I don’t stop and I don’t listen to fabulous lies, which sometimes cannot see inside the beautiful being that he insists on hiding.
I dare not lose sight of him, even if coexistence is restricted, almost lost.
I see in him my reflection of years ago, as if seeing me reflected in an inverted mirror of years that do not come back.
I can say that a friend like this is sometimes as difficult as the long awaited soulmate I need.
But with a friendship like his, it’s like I’m accepted for the inside and the outside, because the most difficult in this story, was to have met someone out there.
In a world that did not even belong to us, that is, in the northern hemisphere, away from all and from luck.
Love of all
The kiss of two was not to be forbidden or hidden, nor was it to be shocking or ignorant, it was supposed to be just a kiss of two lovers.
Two men or two women who love each other and do not feel ashamed of anything, life needs diversity between two beings who love each other.
Maybe for all they should disappear from the world, do not have a life, and leave the scene.
But who knows what happens when two equal beings decide to love each other completely and equate in sex the love that extends between two equal beings and not opposed?
We won’t understand the love of two men and two women, because we don’t have the power of life that is unequal to the not equal to all.
Having to love the same and not the opposite is strange for all, but for the others, very common among all.
Some prefer to say that opposites attract, but in this case the same can and should love too.
Because they face everything and everyone in the name of love, even the same and not opposite, they do not think of the misery of the world, but of the love of all.
Sometimes almost always
Sometimes almost always I change my opinion, especially when I go without options or even when I lose myself going the wrong way.
We cannot always be the same as others and how boring would it be if it were true, I would like then to move to Mars.
Sometimes almost always, I fall in love by the wrong person, not always almost never, I let myself be carried away by the madness of knowing if she was my type or if it was just me playing a loving type, by the wrong person, who comes in and out of my life without adding anything.
Sometimes almost always, I feel outraged if I can’t feel anything for the absent being.
The one who crosses the road in search of a ride or even when you're lost without a penny.
I don’t know if I'm crazy or make little case of everyone, but these truths do not move me today, nor almost never.
Sometimes almost always, I get angry with myself, because I do not lose the fear of anything, nothing scares me or amazes me.
In this life I lead, almost always as if it were the last, because if it is really the last I don’t even want to know.
I think they deceived me up there, in heaven, when I came here to test life on earth and not pay for the mistakes of others, which almost never become right.
And almost always, I end up taking the blame.
Rain
Only a shower from the rain to wash my soul, which calls for the sky to wash everything bad that impregnates my body and take it all like that, leaving me practically brand new.
Sometimes despair that plagues does not delay and shows a crazy life in the despair of the world, I have no lines, but now I need a little glory, in this crazy life of the crooked individual.
I run and call for mercy, I think the gods hear me and cry.
And intervene for me, washing everything around me, I don’t think I did right to wait for so long, I should have clamored for this aid soon, not just now.
Hectic lives that come together and separate, and make us crazy and with no memory of anything.
I don’t remember how I got here, but the lapse of my memory must have an explanation or not.
The rain continues with full force, washing and taking one by one my despairs, I lose my bearings, but I realize that I cry at the same time, thus washing my soul on the outside and on the inside.
Life renews the glory.
Scarce
A Freedom I won when in your arms I fell upon.
It sounds funny, but the truth is that I have never felt freedom greater than a hug, which was not by chance, but studied and very well spoken.
I really wanted to belong to you.
Our meetings are scarce, but I can reserve to you everything that life brings and I don’t take our affair as a small affair, that does not reach only devotion but love from other lives.
Hold me whenever it’s needed.
I believe that we are happy with each other, you have the lightness of look and open arms to save me.
I am freedom in person, ready to help you.
Together we do not belong to anyone in particular, but separated we are strong to wish our hug until love falls in exhaustion.
Light and beauty, strength and delicacy, it can take us to the stars of the sky and to the depths of the sea.
When we were together, life outside passes slowly.
But here together, me and you not only pass, we are a lightning that unites the sky and the earth, force of nature.
Future of the world
If I could rewrite the history of the world I would try to change the facts, so that everyone reached actual happiness, and would not allow certain atrocities that led people around the world to suffer a life by the neglect of all.
But I wonder if doing that would be helping humanity and its growth, or perhaps would make me the tormentor of the world changing God's plan?
Perhaps it could be getting worse and causing a non-like chaos, and all would suffer consequences that I could not describe here.
