Awakening

Meu corpo todo exulta, resplandece,
Pelos eriçam... boca umedece,
pele pulsa.
Teu cheiro, teu toque, teu olhar,
tua boca,  teu eu por inteiro...
Tua lembrança me faz sentir mais viva que jamais estive...
Tua presença me faz esquecer de mim e ser tu... ser nós.

No silêncio do meu quarto escuto meu próprio coração
Que, em descompasso, sinaliza mudanças...
Sentir o calor do sentimento que emana dele,
Perceber o carinho e a ternura que ele sinaliza,
Querer ser melhor para ele,
Lembrado com saudades dos momentos, palavras, toques...

Estou livre para ser feliz.

Fortress

For a brief moment the armour fell...and I could breathe again, feel the sun on my skin and the wind, a breath of fresh air blowing through me, hope... but then, dark clouds approached, making me go back inside, stregthening the walls around me, so I could protect myself. Being here, in my fortress, makes me safe, but numb... when will I feel the warmth of the sun or the cool of the breeze again?

Hopeful

And when I almost lost hope in people, a breath of fresh air blows right through me, making tears of joy run down my face.There´s no coincidence, but a continuous movement of the Universe to find beings that are alike, to make us realize that, despite all the darkness, violence and pettiness of this world, there´s kindness and love.

Impressions

What we think about ourselves is how people perceive us? How do we come across?
Started wondering about it a long time ago, and recently two people used a word to describe me that I never would... does that mean that I hide my own from others or that I disguise who I truly am, maybe subconciously...
Wish people could read me from inside out, and that appearances and social conventions didn't matter so much... looking at a person and feeling what she ou he is made of. Life would be so much easier...