some time ago that he felt this condition, no know if that is depression, if melancholy, if nostalgia, or perhaps even anger may be.
The feeling I have that power over me, lulls me, that I tried to describe but can not find words to make Him known to others. (Mmm, what a fool I am, how can I describe something to others, when I do not even know what that is)
That feeling which memories were fleeting, flying in my mind, between neurons and glia, swam for my blood and lymph, up to drown my immediate reality, all these memories, impressions, all those Lembranças naively thought overwhelm me again never to return.
returned unannounced to my life as much as the illusion of that first kiss and tear of goodbye. But this time I was taken completely take over my actions and my thoughts and no feelings so far had succeeded.
not only wait, let time flow, and my wounds are closed many a past in which I live, breathe and sleep every day.
The feeling I have that power over me, lulls me, that I tried to describe but can not find words to make Him known to others. (Mmm, what a fool I am, how can I describe something to others, when I do not even know what that is)
That feeling which memories were fleeting, flying in my mind, between neurons and glia, swam for my blood and lymph, up to drown my immediate reality, all these memories, impressions, all those Lembranças naively thought overwhelm me again never to return.
returned unannounced to my life as much as the illusion of that first kiss and tear of goodbye. But this time I was taken completely take over my actions and my thoughts and no feelings so far had succeeded.
not only wait, let time flow, and my wounds are closed many a past in which I live, breathe and sleep every day.
Soundtrack:
"Soledad" Jorge Drexler Maria Rita.
