Dripping Sun
In a day of weeping, dripping sun I’ve walked away and I didn’t looked back, not even once and instead of staying there, I’ve wished, in a really dry, direct way, to be elsewhere.
Guilt, that was what I felt…blaming.
I had no more grace...I was glad, but it wasn’t happiness. It was fear. Scare. What if someone found out? Oh, if someone have found out I didn’t want to be there! I had felt homesick, but I realized that everything was all far, far away from who I am now.
I looked into her eyes and I said farewell, goodbye.
Remorse.
Not a drop of regret for going away, though.
What a selfish! However, I didn’t want anything else, but what I had built there...no, that sun has become too weeping for me...no more drip…for now…
I am high in the clouds and I feel good...now I belong.
I am high in the clouds and I feel good...now I belong.
Again.
See you soon,
Dr. Dio Balladeiro
See you soon,
Dr. Dio Balladeiro
2 comentários:
mysterious and leads to several reflections on the question...
Pra vc deixo as palavras de Drummond:
Carta
Há muito tempo, sim, não te escrevo.
Ficaram velhas todas as notícias.
Eu mesmo envelhecí: olha em relevo
estes sinais em mim, não das carícias
(tão leves) que fazias no meu rosto:
são golpes, são espinhos, são lembranças
da vida a teu menino, que a sol-posto
perde a sabedoria das crianças.
A falta que me fazes não é tanto
à hora de dormir, quando dizias
“Deus te abençoe”, e a noite abria em sonho.
É quando, ao despertar, revejo a um canto
a noite acumulada de meus dias,
e sinto que estou vivo, e que não sonho.
Beijos!
Rouge Cerise
Perfect one, Rouge!
You got it!
Dio
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