Tudo chegava, menos você.

“É como uma daquelas noites
em que eu não te tinha,
em que a sua falta
me corrompia.
Uma daquelas noites 
em que eu me perdia,
entre palavras e mais palavras alheias;
tentativas vãs de te encontrar.
Mas então o sol aparecia,
os pássaros cantavam, 
o café ficava pronto.
Você desaparecia,
eu me encontrava.
Mas quando a noite chegava
e a lua aparecia,
tudo voltava.
Só você não vinha.”

Bubbles

I fill myself with love,
a love that I give to you
in portions.
Little by little
each day,
in masked ways.
In a word or a care
my heart involves
all this feelings,
all this love.
But in the end of the day,
I’m still full of love
to give.
Little by little ends up
not being enough.
And now and then
I ache ‘cause you’re
not here,
or I’m not there,
and we’re not close,
physically speaking.
The day ends and
I feel like I’m in a bubble
and you’re outside of it,
but I cannot reach you.

Stay

“It’s 5 in the mourning and the sun is almost rising
the birds outside started to sing
and I’m looking at Venus and thinking of
how love can make it difficult for us to give up on
someone.
It hurts less giving up on giving up than
giving up on someone.
I’m thinking of how we are right now,
how I’m afraid you’ll leave again,
even knowing that we’re not that fine 
anymore.
Still, I don’t want you to leave.
I want you to stay.
Stay.
Stay because even not knowing how I feel
about you anymore, we had a great year.
Stay because of that connection I felt with you,
because I think it still exists somewhere between us.
Stay because there were times I thought we were
thinking of the same thing at the same time.
Stay because everytime I hear that song, that lately is kind chasing me, I remind of you.
Stay because when you are by my side everything is better.
Stay because when you’re by my side I try not to be so egocentric.
Stay because I want to take care of you. 
Stay because I want to keep discovering who you are, your layers. 
Stay, because if you go, it will be for the last time,
and I don’t want to lose you.”

I know you are my home. You are where my heart is. But, sometimes, it’s not easy to go home. Sometimes we have to go in directions that’s not the right one, or the longest way, because the short one is not avaliable at the moment. Sometimes it takes time. Not because we want to, but because it’s not the time yet.
I’m sure of what I feel. I know that in the end of this path, regardless of what might happen, you still will be my home, my heart, where I wanna be. It’s you, and will always be.

Flowers

I love flowers and I love you. I love how flowers are so beautiful, and make things beautiful; I love how you make me happy, and how everything's better for me when you're by my side. I admit, I don't understand why people love so much the smell of flowers, but I like to think that I understand your fears. I can't describe what I feel when I look to the rose that I grabbed from the garden yesterday, but it's something so admirable: the rose itself and its beauty, and in the same way, I can't really describe exactly what I feel for you. But I know that it's something strong, big, beautiful. And, so like the rose, admirable: because it's for you.