Dissolução

De Noite

Movia-se de noite. Na penumbra das luzes amarelas.
Nas paredes amarelas do arquivo observavam-se as sombras, sombras que dançavam fluidas. De formas e contornos diversos. Serpenteavam por entre as espessuras das paredes procurando mais alto. Tentando elevar-se e elevar o conjunto.

Mas nada, nada se destacava mais que ela. Ela que flutuava. Em consonância com o ar, com a brisa e com a noite escura levemente animada ao som da música da guitarra.
Movia-se, arrastando consigo o vestido branco que ondulava preguiçosamente, como que suportada pelo ar. Não lhe seguia o olhar, nem poderia… Estava para além de si, estava para além de mim.

Something New

Swept Away

I want to hold the hand inside you
I want to take a breath that's true
I look to you and I see nothing
I look to you to see the truth
You live your life
You go in shadows
You'll come apart and you'll go blind
Some kind of light into your darkness
Colors your eyes with what's not there.

Fade into you
Strange you never knew
Fade into you
I think it's strange you never knew

A stranger's light comes on slowly
A stranger's heart without a home
You put your hands into your head
And then smiles cover your heart

Fade into you
Strange you never knew
Fade into you
I think it's strange you never knew

Fade into you
Strange you never knew
Fade into you
I think it's strange you never knew
I think it's strange you never knew

Mazzy Star

Karma

There was nothing left but a very skinny black cat.

Well...
She was saving tears anyway.


(Blindfolded)

(Un)happy End

This is a happy end
'Cause you don't understand
Everything you have done
Why's everything so wrong?
This is a happy end
Come and give me your hand
I'll take you far away...
(Yael Naim)

The beach foam

Choose a place.
Any place. Try to picture you there. Why would you?
I can think of so many reasons. For the reasons themselves matter. They matter because they mean. And the meaning itself is the perfect reason to be considered.
I can think of many places, but I don’t want to go to none of them. Is it wrong? For the place to be livable it doesn’t need much, it doesn’t need at all. It doesn’t have to.
I tried to picture it. It was rather easy. The colors and the feelings. But all was soften so quickly, so easily. Like the heat waves that I used to see in between the dreams.

Once, not so long ago, I used to pictured myself as the beach foam. Not that there was any reason why I should picture myself. It seems even a bit forged, but I use to do that. However it took me very little time to realize: if I ever had to do that I would be nothing more than a wave. Those soft and swift, those that would take your breath away and return it to you in the same moment, suffocating as the heat or, if you rather, submerging with the inexplicably power of the waters. Endless. Yes, that’s exactly the point. I would never be endless, not to me, not to you.
But, you being the feeling of me, couldn’t we, just for a bit, keep it here, pretend we didn’t foreseen its passage and keep floating? Pretend.
I would rather fold all the assumptions and breathe the clean cold air of the dawn, for I haven’t felt it yet.