Recorri ao papel para ir ao seu encontro. Sei que não posso, não devo, mas quero... quero ir até você porque você me acalma, porque conforta o meu coração, porque me faz sorrir por fora e por dentro...
Mas quem é você? Mal te conheço...
Você diz que somos iguais, que tem sonhado comigo até na soneca da tarde. Diz que eu sou linda e que me guardou contigo... e me deixa sem palavras.
Ás vezes, não se basta querer ficar junto. Ás vezes, simplesmente não devemos, simplesmente não podemos. Será que, no nosso caso, um dia, passaremos a poder? E mais... será que o que de platônico que a nossa relação tem que é a graça da mesma?
Será que só por isso eu o julgo tão perfeito? Só porque não posso ter você?
Até conheço alguns dos seus defeitos, você fez questão de me dizê-los, mas eles só me atraíram ainda mais, bonito.
Olha, acho que o que eu mais gosto em você é que, assim como eu, você é um bon vivant. Você sabe viver, ao menor na teoria.
Acho que a única coisa que te falta é um parafuso a menos e um empurrãozinho a mais.
Paremos de nos culpar, que tal? Não façamos mais uma tempestade em copo d'água.
Combinamos demais, queríamos demais, foi isso, aconteceu.
Hoje o dia acabou e nem falei contigo, nem te vi. Não quero mais que seja assim.
Engraçado? não ficar com você eu suporto - até relativamente bem -, mas não ouvir/falar/ler você me mata.
It was a great surprise to find not just one, but three new poems today!!! I had actually been thinking about making some comments on old poems, but you beat me to it!! :-)
ResponderExcluirAs I said earlier, I liked all three, but this is the one that struck me the most, made me think. I will reread them all later, maybe I will change my mind.. but for now it is my favourite of the three.
It is a different style, a different poet almost. I know was originally a letter (which I wonder if it was ever sent), but you have managed to make a poem, an honest poem out of it. It is funny reading it I felt it was written for me, which is a skill you have (or a weakness I have??). As is common in your poetry, it is honest, but it feels like a different sort of honesty. You are not laughing at yourself, as you often do. You are exposing the wounds - no, not wounds, scars, remains, of an old love, and with great emotional maturity, telling the other person, the former lover, where it all went wrong. There is sadness there, I am sure, but if feels buried, or finished in the past, for now it seems as if you are trying to move on, but keep something at the same time, a memory, a friendship... THis is a deeply personal poem, but it is also universal in a way, what could be more universal than discussing a love than has ended?
I will leave more comments later, or in the next few days.. dont want to give you too much to read in one go, ha ha ha
Keep writing :-)
Thius is not a real comment, more of a mad idea I had... How many poems do you have about this relationship? 5 or 6? You could put them all together as a little book... (along with some drawings, or photos.. and I know you draw well and take good photos). Just an idea... :-) I know you probably won`t do this, not now at least. You really don`t have time at the moment, but I would really love to see you published, and for you to get the recognition I think you deserve. Though I have a feeling you mightn`t want this (yet). Maybe some day? For now, I feel so privileged to read your work, and I will always be encouraging you to write more (hopefully in a nice way, ha ha ha).
ResponderExcluirThis is not really a comment. I know that you and Florbela Espanca have a connection (you told me so.. ha ha ha). I discovered half an hour ago that there is now a film about her - and left on your facebook the link I had read - I investigated more and found the site for the filme, which is below.. I didnt want to put something else on your fb, so the link is below. I liked the trailer, think you will too. How will you find the Portuguese from Portugal? :-)
ResponderExcluirhttp://florbela.pt/