• O céu será o limite?...

Acordei nesta manhã de Agosto a findar… e miro com algum espanto que o céu está cheio de carneirinhos. Presságio de bonança.

Há dias assim. Dias em que não tendo ninguém à nossa beira, faz muitas luas já, e nos encontramos sem um amor morando dentro do peito… Eis senão quando o universo conspira em nosso favor. E nos faz chegar carinho bom e abundante, de variadas proveniências.

Até parece que basta tão-só começarmos a nos deixar embalar num imprevisto e repentino sonho. Morninho. Promissor. E lá chamamos a atenção de alguns anjos que já nos tinham visitado antes. E eles são desejosos de nos encher de suaves mimos.

Ontem chegaram-me novas de que a minha escrita tocou mais um outro coração. Este, desta feita, com as mesmas dores que eu.

Já não é apenas para minha terapia que estas linhas rascunho. Agora sei que os meus ditos também podem ajudar outras almas. A lidar com o que esta coisa de viver a vida leva a que tenhamos todos de suportar. De bom e de mau.

• Love and desire

The wise words above were said by Robert Frost, an american poet.

So… This way, to love is nothing else but to desire and be desired… And more likely often just the last condition... Which makes love quite a selfish feeling, to a great number of us.

There's a fact on what I am becoming more and more conscious, as time goes by  I'm afraid I won't be anymore desired by anyone. I lost any charm that I might once had. And I've become somehow a bitter and faithless man, these last hard two years, by being left alone, and furthermore, neglected.

Therefore, there will be no use to desire, as well. If there's no chance for me to be desired once more… By anyone.

Therefore, I'm done on what love is concerned. 

How can I love any woman whatsoever again?… After ceasing to be loved and, most significantly, desired by the last one with whom I shared nine years of our lives? In such a sudden and traumatic way… With all this miserable guilt feeling I will carry for the rest of my days…

Oh, how I've foolishly wasted the good fortune that I was born with…

• Faith, stay a little while longer, please...

"I learned that I can not demand love from anyone.

I can only give good reasons to like me...

And be patient for life to do the rest."

  - William Shakespeare -

For the good reasons part, I have this humble blog. A multilingual blog about LOVE, which started as a joke and has turned out to be the main tool I use in the hard task of searching for my soulmate, at a worldwide scale. Eventually one day at a even bigger scale, if proof of intelligent life forms outside our planet Earth will be produced.

She has got to be somewhere!...

Writing these things now, I don't seem to be that much patient, after all. I'm pushing my luck to run a bit faster. I'm asking life to do its part sooner. I've wasted my time far too long…

• Μοναξιά*

Μοιάζει μπορώ να συνηθίσω στην ιδέα να μείνει μόνη της για το υπόλοιπο της ζωής μου ...

Idon't αισθάνονται τόσο πολύ πια την ανάγκη για κάποιον από την πλευρά μου. Υποθέτω ότι είμαι ένας σκληρός τύπος για να ζήσει με. Έτσι, αρχίζω να εγκαταλείψει τις ελπίδες της εύρεσης κανείς σε αυτόν τον απέραντο κόσμο στον οποίο μπορώ να είμαι ένας καλός σύντροφος. Ο κόσμος θα απαλλαγείτε από μένα, αυτό είναι μια υπόσχεση.

Δεν είχα επιλέξει τη μοναξιά. Δεν έχει ακόμη. Αλλά είμαι στο δρόμο για να αγκαλιάσει αυτή την επιλογή σύντομα.

Αρχίζω να αισθάνομαι πολύ άνετα στο να είσαι μόνος σου.

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* Loneliness, in greek.