Reminders

The cold breeze cutting through my lips
The sun scorching down on me
The bubbly waves that touch my heel
And the sounds played in the sea

The playful tears that took the place
Of what had once been a louder cry
The smile that burns inside my chest
The newer paths where I walk by

Reminders of what new stories of all that was untold
And days unlived, and laughs unlaughed
New pictures I now behold

The things I've chosen to remeber and those I neglected to forget
Live inside and have become
Reminders that I'm free

The tree of life

* Tree of life - by Tim Parish


The roots which ground a wandering heart
Grow deeper and further even when apart
Take place in the soul of a desiring man
And guide the way through life's secret plan

They cannot be traced to a single core
And there is no end to be seen in them
All tangled up; though many, the same
Changed their various sores

And just when they seem to have been figured out
There comes a newer, unfathomable sprout
The sum is then modified again

And the parts that may have fluttered before
Now intertwine and dance and take new form
Only to break from the very ground and fly

away

Love

In the war between the worlds I live in
Where I, too, fight battles of my own
I've come to realize that the only thing
That really matters in this life is love

Love for the friends you make and keep
For the ones who go and carry on
For those whom you may never see
And for the ones you had before

Love for the love you had or shared
And for the ones you dreamed ahead
For those which may have passed you by
And for that one which will never die

And love for all the years that passed
The little things that just won't last
The big things you never saught
The one thing you never thought

Love for the life the lies ahead
Each step we take, the road we make
Is just another day to rest
To live, enjoy, forgive and laugh

To love.

If

What would you wish for
If dreams could come true
With the blink of an eye
Anything you could do
Would it be about things
and changes and chance
Or would it be about living
And loving again?
Where would you choose
To spend the next day
Who would you have
Come join you and stay?
If there's an answer
And in your heart you know
Wait for nothing, or no one
Live it all, live it on...

Written soul

Where words can't be spoken, I write
When they can't be written, I cry
And when enough tears have been wept
When all is said, there's nothing left
That's when a new page is turned

And in all that blank which lies ahead
There's still so much yet to be had
There's all, there's none, and then there's that
The chance, the choice, the newest path
That's when you find you've learned

Withal, the steps I choose not to take
Become as vital, and perharps as great
As the longest journeys I'm yet to commence
Within each word, though written or enhanced
Amidst the reticence I intend

*quadro de Marcio Melo - A cortina de renda

Ainda

Eu ainda sonho acordada
Ainda espero pelo dia
Ainda choro com criançaa
Ainda rio com piadista
Ainda creio na verdade
Ainda odeio a mentira
Ainda brinco de bobagem
Ainda brigo pela vida
Ainda quero ser feliz
Ainda ando devagar
Ainda vivo por um triz
Ainda penso em me casar
Ainda espero ser melhor
Eu ainda sou eu mesma
Ainda que nao seja
Ainda amo, mesmo so.

Fulgaz

"O que foi, já não é mais"
Se ficou, já se desfaz
"Nada é pra sempre"
E ainda que intente
Não pode ir além
Dos anos que vão e vem
Por isso a entrega
de quem não se nega
Ser

Sem tempo que caiba
A vida que ensaia
Em seu passo veloz
Clama alto sua voz
Pelos dias que ainda
Se contam da vida
E a chance de um lar
Nessa vida que é mar
Viver

Emma Sorry

If I were to tell you the story
Of a blue-eyed girl called Emma Sorry
Would you be kind enough to stay
And carry on if I start to refrain
Would you be willing to hear me wisper
Or if I yelled, would you still listen?
Or would it be to much to bear
If Emma Sorry wore no hair
Or even any kind of perfume,
You wouldn't want her, I assume...
Oh, no! But Emma Sorry wears no rings
Or any ornaments you may think
What you hear, is what you get
Emma Sorry you would last.

Luciana Mano
Janeiro/2011

(Un)expected(ly)

I prayed for the sun so I could bathe in its light
Yet the pouring rain made me wait for the night
And when the stars didn't come, I noticed what had gone (by)
A whole day of looking at others and myself
A day of surrender and laughter and smells
And, yes, the sun wasn't here today
As I had wanted, hoped and prayed
(But what have I gained!)
The light of lingering smiles,
The glow of unworried faces
The brightness of friendship
And much smaller spaces
Between me and everlasting love.

Luciana Mano
Janeiro/2011

Gratidão

Dias lindos quando o sol era mais feliz
Nuvens densas das chuvas que não vi
Idas e vindas, sonhos e planos
Que, ainda que não vividos, nunca foram vãos
A vida só existe pra quem se permite viver
e rir, chorar, correr, lutar, ganhar, perder
E se peder. E se encontrar em outro lugar
longe de tudo que já não é mais.
E sendo vivo, pode ver que nada é mais
nem menos, tudo é vida. E é feliz.

Luciana Mano
Janeiro/2011