Livre!

Bem, o meu primeiro post tipo diário! Se bem que nunca escrevi um diário, faz-me impressão pensar que alguém o podia encontrar. Mas como isto é meio anónimo...

Os meus dias são na verdade muito normais. Sou uma rapariga normal, estudo numa escola normal e tenho amigos normais. Enfim, uma normalidade total.

Que seca.

Morte

A Morte

Futuro, presente, passado
Séculos que passam sem marca deixar
Ecos da vida de outrora
Sons de algo que agora acontece
Visões do futuro por vislumbrar

No revolver dos tempos irmãos
Ela espreita, imutável
Ela espera, paciente
Ela mata, simplesmente
Futuro, presente, passado

Back to School

Return

I’ll see him again.
Tomorrow.
Will I feel the same?
Or will the butterflies,
Fly away?

My hunger for his presence,
Will it still be there?
My desire for his laugh,
Do I still have it?

It has been so long.
My God, how large the months become,
When one is young and in love!
The seconds become hours,
The hours become weeks,
The weeks become years,
The years become forever!

Will I still crave his touch?
Will my breath still quicken,
When he hears my name?
Will my pulse still race,
When I hear his?

Will I fall to the ground,
Lifeless, hopeless,
If I find his heart amiss,
Belonging to another one?

So many doubts,
Such endless questions,
They all lead, with no exception,
To the main one,
The most terrifying one.

Will I still… love him?

Ilusions

If I introduced you to my mirror

We would see a dark revolving

Of scarlet, purple, dead blue

For my mirror

Reflects the soul

And not your face

Pure, sweet and soft

So opposite to everything I know.

Occlumency

The dangers of recalling the Past

He holds his breath trying to breathe
He closes his eyes trying to see
He shuts his mouth when speech is needed
Only opening it when silence is treasured
His mind clouds trying to clear
His soul like a crystal when it should be steel

Fame
Power
Fortune

How can I, from where I stand,
Teach him, make him understand?
Our mutual hatred, my own disdain,
Pure resentments he can’t contain

Fame
Power
Fortune

For all that’s happened in the past
He shall pay at this instant
I recognize he’s not his father
I’m not sightless, do you know?
He may, yes he may not be him
But how can I teach him
Protect is worthless life
When I, myself, want to see his death?

Fame
Power
Fortune

I fail to see behind that hateful mask
As others fail to see beyond his believed credit

Fame
Power
Fortune

Not even his eyes manage to melt my heart
Because their former owner
Leaving me like frozen statue
Chose him to share joys and fears,
To care and hold, to life and death
So true, so true, like the Good Book says

Fame
Power
Fortune

I won’t succeed, I know it now
The boy won’t learn and it’s my entire fault
Towers will drop, alliances will crash
For my flaw I shall burn in Hell

O Nascimento da Fénix

Receberás a pureza da música das trevas

Serás dotada da poesia clara da manhã

Uma teia, tecida será da mais pura lã

Por ti, transfigurarei da luz centenas e milhares de servas

Ténue, hesitante, aéreo talvez

O tempo será criado de um nada sem valor

Tudo o que ouves, tudo o que sentes, tudo o que vês

Será luminoso, claro e resplandecente de amor!

Estas palavras que te dedico

São, tu sabes, invenção pura

Pois eu desde já clarifico

Tu és algo não descrito, que perdura.

To Severus

Freedom and Power

Two lonely, simple words
The centre of my thoughts,
The fear that I must crash
Freedom and Power at last

Seven years I’ve spent
Suffering, working with all my might
Never once enjoying the day light
Senseless at sounds of taunts

Is it needed, this essence
Of Power and Freedom,
Freedom and Power?
Will I be able to forget such precious flower?

Far from my father, my nightmares
Far from them, my torments
Far from her, my torture
Far from those eyes…
(Those eyes of hers)

Finally I meet my future
A piercing gaze captures my mind
Bright red eyes make me decide
Freedom and Power I’ll conquer at last

The Dark Lord needs my help
She… she won’t need me ever
For I’m chained to him forever
For Freedom and Power, that’s it

There’s no place for me in here
Never was, never will be
I need to hide, need to run
Away from blue, penetrating eyes
They read my mind, read my soul
Or should I hide from hers instead?

The Prince will fly away
There’s no use for me here
He needs me and I need…
Freedom and Power, indeed…

Sou...

Sou alguém ou sou ninguém? Sou importante ou insignificante? Pertenço ou não pertenço? Tantas perguntas que nunca foram (ou serão) respondidas.
Sei o que sei ou sei mais do que alguma vez saberei? Apenas sei que nada sei? No futuro vou-me esquecer deste presente? Vou conformar-me, resignar-me a viver junto à pele do coelho? Ou vou aventurar-me, escalar por um dos compridos pêlos e chegar ao topo a tempo de vislumbrar tudo o que existe no Universo?
Será?
Serei?
Saberei?
Subirei?
Tantas questões por questionar, tantas respostas por responder...
Crescerei para ser aquilo que quero ser? Mas que quero eu ser? O que sou agora? O que fui à 5, 10, 15 anos?
Alguém sabe?
Alguém me pode dizer?
Está aí alguém??