Its only words...
I Shall write to you, today.
To your soul, your spirit. To you whoever you are in my life. Even if this words do not belong to me and the candles in front of me should illuminate their path, the one they must accept until they come toghether in one place and time. This one, particular, place and time.
I shall receive them as light from the universe. The candles tell me to do so.
And so I write to you, nonsense words, no specific speech, only this will, just feeling compelled to keep writing.
If you can read me, somehow across the universal laws of the Universe, the spirits and souls, I would be happy. Even if I do not have the skill to know. Even if I can not feel it in my deepest feelings, right now.
Should I be writing in another language?
Should I just stop writing?
As I wrote to you before and have not yet the knowledge or the capacity to learn, read, feel your answers... I believe that, meybe, I am not ready to ear you.
But if you happen to be the one I’m thinking of, just know that I am thinking about you now. And then, maybe these words are for you. If not, I’m sorry about my mistake.
This night, these candles are just a way to get some light. As I believe they have the real power to help with that.
I believe that perfection exists in nature. As human being, I can believe in that, I can even see it every day of my life, and I do. But I must accept that I was born for a purpose that maybe does not pass on your way.
If you are whom I am thinking of, I can even see that our paths have meet toghether in a very perfect way, but maybe they are not meant to stay toghether for more that a few days in each time.
This night, these candles illuminate my words. I should write that I accept that gift from the Universe. I am happy to have this moments and to keep them in my memory.
In this moment, I feel like I could cry, but you are not here to dry my tears. So, I will not drop them. They are not ready to get out of my eyes with out any help.
And now I kiss you with my heart beating. I would like do dream with you tonight. I will wait for you to show up in my dreams. The ones I have every single day of my life, but shall never remember the day after.
Peço desculpa aos leitores pelo Inglês em tão mau estado.
O texto já tem um mês e só hoje tive coragem e vontade de deixá-lo neste Mar. Porque acredito que é tempo de deixar estas palavras seguirem o seu rumo. As ondas e as correntes, os ventos e os seres marinhos farão com que a sua viagem seja mais suave e permitirão que chegue a bom porto. O seu destino é um lugar que o Universo tem para acolher palavras destas, palavras minhas. Pelo menos, quero acreditar que Universo tem um lugar para elas ficarem em paz e terminarem o caminho que começaram no dia em que nasceram e se juntaram na minha frente, pelas minhas mãos.
(Vou tentar assumir aqui o compromisso de não voltar a escrever noutra língua textos de minha autoria. Não sei se vou cumprir, mas vou evitar. Na verdade, este dilema ocupou todo este tempo em que evitei publicá-lo. Porque tenho consciência de que isto não é Inglês, é uma espécie de Sereiês*... mas não consegui evitar a publicação.)
mergulho da Sereia*