Whoever listens you breathing in the night
And reads your words, expressions of your soul, when you can’t sleep
Whoever dreams you and feels your touch in times of pain

To whoever share intense thoughts with you on those cold winter mornings
When the sun is rising and the sounds of nature begin to be heard
To whoever learn your lessons of living, and ways of surviving

Lucky arms those that surround your body and find the strength to follow unknown paths because you’re the guiding light
To whoever lives you, my poem and my thoughts


Imagem: SubterfugeMalaises (Deviantart.com)

I feel lonely, devastating sorrow crosses my path
I feel like I don’t belong here
And often I think how I’d like to disappear forever
Become an eagle so I could fly far away
To see what my dying heart wishes to see,
All that I wanted to feel, break chains, run naked in the storm
Feel freedom, feel hope

Sinto uma dor dilacerante na alma,
Uma angustia que teima em permanecer.
Pago caro o preço de contrariar a minha existência....
Se não fosse esta vontade de não ser só mais uma brisa da tarde,
Leve e insignificante...
E agarro-me à réstea de vida que teima em me empurrar,
que me dá forças para continuar.
Devo-lhe ainda o que me sobra de vontade de cá estar
De outra forma, desaparecia.