terça-feira, 24 de fevereiro de 2009

Our Love has changed.

“Our love has changed… It’s not the same...”

Continua. Tu sabes que sim, tu conheces o resto.

Mas achas que continua verdade? Sinceramente, eu acho que não.

Eu disse que ia ser bom, ia ser fácil. A distância ia ajudar os reencontros. Não íamos ter tempo para guerras. Eu ia olhar para ti e esquecer tudo o que me incomoda. Mas já não consigo. Já não é igual. Tens dado provas disso, constantemente. Não somos só nós, a falar e a ouvir, a partilhar com gosto. Eu acho que falo e que não me ouves. Acho que tu falas e que já só te ouço “porque sim”. E não faz sentido.

E por mais que me apeteça sair deste sufoco, ir lá fora gritar tudo, chamar-te e explodir, com tudo o que me vai na alma, sei que iria deitar tudo a perder se o fizesse. E por isso aguento.

Mas mantenho-me fiel à promessa que fiz. Estou a “compartimentalizar”, a racionalizar, a guardar na gaveta aquelas coisas que me incomodam e sobre as quais não me posso debruçar agora. Sublinhado no “agora”.

Porque eu quero debruçar-me sobre este assunto. Eu preciso. Já me disseram para deixar correr. Eu deixei e não deu resultado. Desta tem mesmo que ser. E não sou só eu que o digo. Por isso espero. Espero até poder dizê-lo acompanhada.

Não penses nisto como um ataque, mas antes numa chamada à realidade. É o que os amigos fazem.

E peço-te, por favor, que esperes também. Não é muito. Não é metade do que tive que esperar.

sexta-feira, 13 de fevereiro de 2009

To do or not to do?

Some people are thinkers.
Some people are doers.
My cousin Tommy and I are more of the thinking kind, I think.
But today, we're doing! We got on a plane heading Brussels and we're about to have a long weekend (ending Tuesday) with our aunt Isabel and my aunt, his grandmother, Luísa!
Skipping class, flying "solo", travelling all by ourselves for the very first time!
Partially exciting, partially frightening. But 100% doing!

(Don't ask why I decided to write in English, I just did. I felt like it so I did it! Because, today, I'm a doer!)

segunda-feira, 9 de fevereiro de 2009

The Invitation.

It doesn't interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for,and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.


It doesn't interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool
for love, for your dreams,for the adventure of being alive.


It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring
your moon. I want to know if you have touched
the centre of your own sorrow, if you have been opened
by life's betrayals or have become
shrivelled and closed from fear of further pain.


I want to know if you can sit with pain,mine or your own,
without moving to hide itor fade it or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy mine or your own,
if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy
fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning us to be careful,
be realistic,remember the limitations of being human.


It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true.
I want to know if you can
disappoint another to be true to yourself.
If you can bear the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.


I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty every day,
and if you can source your own life from its presence.


I want to know if you can live with failure,
yours and mine, and still stand at the edge of the lake and shout
to the silver of the full moon,"Yes."


It doesn't interest me to know where you live,
or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after the night of grief and despair,weary and bruised to the bone,
and do what needs to be done to feed the children.


It doesn't interest me who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand in the centre of the fire
with me and not shrink back.


It doesn't interest me where or what
or with whom you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you from the inside
when all else falls away.


I want to know if you can be alone with yourself,
and if you truly like the company
you keep in the empty moments

© Oriah Mountain Dreamer, from the book The Invitation
published by HarperSanFrancisco, 1999

Vem....O resto não interessa!

quarta-feira, 4 de fevereiro de 2009

I Am Understood...

Sometimes it's embarrassing to talk to you
To hold a conversation with the only one who sees right through
This version of myselfI try to hide behind
I'll bury my face because my disgrace will leave me terrified

And sometimes I'm so thankful for your loyalty
Your love regardless of
The mistakes I make will spoil me
My confidence is, in a sense, a gift you've given me
And I'm satisfied to realize you're all I'll ever need

You looked into my life and never stopped
And you're thinking all my thoughts
Are so simple, but so beautiful
And you recite my words right back to me
Before I even speak
You let me know, I am understood



Chamo-lhe "Friend's song"