Papel: "porque é que perguntas?"

Pega no lápis e borrata o papel.
Não lhe perguntes para que serve... o papel não responde, nunca vai responder.
Podes indagar, perguntar-te a ti próprio se poderias aproveitar esse pedaço de papel em branco para criar tudo aquilo com que alguma vez sonhaste.

Afinal, neste papel branco tudo é possível, o possível e o impossível, o real ou o imaginário...


Podias ter desenhado árvores cor-de-rosa com frutas de sabor a chocolate....
Podias ter feito um sol com um sorriso de ponta a ponta....
As flores podiam ser do tamanho das casas...
Podia ter existido um coração verdadeiro e vermelho no meio de cada casal apaixonado...
As casas podiam ter todas três janelas e uma porta com uma chaminé a deitar fumo cinzento...
E cada uma delas teria um carro tipo carocha estacionado á porta...

Tudo isto podia ter sido possível... se tu não tivesses perguntado.
Perguntaste.
E o papel não respondeu.


Ficou em branco.



"Mais valia um borrão de tinta."

Yep.

I guess it is true what people say about me. I guess I am not that normal after all. I guess I don't see the world so black & white. Probably I do too much reading.... Maybe you were right about leaving. You were not used not to feel the ground under your feet and walking on clouds seemed confusing to you.


Perhaps they were all right. It is not right to turn the world around just for your own pleasure and pretending that the time stops for a second is the stupidest thing you could ever do. Yep... I guess you were not ready to realize that you could actually be the world for someone else besides you.

But you know? Fantasy is also only a point of view like being democrat or republican, choosing to believe in God or not. It is actually a rational decision. I guess you could call it crazy... to decide to live in a world where clouds are sweet and grass tastes like fresh beans; the sky can be the ground you walk in and the wind is the swing that makes you jump out of bed every morning; love can be sun that shines through your wind and time stops by your command.


Even though it's crazy... I'd rather live in here.




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Ia sussurar-te ao ouvido

Quem me dera a mim perceber a Ciência e o Corpo Humano. Como que por magia, criava uma máquina que me deixa-se mudar de cara, de corpo... uma máquina que me fizesse parecer outra pessoa mesmo nao sendo.

E quando estivesse pronta... metia-me no comboio e ia ter contigo. Sussurava-te ao ouvido: sou eu...

Bastava fechar os olhos e deixar o coracao fazer o resto....

Books written for girls

You can compliment me on the style of my hair
GIve me marks out of ten for the clothes that I wear
You probably thought I had more upstairs.

I disappoint you.
Can't see through your perfect smile.

He likes to read books written for girls.
He prides himself on being a man of the world.
In the darkest of places he gets his thrills.

He will disappoint you
If you see through his perfect smile.

I think separation is okay.
You're not star to guide me anyway.
You only wanted me to play.
A fool...played by your rules.

Now my door has swollen from the rain.
God knows we'll never see her face again.
People get shattered in many ways.

They can disappoint you.
When you see through
Their perfect smile.

Camera Obscura, Book written for girls


Se a verdade do mundo pudesse sempre ser cantada....