unicidades

O que foi o mundo antes de ti. Espera. O que e o mundo depois de ti? Ainda nao sei. Sento-me na beira do mar e respiro o mundo. Pesado. Engulo os sofregantes sonhos. Me desertaste, e eu ao-mar. Maos cheias de amor a tua espera. Recolhida no dourado do sol que me enxerga. Maresia alta. Frangrancia de umidade quente. Brisa. A companhia do passaro que tem por lema apenas estar e partir. O mundo de antes, que perdi, era feito de significados. Deixo essa vida de significados para tras. Minha lucidez agora me banha de sal e remorsos. Ah, se eu tivesse estendido-te a mao no dia em que partiste. Se talvez eu tivesse gritado a ferocidade da minha raiva e minha dor. Quem sabe? Quem sabe meu mundo agora fosse outro. Esfera de fogo. Arabesques de titaneo moldado pela tua forca.

I lost my father. Years ago. When somehow we got distanced and disconnected from each other. My mom used to say my dad and I had very similar personalities and that's why we didn't get along. I wonder if she used to say that because of my brother (the favorite). I guess she wanted my brother to be like her. I lost my father in the complicated life of adults. It was things here and there and then one day it was something that felt like a nuclear war. I was 11 years old at the time and that was, perhaps, the first step towards an awkward and feeble relationship between a father and a daughter.  It seems like our silence was our small war. We talked through my mom. I went to college and our distance seemed to grow larger. At the same time, I developed some of the same likes my dad had. I was into architecture, punctuality, music, nature. Reading and writing. There was an external calm within me that was a mirror imagine of that man I learned to be distanced from.  I am ...