O Vulto Negro

Acabo o treino, Olho para o espelho...
Vejo um vulto negro, Cara pálida.
Uns olhos pintados de preto olham para mim.
Vejo uns olhos castanhos, vítreos,...nebulados como o nevoeiro que se encontrava lá fora, caracteristico de uma noite de Outono.
Reflectido neles vejo a tristeza a chamar,
O desespero a gritar,
E a solidão a chorar.
Saio lá para fora,
Um nevoeiro intenso que não me deixa ver a Lua (minha amiga) e as estrelas (suas filhas) envolve-me.
À medida que avanço
Vejo um vulto negro espelhado nos vidros do primeiro carro,
No segundo já vejo a mesma cara pálida com a tristeza reflectida nos olhos vítreos,
No terceiro, já não vale a pena olhar, pois sei que o vulto negro me vai sempre acompanhar.
Chegada ao local de espera apercebo-me da enorme densidade do nevoeiro, maior do que quando saíra, Como se este tivesse aumentado e fosse aumentando a cada expiração que eu libertava, deixando o vapor de água a flutuar no nada.
Eis que chega o meu meio de transporte para o meu lar quente e confortável,
Mas não suficientemente comfortável para o meu Vulto Negro.

From My Heart to Yours

I don't want to hurt you,
But sometimes looks like you want to be hurted,
And I don't know what to do.
I cannot say that I don't like beeing with you,
But I know that I'm going to hurt you soon or later.
And you need to know the truth,
I feel like I'm using you!,
And I don't want to do that,
I only want you to go on with your life,
And live.
"To Sail Away".
I know that I'm going to feel empty,
Alone and sad,
But I'm ready to do that for you,
For your own good.
I think I've always thought only in the others,
Without thinking about me,
But sometimes I need time for myself,
Do what I want.
As you can see,
I'm thinking about your good,
About you.
I think that I don't love you,
But you "say" that you love me,
And that makes me sad,
Because you'll be down because of me,
That's a pain for my heart.
Save yourself, your life,
Before you become doomed,
Like me.

Art

What about Art if we don't exist?
It won't exist either.
We've created it,
Because we can't live without her.
It's one of our ways of expretion,
The way we have to show some of our feelings,
Feelings that we can't describe with words.
Some people say that Art is Beauty,
I think that Art isn't Beauty,
But Beautiful.
I think that she's beautiful,
And I also admire it and their creators,
Because,
Sometimes we can feel what the creator/artist wanted to transfer to the Art piece,
The Happiness,
The Loneliness,
The Sadness,
The Love,
...
A lot of things.
But,
What I realy want,
Was that,
Someone,
Undersatands what I want to transmit in my own draws,
Their meaning,
Because,
Who understands it,
Will know how I feel about everything,
Will know me better than already knows.