Message in a bottle

I've been listening to all these complicated love stories around me, and it scares me. You're my chance, my ticket to the fairy tale land. Please don't ever break my heart, because I've got a feeling that what has been broken and mended can never be whole again - or not as pure.

Or as Yets put it, "I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams."

"Dessa feliz felicidade que sei que não há-de

haver sem eu correr o risco de a perder."

Knot

Por coincidência - ou não - sempre que morei em Lisboa morei perto de uma estação de comboios. Não sei se é isto que me faz ter esta ânsia de partir; ouvir os destinos, ver as carruagens e sentir que é suposto saltar para dentro de uma delas.

Ou talvez seja só porque sempre quis partir e agora há uma razão para isso. Mas hoje sou só este nó no estômago - porque não preciso de partir, só de esperar. E eu, que sempre fui paciente, tremo.

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Coincidentally - or not - everytime I lived in Lisbon I lived near a train station. I do not know if that's what makes me have this urge to leave; listening to the destinations, seeing the carriages and feeling that I'm supposed to jump into one.

Or maybe it's just because I always wanted to leave and now there is a reason for it. But today I'm just this knot in my stomach - because I do not need to leave, I only need to wait. And I, who have always been patient, am trembling.

somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose

or if your wish be to close me,i and
my life will shut very beautifully,suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility:whose texture
compels me with the colour of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands

E. E. Cummings

We definitely got our thing together don't we baby

"You're my sun, my moon, my guiding star
My kind of wonderful, that's what you are"

The Elephant Man