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Memória


Memória


Sei de cor a tua história

De trás para a frente as tuas palavras

De olhos fechados os traços do teu rosto

Sei-te como nunca me soube

Conheço-te melhor que a mim próprio

Quando a noite cai, sei como dormes

A posição exacta do teu corpo

Sei a última coisa em que pensas

E até aquilo com que sonhas

Não desconheço uma ilusão da tua mente

Uma característica da tua personalidade

Um centímetro da tua sublime pele

Olhei-te como não me posso olhar

Admiro-te como não me posso admirar

Amo-te como não me posso amar

Vivo deambulando nas tuas memórias

Quando queria pegar-te a mão e dançar

Quando te queria quente na minha cama

Recordo o mais ínfimo pormenor de ti

Sei o perfume natural dos teus cabelos

Sei o toque sedoso dos teus dedos

Sei o sabor doce dos teus beijos

E também o sal das tuas lágrimas

Oiço no silêncio o som gracioso do teu riso

Não me esqueço dessa luz quando sorrias

Guardo no peito um tesouro teu

Entre a saudade, te sei bela e única

Entre a dor, és pura e minha

De criança a mulher conheci-te

Vi com estes olhos o milagre

O sonho e também o pesadelo

Jamais permiti que sujasse a tua imagem

Jamais te vi frágil e de luto

Jamais mudaste para mim

Alma luminosa, forte e corajosa

Rosa delicada e gentil

Eternamente dona deste coração

Ter-te e não saber

Não te ter e saber...


E esta noite, quando me deitar só

Estarás em memórias a meu lado

Envolverei o teu corpo nos meus braços

E beijarei apaixonado os teus lábios

Dir-me-ás ao ouvido “Boa noite”

E fecharás os teus olhos azuis

Mas eu não me lembrarei

Enquanto sereno adormeço a teu lado

Que já se fecharam para sempre



Kevin Dawner



Raquel Martinez Neves

Destinos

1-Maio-2010

Carta


1649 days after your death



Something you never told me. Something I never have. I need to come back.

Just say that again.

I couldn’t wait no more. Not even one day. It went too far away.

Please let me stay. Not in your heart. Not in your life. Just in your world. I would be glad if I could just look at you.

Nobody has to know. Believe me.

Nothing would ever be the same. Let me go away. Let… no. I can not go away.

I’m feeling locked inside this room.

Say it ever and ever again. Words don’t make sense.

Again and again and again. Like music. Drums. Betting deeply into my chest.

Wherever you go, I’ll be with you. As a memory. As a ghost. Haunting you. Loving you.

Will you ever forgive me?

It’s an illusion. I’m hallucinating. Do you know that I keep crying for you? Every single night.

I live that day everytime I dream. I can watch him rip you and rape you. Throw away your soul, deep down in the ocean. With me. But it just… didn’t come to surface again.

I don’t know how I’m still living.

I wish we could do it again. There will be mercy. Tell me why it was so wrong. It really screws up everything. My fault. Again.

No, I don’t think there is a world outside of you.

It makes me sick. Psychotic. Paranoid. Hallucinated.

But dream with you it’s so pleasant. I felt so alive. Just like if you apologized me. Just like if you’re here.

They always say that nothing would ever be the same. They’re right. They’re so damn right. It’s all about you. It always was about you.

The things you never told me. And the words that now I’m wasting away. I don’t know. I don’t know. I’m seeing you here, so clear… My vision of you. So beautiful...

Hell with tears! I don’t wanna cry ever again. You’re here, you’re always here.

Doesn’t matter what they say. You’re so forgiven.

Forgive me now. I need you. I need that past. All the bad things, I don’t care. Because I had you.

Now I don’t. I’m dreaming the dream of you. Just like every night. Someone call the doctor. Psychiatric doctors.

I didn’t throw a rose to the stage. No, and I loved see you dance.

But a let a dozen in your grave. And killed me watch you die.

It’s too late. So late…

Come to bed with me. I want you in my arms. I want your lips in my mouth. I want your hands in my skin, your head in my chest. I need to hold you. I need to feel you.

Was it so irrelevant and what’s why you didn’t tell me?

It’s really not important now. Just come to sleep with me again. I can see you crossing the door. You want to fell me too. This love so intense under your hands.

I should have known you said it for real.

Say it again and I will believe. I will know.

Come to me. Step by step. Hold my hand. Caught my tears. Yes, clean my eyes. I need to see you. You’re a vision of heaven. Literally.

Now you’re a truly angel.

Please come back to save me. I love you.

Until the end.


Kevin Dawner


By Raquel Neves
Inspirado no livro "Memórias Esquecidas"
Destinos #2

The Ballerina


The Ballerina


It was dark

Dark as the night without moon

and stars

But she was a star

A star that everybody loved

Even who’d hated


It was sad

Sad as the soft piano gothic music

slowly enchanting

But she was fast

Cutting down the hopes

That nobody thought had


It was breathtaking

The way she moved and fell

The way she slipped and lifted

The way she flew

right to heaven

Poor lost shinning beauty


It was a shame

A shame that nobody can pay

or excuse

Red rose blood in the floor

White rose face

And eternal closed eyes


It was forever

Forever forgetting and forgiving

the earlier death

Now becoming truth

Sweet deep black dream

No more tears to hide


It was the last

The last time in the stage facing him

and everyone else

But she made it

One single perfect last dance

A really curtains closing


It was the end

The end of the ballerina love story

and also a start

An angel rising to peace

Only a distant memory of life

That he’s about to catch...



