-The Return-

I

In that burning gaze of awe

In recognition a soul will know

That in heaven I was forged

To the very light of my core.

II

‘Cause I come from a place so far

That memory falters and breaks

Don’t deceive me, tell me now

Have you seen its wonders and flames?

III

A million stars afloat

Myriads of suns ablaze

Bodies as silk in charm

Through life slipping away

IV

Such beauty does my heart recall

Million lives won’t light up my face

Hope reaches beginnings, another end

And makes it through time, through space

V

In these lonesome mortal hours,

I beseech you, old embrace,

For golden light to return

To my skin, in ancient grace.

VI

Remind me that beauty is all

And us, we’re diamonds still

Though clouded with thin dust

Our souls bear flames to sing.

VII

Our eyes filled with tears,

To dark heavens stare

Stars, stages will roam

‘till in sight is our home

VIII

Speak to me of our purpose:

Our light to this Earth devote.

And there lying will be hope

Of someday, somehow To Return.

*

Fall

"O pano cai, o medo vem, o corpo treme..."

Linda Martini

Words inside my head

"The problem with being a dreamer, a writer, a poet, is not that they feel more than everyone else. 

It is that they cannot escape from it. All the pain, ache and explosions,- others can dismiss as merely a feeling that cannot be contained. But for us, there are endless words to describe the way we feel, to actualize the feeling, to give it existence, to gravitate them. The irresistible impulse to label everything, to get to the bottom of every unexplainable feeling is crippling. To live as a writer is non-apologetic. Everywhere that you try to escape to, is aesthetically numb. Even when you do not see what reminds you of it, words are running madness inside your head."

Unknown Author

.

But I set fire to the rain.

.

Wonder-

Is it too late to call you on the phone?

Too late to tell you I'm alone?

-ful

Love Beyond Sense

"There is light, there is life, there is love beyond sense,
Beyond speech, beyond song, beyond evidence.
There is wonder intense, a miraculous sun,
As the many are molten and mixed into one."

ALEISTER CROWLEY 

 

 

(How can you say this guy was evil? O.o)

Earth

I've been believing in something so distant.

As if I was human.

*

Evanescence

Dream

"Life is only a dream. And we are the imagination of ourselves."

Bill Hicks

Wild Roses

You're beautiful, so silently
It lies beneath a shade of blue.

It struck me so violently,
When I looked at you.

But others pass, they never pause
To feel that magic in your hand.

To me you're like a wild rose.
They never understand why.

I cried for you
When the sky cried for you.

And when you went
I became a hopeless drifter.

But this life was not for you
Though I learned from you
That beauty need only be a whisper

I'll cross the sea for a different world
With your treasure, a secret for me to hold.

*

I do.

Be.Silent

I've been whoring my Will in exchange for silence.

Wrong

The right ones can say anything.

The wrong ones make the right things wrong.

Crowley - Book 1

"But the conscience of the world is so guilty that it always assumes that people who investigate heresies must be heretics; just as if a doctor who studies leprosy must be a leper.  " 

Aleister Crowley

"The Confessions of Aleister Crowley - Book 1"

Lovely.

Sunrise

"Yes, the sun may always set,

dark Night scattered upon this land.

But in its womb 'till time is due, Dawn awaits. "

S.F

No.More.

 My Pieces Are

.

Lost

Can't find that piece of me which has waited this long.

No more waiting.

No more.

.

Women

"There is in every true woman's heart, a spark of heavenly fire... "

Washington Irving

"For I cannot think that GOD Almighty ever made them [women] so delicate, so glorious creatures; and furnished them with such charms (...)to be only Stewards of our Houses, Cooks, and Slaves . "

Daniel Defoe

"Every woman is a goddess. "

Yogi Bhajan

Each one of us is beautiful.

*

Take a Risk

"Pobre de quem teve medo de correr os riscos. Porque este talvez não se decepcione nunca, nem tenha desilusões, nem sofra como aqueles que têm um sonho a seguir. Mas quando olhar para trás – porque sempre olhamos para trás – vai escutar seu coração dizendo: “(...)O que fizeste com os talentos que teu Mestre te confiou? Enterraste fundo em uma cova, porque tinhas medo de perdê-los. Então, esta é a tua herança: a certeza de que desperdiçaste tua vida.” - Paulo Coelho

 =')*

-...Violence...-

Violence

 You're standing on a bridge, high up

cannot know where it leads, How long 

will it be before you sleep

in the old ways of peace?

longing for the other side of you

safe from the storm, caught your veins

in the absence of time to the point

of this immaculate and burning point

of no return.

