Inspiration

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Lights

She was not like everyone.

Long passed since she discovered
that her past was haunting her days
guiding her actions, leading her thoughts
leaving marks along the way.

She felt something was wrong
she prayed for it to be gone
no answers, only questions
she ran away without possessions.

Her mind was perforated
doomed, consumed by hatred
her body carried all her scars
she gave her soul to the stars.

In agony and misbelief
she thought of a better trick
gave herself to the nights
hidden from all the lights.

All no one could ever see
was the truth she could not flee
her wounds were still bleeding
her soul chained in tearing.

One step further away
she thought to keep it straight
her body still hurting
her mind still suffering.

Her truth once spoken
now left it all broken
her past treated as the wrong deal
When in fact
they simply did not know her for real.

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Mundana

Bate dentro
bate forte
bate pra todo lado.

Bate em mim
bate nele
bate pra ver cair.

Violenta a alma
arrebenta a pele
regozija em prazer.

A mente insana
o corpo árduo
o querer da vingança.

Bateu nela
bateu mais
não saciou.

O nó na garganta
a confusão mundana
transmissão de culpa.

Violência que segue
em mente, agora, em pele
sem razão nem questão.

Marcas de uma vida
pensada ser resolvida
abertas
numa alma pra sempre ferida.

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Strength

Be strong today, my love
You may need it.
Show me what your power is
Take it with you.

Don’t think about those worries, my dear
They only bring you sorrow.
Forget what they say, my dear
Remember there’s always tomorrow.

Let the day bring you light, my love
And the sunset take away your tears.
Remember a new day will rise, my love
Let it go of all these fears.

Repeat it after me, my dear
I am, I accept, I deserve.
Recall these words from me, my dear
Sit down and observe.

The world around you will change, my love
That’s something you cannot control.
You can always grow bigger, my love
Once you start, you’ll see, it rolls.

Your power is stronger than you know, my dear
You can make it better, you’ll see
It may sound like it will never go, my dear
Just give it time, don’t flee.

I wish you good luck with living, my love
I wish you happiness and peace.
May you discover your best, my love
May you find your soul at ease.

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Campos

No meio da neblina matutina, ele caminhou decisivo.

Pensamentos embaralhados, uma jornada incompleta.
Nada em seu caminho o perturbava, apenas a mistura dentro de si.
Seus planos, suas ideias, seus amores.
Tudo e nada fazia sentido.
Ao mesmo tempo, intensamente.
Sabia que uma decisão havia de ser tomada, porém às variáveis devia-se considerar.

“O que dirá ela?”, pensou.
“Quais tormentos a tira o sono?”, perguntou-se.
Queria de tudo saber.

Seus passos constantes, sua respiração gelada.
Há muito não se sentia assim perturbado e há muito não se deixava levar.
Sua alma havia sido tomada por perguntas que não se permitia responder desde que ela se fora.
Seu coração, tomado e abandonado, lhe concediam pouco mais do que esperança.
Não quis desistir.

No meio da neblina matutina, ele respirou fundo.
Deixou o ar gelado da manhã de outono preencher seu corpo.
Sentiu o cheiro do mato, ainda congelado pela cerração da noite.
Ouviu os pingos distantes do derretimento do gelo.
Abriu seus braços.

Pediu ao universo que o levasse, que dissipasse sua agonia.
Sua alma estava enamorada, sua amada distante.
Tudo lhe parecia perdido.
Tudo lhe havia sido tirado.

Suas possibilidades então falidas
Ressurgiram, assim, das cinzas.
À imagem dela distorcida
Ao toque de suas mãos vazias.
Tocou-lhe a face, retornou à realidade.
Perguntou se apenas o sonho lhe faltava.

Entregou-se ao seu abraço
“Pra sempre?”, pediu ligeiro.
“Pra sempre!”, respondeu-lhe meigo.
Partiram, pois, a caminhar juntos
Na estrada, na vida.
Num querer contínuo, firme e adjunto.

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Enfim

Me leve ao teu encontro, amor
me deixes sem ar
mostre-me que não há mais nada, amor
faça-me sonhar.

Deixe a nossa mistura, bem
dar flores sob o luar
veja que coisa pura, bem
viver sem conspirar.

Traga o seu passaporte, amor
juntos vamos viajar
vamos encontrar nós mesmos, amor
vamos nos encantar.

Olha que coisa mais linda, bem
aquele canto ali
espie todos os lados, bem
não me deixes aqui.

Vejas que surpresa boa, amor
estarmos juntos assim
sozinhos nessa floresta, amor
vivendo e rindo enfim.

Vejas que surpresa triste, amor
o enfermo que está a chegar
prometas ficar comigo, amor
eu prometo tentar me alegrar

O tempo já foi e breve, bem
me estão chamando de lá
mantenhas a alma leve, bem
mas não te apresses a voar.

Agradeço o nosso tempo juntos, amor
mas chegou Serafim
Vou com ele sem esquecer-te, amor
contigo estou até o teu fim.

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Sight

There is a story about a boy who was always climbing trees. He would walk the forests and the hills seeking the tallest it could ever be. When he came saw a tall one, he climbed it and checked out the view. But nothing pleased his sight. Nothing was good enough.

One day, while walking in foreign lands he spotted a very tall tree. Its peak disappeared in the clouds and its branches were long and firm. “This is it”, thought the boy, “I’ve found it!”. He ran to find its roots so he could make his way up. He walked and walked towards his dream.
Night fell, a new day came.

