Through a glass

Sometimes we have the need to look to ourselves through a glass. A mirror that projects what we don't want to see. Just a glimpse from what we keep on hiding to the world, and most of the times even to ourselves. Imagine if we could reach the image and keep it forever. To be able to look at it when we are feeling down and grab the energy that rises through the mirror when we look at it? Could life be perfect on that moment? ...
Sometimes ... we feel strangers to ourselves. Always trying to feel special and needed when there is no one around to give us the strenght to move on. That's a glass. The projection of our inner needs and feelings. Just a material from this world that was defined to show us that we really can cope with breakdowns.
It's just a simple glass.
Sometimes, we tend to forget what we really are, and we prefer to live according the image. A simple image through a glass which is just a mirror from our inner world.

Simulate the dream

To simulate the dream, emotion, sadness, joy, love, passion, hunger, cry, friendship above all … To gather life that tears apart into pieces and get them back together in this world. We wake up by dawn, we say goodbye at sunset, to come back home, send messages, and remembering that at the end of the day our friendship will go stronger and stronger each day … Always together, in any space full of color, in any lost window, at the beginning of a street, at the door, in a far away terrace … what does it matter, if in any place with any form, will be there together …

Escape

E se eu me enganar no tempo é porque fugi de ti.
É porque escapei aos teus braços e neguei o teu amor.
Atirei-me de uma enseada de ondas pulsantes,
E abracei-me às vagas que lambiam o chão de pedras.

Se te recusei é porque não pensei em ti,
É porque recolhi o sentimento no meu intimo,
E isolei-o do resto de um mundo que não me entende,
Que me encurrala de cada vez que o sol passa.

Se te ofendi não foi por querer,
Entende que não estou apta para o sentimento,
Não o sei compreender, não o idolatro, nem o renego,
Apenas não o sei apreciar, porque nunca o vivi.

E se me empurrarem de um balão em movimento,
Deixo-me ir ...
Agarro-me às nuvens que passam,
Aos ramos que bamboleam na minha subida,
E sigo o caminho que me indicam,
Só para te poder arrancar desta minha vida.

Sonho

Ao rebuscar o sonho entorpecido
Encontro-te prostrado esperando por mim.
Recolho as tuas dores,
Os teus alentos
Almejo as tuas gotas de suor que escorrem
E tendem a guiar-me as curvas do corpo quente

Elevo a voz para que me ouças no meio de um campo,
Sinto-te fortemente a comandar-me a alma,
A usufruir vezes sem conta do meu desejo,
A pedir sem explicações o que vai dentro de mim,
A evadires-te pelas névoas quando falo

Anseio pelas longas horas de choro pulsante,
Para te arrancar cá de dentro,
Num ápice,
Poder consumir-te aos poucos soprando-me no leito,
Erguendo as mãos másculas como hastes de árvore,
De raízes maduras que não largam o corpo

Usufruo uma vez mais do teu calor,
Do beijo sôfrego que me acalenta os lábios,
Dos dedos que me contornam as mágoas num cheiro,
Das palavras silenciadas por entre os lençóis de cetim,
Enrolados no chão como promessas vãs,
Sem sentido ...

Rebusco nesse sonho o teu coração,
Mas não o encontro ...
Seguiu outros caminhos,
Noutras margens,
Noutros destinos tão longínquos e tão profundos
Que a minha alma não o consegue alcançar...

Flowers in peace

I agree that the flowers must be left in peace,

That the winds must blow only from time to time,

To let them grow and be generous with life,

Even when the soft breeze penetrates their soul.

I agree that the rains must travel daily,

Open their tears to the world and soak the petals,

Embrace the fields open wide when they are coloured

And ready to bloom among the other nature.

I agree that the thunders must roar every day,

Scream loudly at the top of the endless sky,

Fill in the lungs with air and little pieces of pólen,

So it can inhale peacefuly the soft life bellow.

I agree that the sun must shine proudly,

Spread the rays of light through the branches,

Twisting the heat in delicate flowers that pop around,

Switching their colours into a bright tone,

A very peculiar one that will keep on shinning,

Even when the sun is gone.

Cat moments

I am a cat in the world,
One more among the others - you think,
I jump and I walk around the corners,
Lay in a warm day at the top of a counter,
Try to fly and spread my invisible wings
To reach the outside



I am cat in the world,
The one who feels free even inside,
I crawl and beg for hugs,
Lick your fingertips when you give me food,
Capt your attention like a camera
When you are far away in your thoughts.



I am cat in the world,
Feeling love and holding you,
Just treat me well and I'll be your loyal friend,
Embrace me in cold days and
Leave me alone when it's sunny,
I am free but with benefits




I am a cat in the world,
Always by your side no matter what,
I run through the house when I'm happy,
I will guard your shrine when you are not there
And at the end of the day
I wait for your arrival at home
Behind the entrance door





I am cat in the world,
But I am above all
Your cat
In your own world
That you became mine as well ...

Velejar - Sailing

"Se conseguisse alternar as cores e torná-las mais perto do sonho,

Atingiria uma palete de tons irreversíveis.

Inundaria os oceanos pejados de vida,

E colmataria numa apoteose de lágrimas salgadas espalhadas pelas águas.

Beijaria gota a gota a tristeza que te inunda,

Acalmarte-ia a alma,

Velajaria pelo mundo sem fim,

Com a esperança de te encontrar..."

