Learning
Common stories have a beginning, then a climax and soon an end.
Our story, I do hope… is a never-ending one. A path that we choose each and every day to walk together, embraced as one, that will go on beyond the land, the sea… and beyond time.
First an hour,
then two…
then four or ten
and it doesn’t matter.
Still not enough.
So you run,
everyday.
Once.
Twice.
Not enough
and you keep running.
A full week.
Perhaps two?
I wonder…
Not enough.
What time is this that keeps on sipping away unnoticed?
And we keep our hopes high,
though contained.
We look in our eyes and sigh,
running on a faith that knows no name:
dreaming of time.
Just more time…
just a little more…
just this moment more…
just this one…
with you…
forever.
Lately Ive been running on faith
What else can a poor boy do?
But my world will be right
When love comes over you
Lately Ive been talking in my sleep
I cant imagine what Id have to say
Except my world will be right
When love comes back your way
Ive always been
One to take each and every day
Seems like by now
Id find a love who cares just for me
Then wed go running on faith
All of our dreams would come true
And our world will be right
When love comes over me and you
Ive always been
One to take each and every day
Seems like by now
Id find a love who cares just for me
Then wed go running on faith
All of our dreams would come true
And our world will be right
When love comes over me and you
When love comes over you
… of another much expected week-off.
Destination: Heaven 
We hide a bit, a reveal a lot… bit by bit
We make each other happy as one can be… and sometimes we also make each other feel miserable
We draw plans… knowing that probably they will turn to dust
We lie together, looking deep in each other’s eyes and trying to read what lays behind the words we do not say
And when the night falls, and the dark embraces us, we know it is time to leave and set us apart… and we both suffer because of that
Yet we know… that we will always have tomorrow
… me, on this side, holding my blue pillow which still keeps your scent.
… you, on yours, earplugs in your ears. And that sad, sad look on your face.
… we moved slowly, to and fro, watching each other.
We danced along, and I was once again in your arms.
Sometimes, there’s no need for words, even if online communication is all we have. All we have to do is stare to each other… and we know.
For my pumpkin…
Turn Me On
Like a flower waiting to bloom
Like a lightbulb in a dark room
I’m just sitting here waiting for you
To come on home and turn me on
Like the desert waiting for the rain
Like a school kid waiting for the spring
I’m just sitting here waiting for you
To come on home and turn me on
My poor heart, it’s been so dark
Since you’ve been gone
After all, you’re the one who turns me off
You’re the only one who can turn me back on
My hi-fi is waiting for a new tune
My glass is waiting for some fresh ice cubes
I’m just sitting here waiting for you
To come on home and turn me on, turn me on
My All
I am thinking of you
In my sleepless solitude tonight
If it’s wrong to love you
Then my heart just won’t let me be right
‘Cause I’ve drowned in you
And I won’t pull through
Without you by my side
I’d give my all to have
Just one more night with you
I’d risk my life to feel
Your body next to mine
‘Cause I can’t go on
Living in the memory of our song
I’d give my all for your love tonight
Baby can you feel me
Imagining I’m looking in your eyes
I can see you clearly
Vividly emblazoned in my mind
And yet you’re so far
Like a distant star
I’m wishing on tonight
I’d give my all to have
Just one more night with you
I’d risk my life to feel
Your body next to mine
‘Cause I can’t go on
Living in the memory of our song
I’d give my all for your love tonight
Give my all for your love
Tonight
When I do count the clock that tells the time,
And see the brave day sunk in hideous night;
When I behold the violet past prime,
And sable curls all silver’d o’er with white;
When lofty trees I see barren of leaves
Which erst from heat did canopy the herd,
And summer’s green all girded up in sheaves
Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard,
Then of thy beauty do I question make,
That thou among the wastes of time must go,
Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake
And die as fast as they see others grow;
And nothing ‘gainst Time’s scythe can make defence
Save breed, to brave him when he takes thee hence.
We first read this on a movie we watched together. A brazilian movie, raw, moveable, amazing to watch that is called “The man who copied” – which is about a guy whose job is taking potocopies de whole day in a small shop. He reads the books he has to copy… and that was how he introduced us to this piece.
Today, Petros is gone for the weekend, and asked me to post this. So I did. I know, time does not run in our favour and these dreamy days will be over soon. But one way or another, I believe we will always find a way to foul him.
*sighs and prepares to wait for two days…
One of these days, we were driving home and suddenly saw this…
Yes, that would be a whole field of sunflowers. A huuuge field filled with them. This is however, a very particular place – it’s a model farm in the city centre, just about five minutes distance from the place I call home.
I had my camera with me, and Piu was a doll and offered to park so I could take some snapshots. I was delighted with the sight and felt like a kid inside a candy shop. It’s good that they had a fence all around the place or I would have jumped right into it… and seriously suspect I wouldn’t be the only one doing that.
Today, as I came home, this is what I found waiting for me.
I had received the accompanying card already, at lunch, with a message that moved me to tears, but was far from thinking I would still have such a surprise before the day would end.
Do I need to say more? I know, I could say I love Piu with all my heart. But then again, I think he might just know it by now, lol. Therefore… better to leave it this way now – and start preparing the desert for tonight, hehehe (and yes, I am absolutely sure he won’t be reading this before dinner time so it’s not like I’m spoiling HIS surprise, ahahahahah!!)
Nothing in the world compares to us closed tight in each other’s arms…
Fascinação – Elis Regina
O meu Amor – by Chico Buarque de Hollanda, sung by Alcione & Maria Bethania
Estrela da Tarde – Fernando Tordo
Two major brazilian songwriters and someone very special in the portuguese musical panorama. Music worth listening to, like a love like ours is worth living.
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