He continued with his mission, he didn’t give up. There was nothing else on his mind. He’d been dreaming about that tree his whole life. He needed to climb it, he felt it in his veins. He had to discover what was on its peak.

One morning, a week later, the kid woke up and saw the tree was gone. There was no sight of it, it’d vanished. “Is it the mist?”, he thought, “Have I gone in the wrong direction?”, he wondered. He had more questions than answers.
He sat down and wept.

The kid then felt tired. He was alone and thirsty and hungry. He looked back and around and didn’t recognise anything. He didn’t know where he was.
He then saw himself lost.

The tree was nowhere to be found. To reach its top was his dream, but his journey was led by a blind obsession. Of all the trees along the way, all beautiful rivers and mountains, the kid saw nothing of it.
They were simply forgotten and unseen.

All the possibilities he could have seen. The different sights, the beauty to the eyes. He’d missed it all, he’d lost himself. And now, alongside it all, the only thing he thought would give him pleasure had also disappeared.
His dream was gone.

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Safe Place

She closed her eyes for a second to process the words.

Her mind wandered, fleeing to find her safe place.
The beach, the wind, the sand. The sound of the waves.
Suddenly, it was all gone and she was standing there happy again.
Her safe place had the power of taking her where nothing else could and bringing her joy whenever danger was imminent.
This time, there was no danger, but great sorrow.

She felt the moment, the wind, the sounds.
She saw, then, her face in the distance.
Wrinkled, aged, full of memories and the marks of time.
Her fragile hair flowing with the wind unveiled those friendly eyes that gazed at her.
She saw movement, but she couldn’t reach it.

Stuck in the sand, her feet were not hers anymore.
She tried to scream, tell her to run.
No words came out.
When the storm came, she soaked in.
And the image in the distance disappeared.

The beach, the safe place, didn’t not feel so homey anymore.
No longer in peace, all consumed by rain.
There were more clouds, more hail and snow.
The sunshine was gone.
Safety had then disappeared.

With the safe place gone, she came back to reality
Her eyes wide open, her mind racing in circles.
She stared at the one in front of her.
“It will be okay”, it was said.
More tears, more misbelief.

The inner peace that once lived within
Chose now to be somewhere cloudy
Her safe place was no longer in rhythm
Instead, had to learn how to live without it.

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Clouds

He thought of giving up
he felt there was no solution
his heart was beating fast
his mind without disruption.

Such a little time, he knew
such a long life, he felt
so much yet unknown, he thought
can I discover the rest, he asked.

As her hand touched his head
and her fingers reached his scalp
only one feeling was there
yet nothing could come about.

He feared the discovery
give it away, lose himself
beyond appearances and stories
chose to remain a book in a shelf.

Her soft hands slowly distanced
backed off in all the pain
his sighs did not fulfilled
her ears, her heart or her veins.

No comprehension was found
his heart was yet full
but chose it in every round
to trust in silence, like a fool.

Her heart yet so joyful
No longer wished to doubt
Remained, thus, hopeful
of love, of clarity
of a day without clouds.

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Que nem caqui

Maria, Maria

No raiar do sol do dia
chega cheia de harmonia
traz beleza e cantoria 
domina a melodia. 

Que bom é que era
encontrar com a Maria 
ouvir de sua alegria 
encantar-se como quisera.

Maria um dia entristeceu
não disse o que aconteceu 
fechou-se, emudeceu 
não cantou o canto seu. 

Maria passou a vir aos poucos
bom dia baixinho, nada jocoso
olhar abatido, meio ansioso
tudo muito silencioso. 

Um dia a notícia saiu 
a Maria, a nossa psiu
nunca mais verá quem uma vez a viu.

Maria achou que era amor
pensou que fosse pra sempre
maria não segurou a dor
tornou-se então paciente.

Maria, mulher, já se foi
pelas mãos de um Zé matança 
maria, porém, é só mais uma 
que, por nós, ficará na lembrança.

Tantos casos de Maria 
tantas marias por aí
nas repetições de misoginia
contaremos os mesmos casos
que nem contamos caqui.

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Terrenos

Não havia perdão
comparação
ou sequer explicação
pro que se estava a concretizar.

A separação havia sido feita
há tempos, e de mau tempo vivia
de um lado, a colheita
do outro, a terra seca.

Falar no assunto nunca se podia
crime, até, se consideraria
tal testemunho não valia
era sinonimo de patifaria.

Na leviandade precoce
deixou todo o resto de lado
grudou no confiado
e se entregou ao que julgou doce.

Passado jocoso
cheio de estórias
pensamentos e memórias
presente que virou
um nada saudoso.

Agora não há mais o quê
a terra seca cansou de se molhar sozinha
de ver a colheita de graça receber
todas as divisões no passar da linha.

Terra seca, terra seca
não te olhes para os lados
não te preocupes com o que não lhes é ordenado
aches já a tua represa.

Terra seca tem coração
terra seca tem sentimento
terra seca só requer atenção
regada de bom julgamento.

Terra seca, pois, partiu
decidiu banhar-se de chuva
de se assentar mais em quem cuida
e não em quem a substituiu.

E quem sabe, um dia
renascerá da terra seca
a vida que tanto insistia
em ter por vez
tudo aquilo que sempre queria.

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