"If I was able to alternate the colors and to make them close to the dream,

I would reach one paleta of irreversible tones.

It would flood the oceans of life,

And would reach in an apotheosis of salty tears spread by waters.

I would kiss drop by drop the sadness that floods you,

Calm your soul,

I would sail for the endless world,

Hoping to find you... "

If one day

Se um dia me perder nas horas

No compasso de tempo que me mata a solidão,

Se abraçar o mar e revolver as ondas,

Buscando o meu caminho por entre as vagas.

Se um dia a chuva me devolver o choro
E aguentar as lágrimas que brotam de mim,

Que se semeam no chão que paira à minha volta,

Entorpecidas pela dor.

Se um dia as flores murcharem pelos meus passos,

E a revolta se tornar cada vez mais crescente,
Agarrada aos sonhos que cultivo na almofada,

Envolta em névoas que se esfumam quando acordo.

Se um dia este ar que me corrói abruptamente

E me impede de elevar a alma
Sucumbe.

Não sei que será de mim

Se um dia acordar para o mundo

E não me reconhecer ...

If one day I loose myself in time,
In the beating that kills loneliness,
If I embrace the sea and defeat the water,
Searching my way through the waves.

If one day the rain gives me back the cry
And holds the tears that run away from my eyes,
That cultivate the ground around me
Fading away by the pain.

If one day the flowers die by my steps,
And the anger pulsates even stroger,
Holding to the dreams that I raise in my pillow,
Surrounded by clouds that vanish when I wake up.

If one day this air that kills me inside
And keeps me from elevating my soul
Dies.
I don't know what to become of me
If one day I wake up to the world
And do not recognise myself ...

Written by : PopCloud

Flowers in crochet

Midday. A corner of the deserted beach.

The huge, deep, open sun on high

Has chased all the gods from the sky.

The harsh light falls like a punishment.

There are no ghosts and no souls,

And the vast, ancient, solitary sea

Loudly claps its hands.

Sophia de Mello Breyner Andersen, portuguese poet (1919 - 2004 )

Handmade by : PopCloud

Amar Perdidamente

To love!


I want to love, love desperately!
Love just for love: here ... there ...
Plus this and that, the other and everyone
Love! Love! And do not love anyone!


Remember? Forget? Indifferent ...
Arrest or loosen? Is wrong is right?
Who says you can love someone
During the entire life is because is lying!

There is a spring in every life:
We must sing it in bloom
If God gave us voice, it was to sing!


And if one day I will be dust, ash and nothing
That my night should be a dawn,
That will know how to loose me ... in order to find me ...

Written by Florbela Espanca, portuguese poet

After a While

After a while you learn
The subtle difference between
Holding a hand and chaining a soul
And you learn that love doesn't mean leaning
And company doesn't always mean security.



And you begin to learn
That kisses aren't contracts
And presents aren't promises
And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes ahead
With the grace of a woman
Not the grief of a child

And you learn

To build all your roads on today

Because tomorrow's ground is

Too uncertain for plans

And futures have a way

Of falling down in mid flight

After a while you learn

That even sunshine burns if you get too much

So you plant your own garden

And decorate your own soul

Instead of waiting

For someone to bring you flowers

And you learn

That you really can endure

That you are really strong

And you really do have worth

And you learn and you learn

With every good bye you learn.

Written by : Veronica A. Shoffstall

Timeless Love

Love
Is born
Grows, envolves
Changes
Ebbs and flows like a river.
Complicated,
Simple as breathing
New, gleaming
Laughter, ripples
Shines, shimmers life's waters
Tears sparkle
Joy
Heartache,
Babies ...
No instruction manual!
Unconditional
Shock and wonder
Misunderstood
Sharp words, smoothed over
Forgiven, not forgotten
Effort, always
Growing, necessary
Calm, supportive, blue
Anger, swift, red
Lingering, Fleeting
Days, Years
Comfortable
... or not.
Doubt
Trust
Comunication
Silence
Pain and sorrow
Solace
Constant
Quiet
Plaintive look
Stolen look
Recognition
Hearts beating
Leaving
Grief unberable
Unspoken, Accepted
Peaceful
How it plays out
Gloom or glee
Is all up to you ... and me
No right
No wrong
Days become years
And years pass as days
Goodbye
Yearning
until we meet again
...
Timeless Love

Written by: Sue Noland

Thinking small

The little ones are so special,

wrapped in their small cocoons,

... surrounded by flowers

that spread their scent in the air.

Girls only in this world,

eating candies,

painting the room with small drops of pink.

Girls that walk on the streets, full of dreams,

wishing to touch the sky on a cold day,

trying to stay warm,

... wanting to feel comfortable,

...and beautiful,

all of them, at the end,

searching for a safe place.

Small details make the difference...

The same girls that were thinking small,

will be the ones,

that one day will become marvelous women.

Written/Handmade by: PopCloud

Tear me not

Tear me not when I’m in pain,
Open your mouth and silence your scream
Holding the words inside your chest

Close your eyes and drag those tears away
Dropping them when I am not around

Hide your hands and grab my fingers
Sliding them into someone else’s body

Stop the sound and listen to me
Pretending that you will hear my sorrows

Tear me not when I’m in pain,
Because I ...
I will never tear you again…

Written by: PopCloud