If you can see
In my eyes
The love I feel
For thou
Then you must see
The pain I feel
For not having you
In my arms

You are a far away dream
That I can’t seem to make come true

I remember
Every day
Our last kiss
But when I reach for you
You fall

If I could have
One wish right now
I would give you happiness
And peace

Or if you prefer an adventure
I could change my name
And we could move to Mars
And I would give you every day
All the shouting stars

So we could wish together
For it all to be right
And for nothing ever
To pull us apart

Ice Cream / Dear Diary

Today I died again… It was harder than I thought, but easier than the first time.
I was shaking for a few minutes and my heart refused to stop.
There was a gun; there were three men; a bullet and life I had not lived completely.

My friends hate when I say that I won’t have a long life. And all though I always felt that was the truth; every time I die I think “not now”, “it is not time yet”.

So I get this borrowed time. No questions asked, no forms to fill, no waiting lists. Just extra time.

First I didn’t understand why.
So I had a chance to save some one and I knew then that the time I borrowed wasn’t for me. As I know now, that this time, it isn’t also.

Today I thought I could change it all. I thought I could stop time and make everything finely right. It was all just a mountain, a river and a bus away…

But it was time that stopped for me.

And now I say:
"You like ice cream…
I guess I can try to be cold".

Looping

You wander if you are the one
I dream
You wander if I want you
I dream
You wander if I love you
I do… I do dream a lot
You wander if I’m yours
I wake
You dream
I wake you
and turn our lives into a dream

Alberto

Fazia com que todos tivessem vontade de chacoalha-lo.

Tantas vezes tentei virar tudo , para ver se ele notava.

No domingo ele pintou o quarto e continuou a contar moedas.

“Travesseiro com forma humana!” Ele achava o máximo estas coisas “úteis”. Só não foi capaz de descobrir que podia sonhar.

Ele deve ter passado os últimos 20 anos acordado, pensando que cor ficaria melhor na parede e com quantos paus se mantém um casamento.

Patrícia

Rodava o seu filme particular tradicional, da semana passada, na cabeça.

“Jardim de chá deixa as vértebras vermelhas”
“Jabuticabas são quase neutras”

“Desde que não se engula os caroços”, respondeu Gabriel.

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Um livro novo, algumas gotas de chá e 3 colheres de açúcar mascavo.

Not one day goes by without regret

Deve ser por isso que ela começou a ter gastrites absurdas depois da “segunda guerra”. – Era assim que chamava os grandes relacionamentos desfeitos, eram “guerras”.

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Ele me fumava,
“macadâmia” dizia
E eu “guin”,
para ouvir palavras doces

Alberto

Achava um absurdo as contradições de Eloiza e contava, toda noite, as moedinhas para o café (da manhã) na padaria da esquina.

Ela achava que, isso sim, não era normal.

Gringolet

Gringo-leite
With no new “verde havianis”
But my last unblossomed flower, in his hand.
He was her dream of happiness and I was not going to stand in the way.
The real “American dream”
across an ocean and a few rivers.