Madrid

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My Last Hours in Madrid
Parque del Retiro
September, 2015. 


Sonhei em conhecer Espanha por muitos anos. Esta foto e das minhas ultimas horas em Madrid, no dia da minha partida, do meu retorno a casa. O Parque do Retiro e um lugar super especial, com cascata, castelo de cristal, lago e muitas arvores frondosas. Musica de tocadores de rua. O sol entra pelas folhas, deixando tudo mais dourado. Tinha eu nessa manha os olhos tristes e cansados. Havia eu feito uma confissao na noite anterior. Dissera-te que nao podia mais. Que tinha o peito cansado de arfar amor. Um amor que nunca poderia ser. Tinha os olhos cansados por saber que a partida seria definitiva. Que o retorno seria vazio. Que a esperanca havia roto como as folhas que tornam-se marrons no outono e caem. sao bonitas, mas mortas. Bonitas, mas secas. Fenecem com cor. Caem pouco a pouco. Como haviam caido minhas lagrimas e meus solucos na noite anterior. Desisti do amor. E dessa esperanca tao teimosa de encontra-lo. Cingi meus labios de silencio e minha alma de esquecimento. Eu vivia de lembrancas. Eu conspirava esses sonhos assim tao alucinantes que acabavam rompendo-se em desilucao. Agora toco a carne ainda viva do meu corpo. Carne marcada. E escorrem lagrimas no meu rosto ja mais velho, ja mais triste. Ja cansado. Atarantada, em silencio, no meio da sala vazia ensaio uns passos. E a musica ressoa uma vez mais. Volta e meia me absorve a musica. Vejo musica como a unica forma de comunicacao que conheco. Sinto a musica. Nos espacos em branco da estante. Na cama feita de papel no ceu da minha boca. Boa moca, eu era alguma vez. Eu fui. Agora se emperdenece de dor meu coracao. Que ja nao sabe mais a quem amar. Se a vida. Ou ao adeus. Sem o brilho de teus olhos partia de Madrid. Outra vez sozinha. Abriam-se entao as portas de um ceu amplo e vazio. A imensidao de ser.

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  1. Jose Manuel1:01 PM

    Madrid te adora. Eres una mujer increíble.

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