No

I owe you nothing

I owe you no yes

I made you no promises

and you’re not entitled

to anything mine

 

You’re so used to being on top

to making decisions

regardless of others

but I am not

your path to choose

 

And it’s so surprising

that it feels like pain

for being rejected

like you did before

so many times

 

You’re so used to believing

that everything you want

is meant for you

 

Well here’s what you get from me

and I’m sorry to be

the first one to let you know

but my offer to you is my biggest

and brightest and loudest and mightiest

no

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Bravos

Os olhos seguem o vulto no jardim

Escorre a luz do sol em seu cabelo

Cabeça baixa, tomo apontamentos

Resignada, a vida segue adiante.

 

Esse convite a ousar admitir

O que é realmente importante

Requer coragem para assentir

E nem todos são bravos o bastante.

Out of the Blue

You should materialize

in front of me right now

for I am bored and lonely

and life has no expectations.

 

You should come out of the blue

and bring me novelty

with your shining smile

and everything that is all I want.

 

You should read my thoughts

and tell me funny jokes

while you open a bottle of wine

made from the kind of grapes I like.

 

You should take your guitar

and turn my blues into music

and we would dance as if we knew how

and I would tell and you wouldn’t judge.

 

You should be the one who comes to aid

when things are broken beyond repair,

for you should try and fail and persist,

and you should be the one who is there.

Beauty

I looked for beauty

to fill up my eyes,

I looked for beauty

to wake up my soul

 

I looked and searched,

then beauty was quest.

I kneeled and tumbled,

then beauty was rest.

 

I looked for beauty

when I was hungry,

then I found beauty

in a pear.

 

I looked for beauty

when I was no one,

then I found beauty

in a stare.

 

I looked for beauty

when I was settled,

then I found beauty

in a scare.

 

I looked for beauty

then looked no more,

then I found beauty

everywhere.

Rodas do Mundo

Os pés cansados, o suor, o andar em falso

acusam a dureza da jornada

que se arrasta em dias modorrentos sem relógio,

rasteja em meses e anos sem calendário

 

Os anos passam tão depressa

e as horas tão devagar.

Tanto corremos, tão cansados,

mas pra onde?

 

Somos peixinhos dando voltas num aquário.

Somos ratinhos de laboratório

resfolegando em suas rodinhas

tentando, desesperados,

chegar a algum lugar.

 

Em algum lugar, alguém repousará,

mas não nós que temos fogo sob os pés,

nós que vivemos pra correr

e corremos pra sobreviver.

Somos animais de circo enjaulados ,

sobreviventes da cadeia alimentar,

encenando as piores leis da natureza,

expostos para entreter a quem?

Corremos, corremos tanto,

movemos as rodas do mundo

que alguém estará pilotando

em direção a algum lugar.

Mas não nós que temos fogo sob os pés

e asas que nunca se abrem.