" Everything chains me to the land I gave myself in:
the suddenly teenager river,
the light tripping on the corners,
the sands where I impatiently burnt.
Everything chains me with the same sad love
that is knowing life doesn't last long,
and in it I put hope and the warmth
of some fingers with remains of tenderness.
They say there are other skies and other moons
and other eyes deep with joy,
but I belong to these houses, these streets,
this love dripping melancholy. "
(eugénio de andrade, canção breve)
...
i see the way.
i know it complete, and i know where it leads.
to which sea of land and people of my own.
fear of shame?
shame of fear?
the same cold shiver going into the sea
- my whole life in suspended desire
for the awaited time of this dive of me.
more than queens and princes
i bring in my suitcase the fairies that know my wings
in certainty, dignity of just being.
i am all those i buried,
all those that were born inside
- tattooed seeds of constant change of tide.
.
i hear (myself) in the wind.
as if mine the name that someone.
as if calling dream to a life
that no one else
no one else
has.
...
right now,
faraway and close,
i try humbleness:
i live.
.
(first picture: ana nicolau, selfportrait2007
second picture: eduardo gageiro
third picture: haleh bryan, dani-blue)
