O vulto no espelho era seu próprio reflexo.
Reflexos
O vulto no espelho era seu próprio reflexo.
Life told in chapters
Uma cama
um quarto
uma mesa de estudos.
Um cheiro
um chamego
olhos fechados.
Um feixe de luz
um bocejo
um bom dia com beijo.
Um dia a mais
um carinho
um papo diferente.
Uma visão
dois futuros
dois caminhos diferentes.
Uma decisão
uma divisão
dois inseguros.
Um bilhete de ida
uma lágrima caída
uma esperança no coração.
Um amor nascido
criado e fortalecido
em dois
agora divididos.
I saw a place crowded with souls
there were skulls and fingers and teeth
I saw a place filled with tragedy
traces of a tears and blood and sweat.
The smell was still in the air
remaining still undercover
their pain ripping apart my own soul
through barber wires and chains and ropes.
The place where once carried the horror
now brings money and questions
why and how could this all have happened?
weren’t they just human beings?
what fault justifies such cruelty?
I saw a place that can never be unseen
I saw souls hanging around the trees
I saw trees carrying those souls with them
And in me
it now lies
a witness of a horror to never forget.
I sit in a bus with a fixed destination
I sit in a seat which thousands have tried
I stare outside looking for clues
Where am I? I ask myself.
The music out of my EarPods leads my mind
To the place where no one else enters
I glance at the screen inside the vehicle
Nothing interesting, just distractions.
I look again outside
I hunt hints
I miss loved ones
I think of the future
I fear uncertainties
I drift in my mind.
I remember, at last
There is no ground
No sky and no wind
Which could stop me from moving
Which could kill my motion.
And for that and for more
I’m heading south today
But most frequently
I’m nowhere to be found.