Because everyone's life would be too catastrophic to imagine in a simple blink.
Really true is that I have no power of anything, much less of knowing where the world really should be at this moment in everyone's life.
If a mere human could choose and dictate the future of the world.
The worst punishment
The worst punishment I’ve had in life was to have kept myself alive, that can really be said to have ended me.
Killed me and I'm still alive, wasting away slowly, I lost everything I longed to conquer, until I didn’t die in front of everyone and all could witness.
What a senseless death, but everyone knows that this death is not by chance, but a request, denied from my own destiny to have had a lot of failed expectations in life.
A life that passed way too fast.
With no love on arrival and girlfriend kisses, like our life’s poet said, which was brief, Cazuza.
Maybe I won’t be understood now and not in a millennium, but one day, to everyone's amazement when I’m gone, the truths I’ve poetized will make a sense to someone.
This I prophecy.
Eyes
The eyes may be the reason of the soul.
If it’s sold, they may look sad and not bold.
If happily we can see the immensity of life, which never sleeps and always shows us a future more than merciful.
Eyes say everything that the soul hidden within the being cannot say.
Without the eyes of will, how will we know to distinguish good from evil?
We cannot judge eyes hiding behind glasses, and from the calls that sometimes take forever to reach.
We can see very far if so we want to see, not run away and not regret what might happen, if our vision is not our good will.
Loving eyes often just want to see the best of being.
Love can blind and may cause incurable diseases, such as jealousy and betrayal, which we often pretend not to see or perceive.
The soul may want to see the best of a lifetime and our eyes are the mirror that matter grants us in this life.
Take good care of them and try to use them wisely, the worst b
lind is the one who does not want to see.
Other half
I think I wasn’t made for anyone, my other half forgot to come into the world as well.
I stayed only in the promise of warm summer nights, alone sitting on the beach, searching in the heat of night the emotion that passed delirious right next to me.
If not for this crowd of people in the world looking for someone, I think I would ask everyone to see me with other eyes as well.
But as I have no one, I then look at everyone looking for someone.
Confusing to know that they have forgotten me there on the yonder.
Why didn’t they make my half when there was yet my full part, waiting to be broken before my arrival?
Now I wander out there waiting for someone who still loves me.
I'll be back as many times as necessary, until this other part, meant to say my soul mate, goes back with me on the same journey.
I won’t forfeit being happy even if it is to rub my nose on my soulmate.
Who must feel the same as I, alone without knowing where I stuck myself into, when all I wanted was only to have another somebody.
Plan A
Why so many doubts?
Why so many disagreements in life?
Not everything is easy but also impossible it won’t be, you don’t want to waste energy everywhere, nor with everyone, then why is it that you came into the world?
For true love to crave and maybe find.
I foresee in the depths of your being that happiness is a whim, not all will find it and others let it go without even realizing it, life that confuses and leaves us unknowing.
Take care of yourself, every time you need to leave and go to the world.
You can rotate, but will fall in the same place.
This we know by heart, plan B exists, but why plan A does not seem to work?
Questions and doubts that will pursue us for all the time of our existence, no one wants at the final point of life a savorless life and with no adventures.
We want to look back and realize that nothing was in vain, I may very well be who I am, maybe someday this way of mine will be the perfect they all seek, that I crave.
Secret and sacred
In my dreams is the only place where I still dare to look for you, the only safe place where our love will be able to thrive, it is not easy to wait every night to find you, but this place is secret and sacred.
No one would dare be suspicious of the two of us here, where only the souls that truly love each other can love freely without fear of getting hurt.
You didn’t say anything and just held my hand, and pulled me here, together in this place we can now walk in the vastness of this beautiful love.
Who could imagine the two of us here together again, where love does not get sick, does not stop breathing, only lives and smiles with the intensity of your gaze, for me, this is our secret to the end of our time.
So many things so many
So many things to keep, so many things to hide, so many things to clean and to know.
So many things to reveal, so many things to spend, so many things to show and to learn.
So many things to love, and so many things to learn, so many things to give and to take.
So many things to study, so many things to crave, and so many things to sing and to understand.
I have so many things yet to try in this life, without the time that life asks I think it’s impossible to live all these things that life stops.
One day I’ll still do it all and a little more, or then come back in the next with more breath, to run in front of everyone and let nothing escape.
If I'm still here it’s because I believe I still have some time to spend, and to learn, I like to know that all is not lost in this life of so many things so many.
