Bond Girl

There is some kind of shell warped in layer and layers of subjectivity around you. This always  gave you such a delicate glow, pretty much like the early lights of some cold autumn morning, yellow and warm.
But I see some simple things too, some kind of absurd funny laughs, this way you have to make me feel comfortable. Things always start this conceptual with me.
Because you always make sure I know how vulnerable you are, I hold myself. But that was always the impression I had. Always the things you made me feel.
Still very superficial? Yes. But I can't deny I have some glimpses of the things underneath... and I like what I see.

Schatz

You promised me the nights we are never apart, and gave me the smiles of hope I missed a long time. When you take my hand and lead me to your embrace, when you lock me in your arms and kiss me, you take me away.

You win me over. I am yours.
And I am yours for a life time.
You are my family. You are my future.

Empty Spaces

There are empty spaces between my fingers. No other space is emptier than this ones. The fingers that should be there where holding me from flying around so happy I was. When this hands and caressing fingers where embracing the smallness of my hands everything was right. Heart beats where sync, the curves matched, smiles and sights saying so much with so little. When this spaces where filled… I was complete.

Fehlen

There is no gap between our souls.
Although the fingers can not touch yet.
There is no space we did not cover.
Even the most painful ones.
I see nothing we can not really do,
even we can not do it now, or even then...

He tells me he felt like I have opened a door
that shows him a new world he has never dreamed ,
I thought I had seen this world before, but the truth is:
I was too arrogant and afraid to admit I've never been there too.
There is something of naive and mature in us,
we are kids and adults, crying and laughing.

In my head I touched him a million times,
we had sex, we had dinners, we had a house,
an apartment,  kids and wrinkles.
In my heart we are yet to be, even though we are.
In my life he is there and is not going anywhere.
It's starting and changing and I feel like everyday,
until now, was there only to prepare myself for him.

We woke up, in the cold and in the heat, together,
and we stand up, holding our souls,
thinking every step is another step closer to each other.
We know.. it's worth the pain, the sadness, the longing..
We are sure of us.

Ich liebe dich, mein Schatz.

Golden

"You met me at a very strange time of my life"

Words are meaningless when it comes to explain,

There was directions I didn't think I could change.

And suddenly anything else made sense.

You happened. In that instant... I knew.

Sapecabeca

Ela tinha aquele acento sapeca, tipo difícil de segurar, não era matéria.
Meu sorriso bobo visto de longe sabia: era passageira a sensação de perfeição.
Mas nunca me fez tão mal não esperar por algo que não iria ser, no final, o que eu achava poder.
Porque no fim, românticos idealizam, e depois a realidade, et rien d'autre.

Possibilidades

Me pego em uma lembrança que não existe, em algum lugar entre o futuro e a possibilidade.
Em uma cama grande, ao lado de uma janela, luz branca do nublado, vento salgado e úmido pelo quarto.
Vento da tarde e arrepio, um pouco de frio. Eu sei que eu rio, baixo.
Virando o rosto pra olhar, um sorriso particularmente peculiar de alguém que brinca de brincar.
As pontas dos dedos procuram outras pontas soltas pelo branco desse tear
de sonhos e possibilidade e futuros e nada mais.
Me pego em uma lembrança que não existe, em algum sorriso, algum quarto em qualquer lugar.