Encontrei-me em Ti

Eu sempre te conheci,

mas só agora te encontrei.

Não me lamento se me perdi,

nem pelas lagrimas que chorei.

Encontrei me nos teus olhos,

perdi me em teu olhar.

Antes de te conhecer

eu era um barco a naufragar.

Tu ligaste o teu farol

e eu avistei o teu brilho.

O complicado tornou se simples

quando caminhei pelo teu trilho.

Quero que saibas que seres quem es

da me a minha consistência.

Por isso agradeço a tua amizade

e celebro a tua existência.

Photograph by Ironrodart
http://www.flickr.com/photos/ironrodart/

Bullet Proof

I don’t care if you love me.

I don’t mind if you hate me.

The only thing I ask from you,

is never to underestimate me.

I know what you are doing,

before it is even done.

No point in having bullets,

when you can’t hold the gun.

So, if you are going to shoot,

make sure you hit my heart.

Just know that you can’t finish,

something that didn’t even start.

 

Photograph by John Linewood

"Bullet Proof"

http://www.flickr.com/photos/johnlinwood/

"Last Request" by Paolo Nutini

Afterall, music is just poetry dancing...

O meu lugar no Mundo

Incompreendido pela sociedade, lamento o meu lugar.
Embora eu acredite, acabo sempre por duvidar.

A tristeza que me assola desafia quem eu sou.
Perdido neste mundo, eu não sei para onde vou.

Não compreendo a razão pela qual eu sou diferente.

Talvez eu veja o mundo através dos olhos de quem sente.

Mas porque levar uma vida determinada por emoções?

Se este mundo em que vivemos é repleto de ilusões.

Num dia sou o Rei, e no outro, apenas mais um vagabundo.
Alguém que me ajude a encontrar o meu lugar no mundo!

Mas alguém, eu não encontro e já me cansei de procurar.
Por mais que eu procure, alguém não consigo encontrar.

Espero pelo dia em que se complete este vazio,

alguém que abra os olhos a este mundo doentio…

Photograph by Sungazing

"Happy Earth Day"

http://www.flickr.com/photos/sungazing/

Why?

You ask me: Why do we live?

And honestly, I really do not care.

Each of us dresses our own cape,
but to this World, we are born bare.

Some have tried the cloak of glory

Some have dressed the face of shame,

Some have died, but live forever,

while others lived without a name.

You ask me: Why do we live?

And honestly, it really does not matter.

Each of us has his own convictions,

but in this World, they often shatter.

Some have dared to reach the sky.

Some have stood strong on their own ground.

Some have swam beyond their dreams,

while other dreams were being drowned.

What really matters is not why we live our life.

It is how we live our why.

What really matters is to make the seconds count,

while time is passing by.

Photograph by Amorph

"Life and Death"
http://www.flickr.com/photos/amorph/

You & I

I need you so much it burns from within.

You are the point where I begin...

Begin to feel and cease to be.

You are the blood that runs in me.

And bleed I do when we are apart,

until no blood flows through my heart.

I love you so much that words seem vain.

You are my sun under the rain...

Rain it may for endless days.

You are the answer to all my prays.

And prey I shall with all my might,

until my dark becomes our light.

I hate you so much it makes me mad.

You give me hope when I am sad...

Sad I feel when your eyes don’t smile.

You give me breath for that extra mile.

And mile by mile I will run,
until you shine again my sun

Photograph by Mesh2

"My Love Burns for You"
http://www.flickr.com/photos/mesh2/

With you by my side

I am struggling with my fears,
for all those many nears,

that I’ve seen too many times before.

But with you by my side,
together we will ride,

so my fears may fade away once more.

I am hiding from reality,

for I do not require gravity,
to take my wings away.

But with you by my side,

I will stand strong and face the tide,
so my reality can become our day-to-day.

I am sheltering my heart,

for it has been torn apart,

and I can no longer withstand this painful sorrow.

But with you by my side,

I will challenge my own pride,
so that this broken heart can love again tomorrow.

Photograph by Auro
Zero Gravity
http://www.flickr.com/photos/auro/

A Essência de Ser

Ser ou não ser não e a questão.

O facto de eu ser não e uma opção.

Escolhido para existir de forma distorcida sem contexto temporal,

a minha realidade e omitida pela supremacia do banal.

Existo no âmbito de uma estagnação populacional.

A minha visão da realidade torna este mundo irreal.

Perdido numa existência que não consigo explicar,

procuro alguém que consiga ouvir a minha alma a gritar...

Busco um significado omitido na essência do ser.

Porem, esta busca frustrada não me permite viver.

Certezas? São poucas, alias, só tenho uma:

A minha existência não pode ser justificada por razão alguma.

Se ser implica conhecimento, considerem-me um Deus,

pois eu existo de todas as formas, para crentes e ateus.

 
Ilustration by Josephine Wall
Child Universe
http://www.josephinewall.co.uk/josephine.html

Seekin' the Cause by Miguel Pinero

There is something in the way…

There is something in the way you look at me,
a tenderness that no one else can see.

There is something in the way you look around,

you make me keep my feet down on the ground.

There is something in the way you sketch your smile,
that makes the pain of living seem worthwhile.

There is something in the way you hold my hand,
it seems as if I am sinking in the sand.

There is something in the way your eyes can shine,
if only these eyes I see, they could be mine.

There is something in the way your voice is heard,
I hear the gentle singing of a bird.

There is something in the way you say my name,
I hear it everyday, but it’s not the same.

There is something in the way when we are apart,
I feel an empty feeling in my heart...