domingo, 25 de outubro de 2015

All You Never Say



You've been searching
Have you found many things?
Time for learning
Why have I not learnt a thing?

Words with no meaning
Have kept me dreaming
But they don't tell me anything

All you never say is that
You love me so
All I'll never know is
If you want me oh
If I only could look into your mind
Maybe then I'd find a sign
Of all I want to hear you say to me
To me

Are you uncertain?
Or just scared to drop your guard?
Have you been broken?
Are you afraid to show your heart?
Life can be unkind
But only sometimes
You're giving up before you start

All you never say is that
You love me so
All I'll never know is
If you want me oh
If I only could look into your mind
Maybe then I'd find a sign
Of all I want to hear you say to me
To me

All you never say is that
You love me so
All I'll never know is
If you want me oh
If I only could look into your mind
Maybe then I'd find a sign
Of all I want to hear you say to me
To me

(Birdy and Rhodes)

sexta-feira, 16 de outubro de 2015

Viver…uma questão de tudo ou nada!



O dia começa cedo e acaba tarde.
Tudo se precipita e sobrepõe.
E o dia (esse malvado que teima em ter apenas 24 horas)…acaba da mesma forma que começa.
Tudo se precipita e sobrepõe…até serenar.
E quando serena…um silêncio incomum invade o meu espaço. 
Deixo-me cair, ausente de forças, para o sofá. 
Olho o teto e respiro fundo. 
A minha respiração ofegante, o meu coração acelerado e o silêncio, quase ensurdecedor, parecem invadir-me. 
Conto até 3. 
Conto até 10. 
Conto até 100...quantas vezes forem precisas. 
Deixo descansar... 
...a mulher, 
...a mãe, 
...a profissional. 
Paro. 
Obrigo-me a parar. 
Obrigo-me a ter tempo, 5 minutos que sejam, para parar.
Respiro fundo.
Recomponho-me. 
Olho em meu redor.
O mundo lá está.
Igual.
Eu?
Mais forte.
Serena.
Com energia redobrada.
Respiro fundo e sorrio.
Deito-me.
Amanhã é um novo dia para...
...a mulher, 
...a mãe, 
...a profissional. 
E cada novo dia encerra em si a grande responsabilidade de viver.
De viver à séria!
De viver…Com tudo o que temos...em cada coisa.
Com tudo o que somos...no mínimo que fazemos.
Sem meio-termo
Sem freios ou pé no travão.
Sem mais ou menos.
Com tudo...ou nada.
Porque viver é muito mais que sobreviver.

(Crónica Publicada na Revista Limiana N.º42)

 

domingo, 11 de outubro de 2015

Gravity


Something always brings me back to you.
It never takes too long.
No matter what I say or do
I'll still feel you here 'til the moment I'm gone.

You hold me without touch.
You keep me without chains.
I never wanted anything so much
Than to drown in your love and not feel your rain.

Set me free,
Leave me be.
I don't wanna fall another moment into your gravity
Here I am and I stand so tall, just the way I'm supposed to be.
But you're on to me and all over me.

Oh, you loved me 'cause I'm fragile
When I thought that I was strong.
But you touch me for a little while
And all my fragile strength is gone.

I live here on my knees
As I try to make you see
That you're everything I think I need here on the ground.

But you're neither friend nor foe
Though I can't seem to let you go.
The one thing that I still know is that you're keeping me down.

(Sara Bareilles)