Lost in the midst of all this violence

it shapes you deep within to nothing

And the knowledge of nothing

it drips through your skin, defined

by fate that is no more, nor ever was.

Heart succumbs to pretending 

Never to have left your Home.

Too blunt of a lie to tell your own soul, 

You never needed to, at all.

Too long, too far to go back

Through many ways where all light dims

In wonders you lie awake to ask, 

if ever will you return.

In your chest, so heavy, stones of memory

Of the loving wild windows and doors.

The way the walls sang you to sleep.

The warmth of the night was yours

And life , it lived on your skin

You used to carry it around like a photograph

But now it is lost...

Forever.

Home was all right

in every angle of the halls

The sparkling waves of time 

in every breath of every day

  The meaning of that silence 

   under those  sheets of  your bed

Th'eternal grounds of safety

when lying on your floor.

The confident protection 

of the beating on walls.

But the ones who'd never forget

They know not your voice...

Anymore.

So, as the wind cries you away

up these roads of meaningless faces

You fight still strong 

and pray to let go

of piercing stones under your feet

so unwillingly left behind

'cause you counted them all

named each after a star

May they bring you back

If it gets real dark." 

Sara Fernandes...

Ar

"Quando a noite te recusar a pele
E as cores em ti desvanecerem
Adormece do mundo.

 
Intocável
Infinita
Transparente."

Sara Fernandes - Aula Escrita Criativa.

=)

A - Ás vezes só precisamos de alguém que seja criança connosco.
Alguém que seja desde sempre, para sempre. Alguém que ande contigo no baloiço das crianças, sem nenhuma razão aparente e te faça rir quando é a última coisa que pensavas conseguir. Alguém que te ouve sempre e que nunca se queixa. Alguém que te leva a casa quando te embebedas com vodka preta por estares de coração partido.

B- Ás vezes só precisamos de alguém que nos acompanhe.
Alguém que valoriza o que dizes. Alguém com quem nunca te aborreces. Alguém que se sente contigo no Starbucks durante horas a falar de amor e que te deixe a pensar que um dia vais ter saudades de estar ali,  naquele sofá.

C- Ás vezes só precisamos de alguém que nos veja completamente.
Alguém que nos faça chorar de pura felicidade com o mais pequeno e acidental gesto de carinho.Alguém que nos toque tão fundo e de maneira tão natural, que julgamos que ela nunca esteve noutro lugar senão ali mesmo, ao nosso lado. "Someone like you, and all you know, and how you speak."

D- Ás vezes só precisamos de alguém que sinta como nós.
Alguém que sabe o quão irremediavelmente terríveis e insensíveis podemos ser e não se preocupa muito com isso. Alguém que fica até ás 4 da manhã a ouvir a tua desgraça.

E- Ás vezes precisamos de alguém que nos faça rir.
Alguém que , literalmente nos faça rebolar a rir. Alguém ao pé de quem seja impossível estar triste. Alguém que torna qualquer problema num pormenor. Alguém que faz de tudo isto, uma coisa tão, tão simples, que nos sentimos envergonhados de passar dia e noite a complicar.

F- Ás vezes precisamos de alguém que nos ache imprescindível e insubstituível.
Alguém que não julga o que dizes. Alguém que dá valor à tua opinião. Alguém que te é fiel. Alguém que partilha do teu fascínio internacional e não o acha muito grave.Alguém que é casado conosco e, mesmo assim ainda não se fartou de nós.

G- Às vezes precisamos de alguém que passe rápido na nossa vida.
Alguém a quem conseguimos dizer tudo. Alguém que nos ouve atentamente. Alguém que não esteve cá durante muito tempo, mas conseguiu permanecer.

I- Ás vezes precisamos de alguém com quem partilhar uma loucura.
Alguém que, mesmo não estando presente tantas vezes como desejaríamos, já esteve o suficiente. Alguém que sabemos que marcámos. Alguém que consegue ser mais doido do que nós, mesmo isso sendo praticamente impossível nos dias que correm.

J- As vezes só precisamos de alguém que pense connosco.
Alguém que dê valor ás nossas ideias e às nossas criações. Alguém que se interesse. Alguém que nos ofereça um pensamento de volta. Alguém com quem trocamos ideias até ás 3 da manhã, apenas porque somos super iluminados.

