Granito

Ó belo e majestoso batólito feito de magma arrefecendo lentamente ao longo de tantos milhares de anos. É tal é a paciência que tiveste para conseguir adoptar esta forma que te invejo profundamente essa capacidade todos os santos dias.

Forte, pesada, agarrada à terra como não outro. Tu és um verdadeiro exemplo de preserverança. No entanto, o tempo deixa a sua marca, apareces perante mim, como essas tantas diaclases que metes dó! Como pudeste transformar-te nesta bela monstruosidade que se arrasta pelos montes, deixando cair pedaços erodidos de ti no último inverno? Cada ano que passa pareces-te menos contigo e mais como as pequenas areias que toda a gente dispoe nos seus jardins a imitar praias cheias no verão de toalhas coloridas.

Algumas dessas diaclases encontram-se agora preenchidas, verifico agora ao olhar mais atentamente, mas sabes tão bem quanto eu que com o janeiro que se aproxima isso vai ser tudo levado pelas águas que irão sair dos teus olhos. Tão agarrado ao chão te encontrava, vejo-te agora ao lado de um precepicio pronto para cair a qualquer momento sem nada para te apoiar ou te segurar.

Tenho medo por ti, alma solitária no meio desse monte, preso dentro da tua mente. Entre a caída e a solidão, qual irás escolher? Eu escolho certamente sentar-me aí ao teu lado e chorar a tua triste sina, tentando magicar um milagre para ti.

Skunk Anansie - My Love Will Fall

Roads

So many roads before my eyes. Choosing the right one, It's really a tricky question at this point in time. It makes me wonder if I really wanted to come this way, and now with no more time I find my self stuck in this dirt road. I know that no matter road I pick, I'll get hurt, dirty and tired. So, which ought I pick?

Simple paths can set lifes in the most different ways. How can one chose so lightly, the whole future of so many lifes? How can one be trusted that decision? What if that one picks the wrong one?

Can others opinion help at this time? Or is too late to even care about this stupid, odly picking? You've never been a sucker for philosophic enquires. Why do you keep yourself in this stupid state of mind? So many missed calls you have in this mind-mobilephone that you have up your head. Why do you keep insisting in blocking everyone in?

Just choose the damm road! I'm here to help you! :P

Greek temples

Some times I can't help by feeling really in touch with this famous ruins of past times. Having so many columns to support its weight, grounding them in the same place. It's a weird sensation, knowing all the supposed support that you see and feel, but somehow, they are not in the place that they need to be.

At the sight of this old pillars of my life, all the memories, i get frozen inside, and all those old memories are trying to get out and make me feel anything, bad and good try to leak out.. Those are the stuffs that I'm made off. So fast rushing into things that I am, that I haven't realized the position that I was putting myself into.

In this little chapter of my life, I can smell the nasty odor of fear in those cold infuriating look that I find in every single mirror. But what do you fear the most? Is it the work? Studies? Disappointments? Of course not. Is it the loosing? Loosing your friends to other cities, right?

Road end

In the end of the road you're only able to see that white, troubling, scary light coming from that person that is trying to get to you.. 

But do you feel that thingy is worth you leaving that comfortable place that you find yourself in? Does that makes you risk a little bit? You've never confused with someone who is afraid of risks, but god! Oh are they wrong! You're so petrified of that stupid new light emerging from those clouds, penetrating further and further into your hole of a life.

These clouds trapped in my mind are not helping you decide if this is worth it. Should you leave that chair, and try to meet you half way? It makes my bones shiver, your announced return, amazing stupid bright light called hope.