mil e uma noites (I)

I’ll dress like an Arab, with complete black robes.

You, a dancer.
A veil covering your face, show only but your glowing eyes.

We’ll dance in the desert for a crowd of stars.
On one side, fire and tents paint the sand of gold with floating shadows and shapes, over the nightly cold. On the other, musicians and snake whisperers soak the canvas with a magical mist full of music and dreams, where we take the leading role following a tune known only to us

[sometimes] even the bridges that you burn...

... can be mended, if [only] you [can find a way to] trust your heart

the best thing on getting lost...

... is finding your way back

fairy tales [story of a heart]

the walls are high.

from its base, it’s hard to tell how high they reach, rivaling only the deserted mountains that surround them. even birds change their course not to crash against them.

despite the long unaccounted for and undetermined age, the fortress doesn’t look old.

the goldish brown stones hum a very low but strong rumble, and irradiate a gentle
[, almost confortable,] warmth.

those able to see it, are puzzled by the enourmously strong glow of octarine: changing light into million fractals, creating ever moving shapes, flowing lines and sketches of past memories, that follow the rhythm and music of a heartbeat

even sound falls short facing this fortress: its colossal mass absorbs all echoes and spoken words into its depths and oblivion

men are drawn to it, only to fall in despair in front of this unearthly giant. slowly, this stronghold corrupts and eats up their souls with the promises of immense wealth and happiness beyond it. in an obsessive feverish attempt, men desperately seek an entrance, a gate, something that will allow them to cross over and get to the dreamed land, slowly driven to complete madness.

it is said, however, that these walls have a weakness, a secret.
only those who know it, or those who by strenght and purity of heart manage to find it, are able to open up a door. a gate that may appear wherever it is summoned to if, and only if, and never ever by any other means, the person trying to enter undresses all pretenses, masks, selfishness and touches the wall with pure mind and heart

i'm allowed to run!!!!!

(slowly, but still...)

there is no future, there is no past...

...thank God this moment 's not the last

there's only us,
there's only this,
forget regrets, or life is your to miss

slow burn

double flame

el fuego original y primordial, la sexualidad, levanta la llama roja del erotismo y ésta, a su vez, sostiene y alza otra llama, azul y trémula: la del amor. erotismo y amor: la llama doble de la vida

my nights

it took me nearly a year to get here. it wasn't so hard to cross that street after all, it all depends on who's waiting for you on the other side.

it is only now that i feel that the wounds are starting to heal...

if i'd say, that even though i get to see you and to talk to you...

... i miss you terribly, would you believe in me?

paradiso perduto

she'll only break your heart, it's a fact.

and even though i warn you,
even though i guarantee you that the girl will only hurt you terribly,
you'll still pursue her.

ain't love grand?

sparkling

wear your best smile,
take out your fairy tale shoes,
just kiss the night, drink the music
and dance

the challenge [na senda de um calceteiro do Chiado]