L- Ás vezes só precisamos de alguém que nos ame!
Alguém que não faça perguntas. Alguém que nos acalme com o olhar. Alguém que transporte no rosto toda a nossa infância. Alguém que nos prepare uma tosta e um chá quando já não sabemos o que fazer. Alguém que, por mais crescidos que estejamos, nos oferece sempre colo.

M- Ás vezes só precisamos de alguém que veja o mundo como nós.
Alguém que procure o mesmo que nós. Alguém em quem confiaríamos a nossa vida. Alguém que nunca, nunca desistiu de nós. Alguém que é essencial, desde sempre e que nunca o poderia deixar de ser. Alguém que é uma parte de nós e, por isso mesmo, parece que nunca existimos em separado. <3

N- Às vezes precisamos de alguém que nos admire.
Alguém que vê o melhor em tudo o que fazemos. Alguém que nunca falha em estar lá quando precisamos.

O- Às vezes precisamos de alguém que queira estar connosco.
Mesmo que o Universo conspire contra tal facto. Alguém que nos faça rir. Alguém que nunca nos chateie a cabeça. Alguém que ganhe uma discussão com um gesto!

P- Ás vezes precisamos de alguém que nos afaste do nosso pensamento.
Alguém que vê o melhor em nós. Alguém com quem partilhamos gostos e interesses. Alguém que entendemos. Alguém que, mesmo quando estamos a viver o pior dia da nossa vida, afasta tudo isso apenas por, de repente, estar ali.

Q- Ás vezes precisamos de alguém que dê valor ao que fazemos.
Alguém que marque presença quando é necessário. Alguém que tem a memória marcada pelo nosso talento. Alguém que acredita realmente naquilo que poderemos alcançar.

R- Ás vezes precisamos de alguém que saiba que somos, efectivamente, loucos.
Alguém que não se importa, de maneira nenhuma, com isso. Alguém com quem não precisas de falar para saberes que está lá. Alguém que entende sempre os porquês.

S- Às vezes precisamos de alguém que tome conta de nós.
Alguém que nos põe sempre em primeiro lugar. Alguém que se preocupa. Alguém que nunca nos deixaria.

T - Às vezes só precisamos de alguém que nos inspire.
Alguém que nos guie sem sequer dar por isso. Alguém que nos faça abrir a mente e ver o mundo com maior clareza. Alguém que admiremos e que nos valorize de volta.

U- Às vezes só precisamos de alguém que saiba a nossa verdade.
Alguém que é infinito, absoluto...e nosso.

V- Ás vezes só precisamos de alguém que acredite em nós.
Alguém que oiça as tuas coisas mais absurdas e que, em troca, tenha coisas ainda mais absurdas para contar. Alguém que tem um dos melhores abraços do mundo. E eu não gosto de abraços! Alguém que tens a certeza que já conheces há muito tempo.


<3
Thank you!

Wake ME

"Walking in the street

Breath - the only friend.

Strangers pass me by

I'm moving, moving with the wind

Inside me now, the gold

The gold at rainbow's end

Stranger to myself. A Stranger

Stranger 'till the end...
Walk me in the streets!
Take me, to a view on high!
To an empire state!
Tease, Tease and bake me dry!
Swerve and turn on me!
Melt me, melt Me to the wall!
Like an unspent fortune, I'm running...
Running with the call...

Behind the closed door

The one we painted green

To remind me of a perfect plan:

...

Wash my face
In fields of green...

Take me to the Stars for Free!

...Point me to the high wire Call...
Wake me True and WAKE ME ALL! "

Please

Wake 

Me 

All

Zangas

Já alguma vez deram por vocês a pensar que os vossos hemisférios se zangaram e parecem não dirigir a palavra um ao outro?

Mas que terrivel.

Hoje

• Hoje aprendi onde é o meu lugar. Metaforicamente falando.

A poesia é o que permanece...

