. She's just so wonderfully sad...
7. Zombie by The Cranberries.
6. Ain't no moutain high enough by Marvin Gaye. Memories.
5. Somewhere over the rainbow by Connie Talbot. I admit it, I cried when I first heard it and am not ashamed of it!
4. Velha infância by Tribalistas.
3. Set the fire to the third bar by Snow Patrol. There's no peace that I've found so far.
2. Who wants to live forever by Queen. Simply because I get emotional when I hear "Touch my tears with your lips, touch my world with your fingertips".
1. Shirts and gloves by Dashboard Confessional. 'Cause TV night is lonely without you.
I actually tried to compose a 5 itens list, but nothing ever goes as we plan. Or, at least, as I plan. Anyway, this is my 20 top favorite songs in theory, but there are many others that should be there too, so I think it's just a list with some of my favorite songs in a random order. Download the ones you don't know ;]
- Mood:
blah - Music:Moça Bonita - Geraldo de Azevedo
Lately I've been completely obsessed with Stephen Daldry's The Hours. My mum says I'm crazy, that the movie is too depressing, that all the characters are absolutely insane. And the thing is she is actually right! She got everything right, the movie is depressing and the characters really are insane, but she thinks that's a bad thing and I think that's what makes it appealing (other than Meryl Streep *-*). I even read Mrs Dalloway after watching the movie.
The Hours is based on the novel by Michael Cunningham, which was "inspired" by Virginia Woolf's Mrs. Dalloway.
The movie is basically about three women who are somehow influenced by Virginia Woolf's novel in three different periods of time: Virginia Woolf herself, Laura Brown and Clarissa Vaughan. The three of them are depressed. In 1923, Virginia is writing Mrs Dalloway, having had a nervous breakdown she is forced to move to the countryside and leave her beloved London, Laura Brown is a depressed housewife in the 50's who reads Mrs Dalloway and thinks about suicide, Clarissa Vaughan is compared to Clarissa Dalloway, the novel's protagonist, by her friend Richard, a dying a poet., she is "a hostess and she's incredibly confident [...] And, maybe because she's confident, everyone thinks she's fine... but she isn't" in the words of Laura Brown.
Each of them are somehow trying to find themselves and at some point have to face suicide.
The Hours is a wonderful movie that tries and succeeds in linking 3 different stories about 3 different women in 3 different times.
Title: The Hours
Director: Stephen Daldry
Genre: Drama
Cast: Nicole Kidman (as Virginia Woolf, the depressed writer), Julianne Moore (as Laura Brown, the depressed housewife), Meryl Streep (as Clarissa Vaughan, the depressed hostess).
- Location:Home
- Mood:
hot - Music:Ghost Love Score - Nightwish
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- Mood:
okay - Music:So long, so long - Dashboard Confessional
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- Music:New New York - The Cranberries
No matter what, this is what you love the most.
The evening breeze while you walk in silence, the smell of wet grass while you lay on it, holding hands, hair blowing in the wind, the sound of high heels in an empty corridor, midnight talks, the last piece of pie, long warm hugs/baths, the colors of autumn, tearful goodbyes, strawberry with chocolate, the scent of the rain,The Cranberries and Cat Power, spinning 'till you fall, anyone willing to talk for hours, loud music, crying your heart out and feeling absolutely light afterwards.
No "living happily ever after". Only "Living". That's enough.
That's enough for you.
- Location:Moon
- Mood: calm
- Music:Salvation - The Cranberries
