Porque a nossa relação
acontece em constantes intermitências
e porque nos gostamos simplesmente
somos objectivos e líricos
infantis e profundos
sabemos da fugacidade dos momentos
do gosto do easy going
do desfrutar os musculos em riso
da inteligência de evitarmos perguntas mais difíceis
como a história das nossas vidas passadas,
mesmo se o passado foi cinco minutos atrás...
mas porque desejamos tanto tantas coisas,
I offer you - porque o teu português ainda é uma criança -
uma lista de desejos do a.boy. e uma musiquinha da Joanna Newson, penso que tens muito dela!...
1) the first. telephone call from the girl across the room. a sweet
dream. smell of coffee on weekend morning. she whispers your name and
touches your shoulder.
2) second. a quest for direction. the premeditation of ambition. the
helpful, the kind, the response: over there. how we follow ourselves.
3) anger. disappointment. wishes destroyed. the explosive gesture,
annihilation-desire. the necessary but tragic inclusion of loss and
frustration. the blackness of doubt.
4) the graceful movement of understanding. the open door. invitation
and welcome. an unexpected letter from past memories. the reaching-out
across dimensions of time. persistence and continuation.
5) the little giant. the reversal of fortune. perfect fulfillment, the
mending of schisms, reconciliation with the most beautiful. finding
lost words on the tip of your tongue.
6) hoping for prince or princess. lazy requests. cloud nine vacation. a
child's cry. sickness calling for healing. warm touch, soothing music,
dim lights. imagination become real.
7) vivid color. an indication towards paradise. sensual red hair
falling over closed eyes. the stars, the moon, beyond the wild
cosmology of emotions. she will stay and answer questions that have
never been asked.
8) we script our lives.
9) again the Buddha wish. the lack of discipline. the Buddha wish. the
weight of suffering. the Buddha wish. her body, your body, abandon
themselves.
10) the sealing wax of the blues. the channel of passing. perfect time.
everything you ever wanted. everything you never had.
(Symbolic Index of Wishes)
14.4.06
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"we script our lives" I would quote in this way:
we script our lives
against the bedazzlement
of realizing
the script becomes our lives
if the Buddha wish is to wish without wishing, I wonder what the Buddha act of writing would be.
wish you sunshine.
at the moment my life is my own script, both a creation and a direct action of life itself
my heart welcomes new things, my hands are open, my ears as radars, to catch even the unaudible sounds.
comme tu ais dit:
"...waiting
for the sun
still..."
My profile says the rest :)
sun for you, a big and warm one!
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