A minha professora de Escrita Criativa passou-nos uma revista, durante a aula. Apanhei este texto lá dentro e tive de o copiar para o caderno:

"Todas as formas artísticas são declinações do amor, esse sentimento que permanece para lá da distância e da desilusão. (...) é mais fácil acreditar que nada dura do que corresponder à intensidade do que permanece. Dizemos que não podemos saber se uma obra permanecerá porque nos deixamos invadir pela cobardia e pela preguiça. (...) Não reconhecemo o génio onde ele existe, do mesmo modo que desistimos de um amor por medo que ele desapareça. (...) abandonamos para não sermos abandonados, corremos para que o tempo não nos agarre. Vivemos de efeméride em efeméride, no futuro de um passado que não ousámos habitar. (...) viajamos para não pensar. Fornicamos para evitar o susto de fazer amor. Temos medo de ser possuídos pelos fantasmas da permanência, de ficarmos presos aos seus encantos e nos perdermos - por isso não nos encontramos, e o mundo parece-nos virtual, veloz e vazio.
(...) As autoras arrastaram o passado mítico(...) para o subconsciente do tempo em que viviam e criaram o texto de um futuro que ainda não aconteceu, e que nunca terá fim - porque a poesia é o que permanece, o pó de estrelas do que aparentemente não durou." Inês pedrosa

Heartbreaking.
Sara*

Forever Young

• Hoje aprendi...que o gajo do Thor tem uns belos abdominais e que não gosto de conversas sobre bebés. Oh well...não se pode aprender coisas úteis todos os dias, não é?
• Today I learnt that...that Thor guy has great, great abs and that I hate it when people talk about babies all the time. Oh well...one can't learn useful stuff everyday right?

Just in case you're wondering what's that video doing in there: nothing at all.
I hope I'll be lucky enough to remain forever young on the inside, now that I think of it.

Yesterday

• Yesterday I learnt that everything we need to know, we already know. If only we shut the hell up long enough to hear ourselves out.

• Ontem aprendi que tudo o que precisamos de saber, já sabemos. Apenas temos de calar a boca durante tempo suficiente para nos conseguirmos ouvir. 

Letters

 

Oh Elise it doesn't matter what you say...

I just can't stay here every yesterday
Like, keep on acting out the same.
The way we act out...

(...)
Oh Elise it doesn't matter what you do.
I know I'll never really get inside of you!
To make your eyes catch fire
The way they should
...The way the blue could pull me in...
If only they would......

(...)

Elise believe I never wanted this ...
I thought this time I'd keep all of my promises
I thought you were the girl I always dreamed about
But I let the dream go
And the promises broke
And the make-believe ran out...

So Elise,
It doesn't matter what you say.
I just can't stay here Every Yesterday
Like keep on acting out the same
The way we act out...

 
Every way to smile
Forget
And make-believe we never needed
Any more than this

(...)
But there's nothing else I can really do
There's nothing else I can really do
There's nothing else
I can really do
At all...

* 

Yummy

• Hoje aprendi que a melhor salada de frutas do mundo (so far) vive no Chiado, que experimentar roupa é totalmente incompatível com calor e que o laranja fluorescente me fica bem. Quem diria han?

• Today I learnt that the best fruit salad in the whole world (so far) lives in Chiado, that trying outfits and hot weather are a terrible match and that neon orange looks good on me. Who knew huh?

Yummy!

No matter how insane

Anyone’s pretty much ready to spill out what they fear or what they hate.
I’m sure you know exactly what you dislike about your girlfriend or your boyfriend. And your parents, don’t they do exactly that thing that pisses you off every day? Goddamn it, your friends drive you crazy from time to time, don’t they?
I bet they do.
But wait.
What do you love? If there was anything that would make you feel alive right now, what would it be? Have you ever imagined a perfect scenario and placed yourself right in the middle of it?
…
No, I mean really.
Even if you have, I bet you gave up a few seconds later, while muttering to yourself how daydreaming is useless or just…well, that. We’re led to reject these visions ‘cause we don’t believe in them. Not for a second, at all. I mean, why should we?

We stuff into our heads a million reasons why we can’t, why we’re too short, too thin, too fat, too weak, too scared, or too unfit.
And so we can’t, we shouldn’t, we weren’t supposed to, and it’d be too risky, it’d be too expensive, it’d be too crazy, too dumb, too far, too useless or too stupid!

What would your friends say? And your mom? Oh she would freak out, for sure. What if you couldn’t succeed? What if people would laugh at you? What if I lost all my money? What if my plane crashed?!

Ok. Hold on, pal...

Allow me to abruptly change the subject.

What are your dreams made of? What would you be without them? I mean, is there a greater desire, or greater provider of Will? I read somewhere that dreaming is what sets us apart from machines. And, honestly, when I’m walking around it is all I see. People lack that sparkle in their eye. No sparkle. You'll probably settle with the convenient person, instead of going after the one you love. You'll get that 9 to 5 job instead of following your real talent. You'll have the number of kids your mom always dreamt you would. And  probably a car. And a dog. Living and dying. Out there’s just a jungle of existence.
Only that.
And that is not what we need.

