It's over now, the music of the night.

Livre!

2006-09-26T22:32:00.000+01:00

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

2006-09-22T22:52:00.000+01:00

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

2006-09-17T13:08:00.000+01:00

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

2006-08-21T13:26:00.000+01:00

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

2006-08-20T21:09:00.000+01:00

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

2006-08-19T23:01:00.000+01:00

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

2006-08-19T13:11:00.000+01:00

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...

2006-08-18T22:44:00.000+01:00

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??

Desejos

2006-08-17T21:44:00.000+01:00

Queria saber esculpir mármore

E decifrar o que voou nos teus olhos

Queria saber talhar relevos na madeira

E ler as rugas que surgiram na tua cara

Queria saber pintar em telas brancas

E entender o franzir da curva dos teus lábios

Queria saber moldar o barro em peças

E saber desfazer os nós dos teus cabelos

Queria saber fazer origamis coloridos

E saber capturar a sombra das tuas pestanas

Queria saber desenhar em papel de seda

E saber de cor as linhas das tuas palmas

Queria saber escrever no ar

E saber exprimir uma onda de emoção.

Ensaio sobre o amor

2006-08-16T17:44:00.000+01:00

O que é o amor?
Mas não me interpretes erradamente
Pois o que procuro
Não são (nem sequer se aproxima)
Longas dissertações em que o amor é maioritariamente
Algo abstracto, de um significado por demais obscuro
Pois se o amor existe e lhe deram nome
Existe, vive, respira e reproduz-se
Toma-lhe o peso,
Mede-o de cima a baixo,
Cheira-o,
Toca-o,
Ouve-o,
Fala-lhe,
Sobretudo sente-o.
Depois de todos os ensaios e experiências,
Solta-o nas cidades escuras
Liberta-o naquelas noites obscuras
Espalha-o pelos passeios fumarentos
E depois volta.

No entanto
O que é o amor?
Para ti
Uma ilusão, um encanto?
Algo de pouco valor?
Fala!
Ordeno-te!
Comando-te!
Peço-te.
Imploro-te...
Escuta-me por um segundo
Articula apenas uma palavra
Ou duas, três e quatro
Realmente não importa
Mas queria realmente que me explicasses,

O que é o amor??

SunriseSunset

2006-08-15T20:24:00.000+01:00

Sunrise, sunset
East and west intertwined
So stable, so safe
Such an accurate guide
Sunrise, sunset

If, someday, the sun fails to rise
The moon will drop
Stars will collapse
Water will cover the earth

If, some night, the sun fails to set
Oceans will dry
Stars will stop to glow
The moon will burst

If, someday, you refuse to look at me
White my face shall turn
Blank my eyes shall become
Tears shall cover my being

If, some day, you refuse to hold my hand
Shattered my heart shall become
From my body, my soul shall escape
My corpse shall turn dry, from so many cries

Sunrise, sunset
Your love, my love
Our lives intertwined
So stable, so safe
Yet so easy to break
Sunrise, sunset

2006-08-13T23:22:00.000+01:00

Lupin - Tonks

She is...
How can I say it?
How can I say she is as bright as the sun
And as solemn as the moon?
How can I explain it?
How can I explain the shadows of her eyes,
When they change from dark to light so easily?
How can I describe something I can’t see?
When I wake,
She’s already pink or purple, according to her fancy.
Somehow, I would like to see the dullness
In her hair, eyes and mouth.
How can I say I know her,
If I’ve never seen her?

When I question myself like that
She always knows.
One small hand behind my neck
Its twin caressing my face.
She says, then:
“You’ve seen me
Mourning, wailing, crying,
Screaming, shouting and weeping…
You’ve seen me
Laughing, smiling, grinning,
Smirking, giggling and twinkling…
How dare you?
How can you say you’ve not seen me?
You’ve seen my dark and my light,
You’ve seen me gloom, you’ve seen me bright.
What else do you want to see?”

I whisper “Nothing”
For it is the truth.
I’ve seen it all,
There’s nothing I want more,
I won’t question you, love, anymore.

Explaining this poem: This can only be understand by those who dive deep into Harry. Others can try to read it, but they won't be capable of reading into it...

2006-08-11T12:41:00.000+01:00

Innocence Reflected

There is a mirror in that wall
It is blank… bare and cold
So common… so innocent (too innocent)
Still it is stretching its arctic fingers
To cruelly clasp my soul in a lethal embrace
Although a glacial feeling blazes my brain,
I still detect the maddening pounding of my heart.
I struggle to yell, but it is hopeless
I struggle to move but the reflecting glass
Purely smirks at my frantic efforts.
I struggle to turn, struggle for freedom
It is useless, all hope is gone
I can't breathe any more
My spirit is dying of freezing emptiness.
I fall into blackness at last
I welcome it with a grateful smile from my corpse
Just a final glimpse at the mirror…
So common… so innocent (too innocent)
There is a mirror in that wall…

Carpe Diem

2006-08-10T18:06:00.000+01:00

Carpe Diem

Few things can be called empty
Like silence.
Do you think it’s full of meaning?
Of an unrequited feeling,
Which forms with anger a hateful alliance?
No, disappoint yourself
For silence is blank, vacant, uncaring,
It’s filled with unsaid words,
Undeclared hates and loves.
These words, hates and loves,
Do not exist, for they are unsaid
And undeclared.
So silence is empty
Of hope, peace or even
Resignation.
Silence is poison.
A living temptation.

Go and love, go and hate, go and live.
Silence must be crashed before it even takes form.
Because when it does….

Sometimes...

2006-08-08T18:27:00.000+01:00

Sometimes when you don't want to see the next morning...
Sometimes when you can't wait for death to come and close your eyes...
Sometimes when you feel the weight of the world on your shoulders...
Sometimes when you hurt...
Sometimes when you cry...
Sometimes when you scream for help and no one comes...
Sometimes when you are lost and no one wants to find you...
Sometimes when you whisper "I'm dying"...

Sometimes when the kisses of all Princes Charming together won't be enough to wake you...

Sometimes when you just exist...
Sometimes when you can't get air to reach your lungs...
Sometimes when you feel your pulse suddenly stop racing...
Sometimes when you feel your heart skip one million beats...
Sometimes when you can not reach the surface...
Sometimes when you are glad that no one cares for you so that you can die in peace...
Sometimes when you know your life is wrong and nothing works...
Sometimes when you feel sometimes became too much...

They come and save you. With a word, a smile, a gesture, a hug. Your friends, your family. The ones you forgot when you were happy are the ones who keep you from falling in the abysm. Again and again and again.