12-Abril-2010

Based on “Memórias Esquecidas”

Raquel Martinez Neves

Dennis Farow poem


Merbleth, 13th July 2008

By the time you died
I knew it was my end too
But I’ve already live
Without the air I breathe
So I knew I could survive
No smiles forever
Green eyes drown in tears
Since the day I saw you
Since the moment I remember it
It was too late, of course it was
I would never left you die if I could know
I should see it in your face
The last time you looked at me
The only time I didn’t recognize you
The very instant of regret
When my air gone
When I should stop breathing
But I didn’t
Maybe I got used in the last three years without you
Without memories
Without life at all
And then I got my memories back
But I still living without a life
Without you
I thought I wasn’t possible
Until destiny stole you from me
And it didn’t take just your eyes
Your smile and your voice
You body from my hands
It took also your eyes
Your happiness and your words
Your body from my memories
It erased our love
My existence
And I got back a ghost
A love that became your death
And broke my heart
In the very moment I have it back

By the night you died
I don’t even cry
I don’t even stop to understand it
Too blind to see it
And then falling in a dark hole
Smothering because of you
And I still didn’t know who you are

By the day you died
You memory became alive
Haunting me, breaking me

By the time you died, I died too

Dennis Farow


By Butterfly

O Reflexo


O Reflexo

O espelho
Que um dia alguém quebrou,
O reflexo
Que na sua herança ficou.

Nasceu o Sol dezasseis Primaveras
Brilhou a Lua sobre a pedra tumular
Esbateram-se as memórias
Secaram as lágrimas no seu olhar.
Mudou o Mundo
Cresceu a flor
Ficou a eterna saudade
E o incondicional amor.

Ele chorou à noite,
Forçou sorrisos de madrugada,
Estancou a ferida
E ergueu imperturbável fachada.
Mas sonhava com ela
Perdido na sua solidão,
Fugindo do passado,
Preso pelo seu torturado coração.

Ela abriu as asas de criança
E transformou-se numa mulher,
Olhos cor de água,
Beleza de malmequer.
Tinha a mesma pele de cetim,
Cabelos negros de escuridão
E os suaves lábios rosa
Da sua morta paixão.

Naquela tarde que o destino traçou
Ele julgara estar a delirar,
A menina encarnara seus desejos
E vivia para o amar.
Com a filha do seu coração,
Ele cedeu aos caprichos da saudade,
Ela era a sua vida,
A salvação da insanidade.

Mas quis o Mundo condenar
O “felizes para sempre”,
Ela era somente um reflexo
Nascido do amado ventre.
Não bastava o sentimento,
A herança de amor,
Assombrava-os o passado
E as memórias de dor.

E como termia uma história
Em que o destino deseja a morte?
Ele sacrificava-se por ela
E ela sangrava com o corte.
Ofereceria ao mar sua vida
Quando a salvou sua paixão,
Mas lutar por uma causa perdida
É o fim de qualquer coração.

O espelho
Que se quebrou novamente,
O reflexo
Que se apagou eternamente.

By Butterfly
Baseado n’ “O Reflexo”

Wish


Wish

I would like to see you smile
Would love to see your eyes sparkling

I wished you never cry
But you tears keep falling
I would like to understand them
Know all the reasons
Why my wish didn’t come true?

I wished melt your heart
But it keeps frozen
Your skin so cold
And your eyes deeply closed
Why my wish didn’t come true?

I wished hear your voice
Whispering in my ears
But you’re so distant
And your voice so indifferent
Why my wish didn’t come true?

I wished feel your hand
Smoothly holding mine
And your lips kissing me
But you don’t even touch me
Why my wish didn’t come true?

I would like to see your smile
Would love to see your eyes sparkling

I wished hear your breath
Your words in silence
With no questions to answer
But they keep follow me
Why my wish didn’t come true?

I wished to touch your soul
See the truth inside your eyes
But I can’t found it
My heart was too afraid with you
Why my wish didn’t come true?

I wished to be free
Show myself to you
With nothing to hide
But I keep living in a secret
Why my wish didn’t come true?

I wished to smile
And I always wished to see your smile
I wished to shine with you
And I wished it too
Why our wish didn’t come true?

By Butterfly
(Based in “Lágrimas de Olhos Negros” – Aryana & Eric)

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Zoe


Zoe

Vê. Aquele olhar caiado de branco.

Pérolas sem cor num rosto fantasmagórico.

Coberto pela escuridão, o negro medo; a noite infinita...


Ouve. A doce voz, aterradora e mágica.

O som das lágrima coloridas a cair sobre a pele de seda.
O choro mudo, a tortura silênciosa.


Cheira. O perfume a rosas negras colhidas em tarde de Inverno.

O odor das estrelas, brilhando em seu olhar.
A duçura envenenada...


Saboreia. Os beijos molhados de lágrimas.

O gelo do seu coração, frio, incerto.
A amargura da agonia; a acidez da sua dor...


Sente. Aquele amor, esfaqueado pelo cruel destino.

O vazio, doloroso como a morte.
A saudade, o desespero; o arrepiante fim...


By Butterfly

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