So, please, think of what you’d do if you could be or have anything you wanted. You’re not too dumb. You’re not too poor. You're not too weird. You’re not too late…

I just watched a movie. A shrink told this girl, who had tried to commit suicide, that she was going to die in a matter of weeks from an aneurism. A few days later, the will to die just vanished and she was led to perceive each day she had left as a miracle. So she went and did everything she had always wished she had done. No matter how insane.

Interesting, isn’t it? And yet, the prettiest thing is that each day really is a miracle. That is why you should see it as that. That is why you should go after what you want. That is why you should do it right now. No matter how insane.

So…if you were to die in a matter of weeks, what would you do?

Now please: Do it!

Jupiter Again

No one's picking up the phone
Guess it's me and me
And this little masochist, she's ready to confess all the things that I never thought
that she could feel and...

...Hey, Jupiter...
Nothing's been the same.
Thought we both could use a friend to run to.

And I thought you'd see that with me you wouldn't have to be something new...

Sometimes I breathe you in
And I know you know.

And sometimes you take a swim.
Found your writing on my wall.

If my heart's soaking wet,
Boy, your boots can leave a mess!

Guess I thought I could never feel
The things I feel
Hey, Jupiter...

So far

From what I've learnt, so far, the worst feeling in this world is that of helplessness.

Sara Fernandes

Spring

 So today I walked in my English class (late, as always) and I had to write a small poem about spring in, like, 1 minute.

It's terrible, but I've always liked Spring and I have nothing else to post about it.

Spring
Birds rejoice,
Light's new voice.
Change's here,
Rain's there.
Would ever I to stay here dare?

Can't believe it, but I miss December. Somehow, everything  feels colder now.

Happy Spring everyone.
Sara F.

Decisions

19th Of March

"She came home, just won the game
Long time struggle she fulfilled her dream
All she wanted was to make you proud,
You weren't there

She had her birthday few days ago
She got some presents, a big party too
And there were congratulation calls
As the years before, not ever one from you...

You weren't there... 

You weren't there, distant, far away
It's like this every day, they see you in their heads
Wonder if you'll come...
Afraid to close my eyes, and miss you once again...

She cut herself on a piece of paper
It didn't hurt, but she saw the blood
She could need that embrace. You weren't there...


You weren't there, distant, far away
It's like this every day, they see you in their heads
Wonder if you'll come...
Afraid to close my eyes, and miss you once again..."
L.M

(...)

Standing Still

When your dreams seem to belong to someone quite richer
And their greatness seems further than before
Not enough energy to get any closer
Too many tears held back
Yet sleep is unbearable
Brings back all the memories
The world turns,
But you stand still

When your friends speak to someone who is not there
And their laughter is nothing but background noise
Not enough storage for their words
Too many thoughts of your own
Yet silence is deafening
Brings back all the reasons why
The world turns,
But you stand still

When time seems to fail you
And it's painful to be the one trying
Not enough strenght to give up
Too many hours slip away
Yet letting go is unthinkable
Brings back all there could be
The world turns,
But you stand still

When your light seems to have been a dream
And hurt is heavier then what you can feel
Not enough hope to remember yesterday
Too many years ago, it seems
Yet this thought feels so wrong
Brings nothing closer to you
The world turns,
But you stand still

When you wait, without expecting
And you wonder if you could skip a month
Not enough will to guide you through
Too many things, but not what you yearn for
Yet giving up, it breaks your heart
Brings  back the old tears
The world turns,
But you stand still

When you wonder if you are missed
And find some comfort in your silent ways
Not enough ways to be sure
Too many walls that blind you
Yet nothing matters anymore
Brings you an inch closer to some sort of change.

When you miss the ways the light used to breathe you in
And kiss your heart like a tender breeze made of forever
Not a thing would ever dare to bring you down
Too many dreams to hold onto
Yet nothing seems quite right today
Brings you down...brings you back down...

So you breathe in and think this is when god was supposed to send you some kind of angel

No,
Not today
Heaven's on strike

Bed of Roses

"A king's ransom in dimes I'd give each night
To see through this pay phone.
...

Tonight I won't be alone
But you know that don't mean I'm not lonely
I've got nothing to prove for it's you that I'd die to defend."
*

Bon Jovi