Truths of every day
Let the truth always be said and not ill said, hidden or disregarded, the truth is good and feeds us with the force of life, who wants a life without glory or injuries?
Life needs justice and also cannot be forgotten, lies can give us a knot in the head and not let the best happen, so that the truth today and tomorrow always wins, the lie that fled ashamed of strangers that profaned it.
I appreciate the truth that today I wait, it comes nervous often, terrified of people who feel nothing and prefer to hide it or even ignore it.
I do want the truth as my ally, for the many who do not know anything, to experience our truth of every day, that one is good and quiet, and makes life a good life every day.
Black veil
The veil that covers me is black or perhaps lends me invisible, because through it you do not see me, do not spot me, nor can you predict that without it our love would contain itself.
It would be sublime as in the movies that we enjoyed when we were young, and love still promised to be real.
Today I know that I wander around covered by time and dusty from waiting, I guess I don’t even get there, but maybe the last veil falls and you surprised, recognizes me and takes me to your castle, away from everything that didn’t work.
Doesn’t hurt to try, I think I chase you even without seeing, because behind this black cloth I am complete and almost perfect.
If you see me and touch me, it may be that I become a superstar or something like that just to impress you.
Love cannot be explained, much less the love that comes from within, I can pass close to you as many times as destiny wants, but one day you find me and you get me out of this one forever.
With the black veil that covered me, love was not a guarantee, but my heart yes, this one beat only when I sensed you around.
The existence of all
Slavery and freedom meet and frightened ask, how and why live so free, how and why live so bound?
Why and how not to be, how to belong to a single place, person or work?
Be free to conquer people, loves and places.
With a face of few friends the enraged slavery perceives a light, a glow that only freedom is capable of emanating.
I do not like adventures if I am and belong to something or someone I make myself safe, I am afraid of the unknown and I don’t know another way of being or belonging to only one.
The two ways of living have a reason to be, there would not be freedom without the existence of slavery allowed and consented, which torments and frightens, but can be of great help to many who aspire being free and happy.
This freedom fears one day to be so free and to vanish without a trace, not be remembered and be forgotten, unblinkingly it asks for slavery to never cease existing, even if one day life does not join them again, now they understand the existence of all.
Love otherworld
Our love started from afar, crossed the horizon and found you, I think it was written or it was fate to find you.
Love traveled before the two of us so we could love each other, and do not think about after, nor before, nor now.
With you far or near I was not afraid, because love like this foreigner makes us feel whole and happy, love never actually told me where it would take me, but toasted me with the pleasant surprise of choosing someone worthy of the intensity of loving.
I think every day when I wake up and fall asleep that our distance only makes us burn our meetings in the paradise of dreams, where I can kiss you and feel how much you make me happy.
I'm not sure of the day we will be together otherworld, but I who waited and covered my soul, one day I believe that everything will work out, the only truth that I carry is that you was meant to be one, and I another, together to love each other.
Loving being
We suffer inside when cloudy we seem, but when the reverse happens, the heat and desire consumes us within.
The sun that burns the face, the sun that retains the soul and the ardent face, we need to feel alive from the inside to the outside with the heat that does not tarry.
We tend to doubt the evil that surrounds our enlightened and nake
d auras, when the evil that perpetuates surrounds the naked soul.
The sun can burn and scorch our face even without meaning to, do not let the magic of this day die, and enjoy every day even when cloudy we seem.
Outside cloudy the day, inside a warmth that I cannot stand.
I need to find the season of the year that convinces me whenever I live a sun on the inside. I'm the hottest star around my loving being.
Blue all over you
When I think of the blue of the sky or of the blue of the sea, I think of being with you inside this blue sea or lost in the blue sky. I love this blue, all over you.
I think that the blue of the sky has a little piece of you and gives me an immense pleasure, because blue is also the color of your eyes in the blue of the deep sea, which we cannot capture, but are there to prove the peace of your gaze.
My favorite color also couldn’t fail to be the color that conveys the beauty of the earth as seen from above, who doesn’t know that your beauty is rare and blue, doesn’t know anything or nothing around the immensity of the blue earth.
How eternal I feel sharing with you my favorite color that must prevail.
Even when I die and in the skies I lie, and allow that life had its color of peace, which it was sworn to be white, but really deep down the blue was everything to me.
From sea to sky from sky to space.
Blue all over you.
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