*~*ZeraH*~*

Gostaría que Gostasses de mim
assim Gostaríamos um do outro
e tudo sería mais doce
a teu lado

*there's always something lost in translation

I would like u
to like me
that way, we'd like each other
and everything would be so much sweeter
at ur side

Já me ultrapassaste, e eu já nem te quero perseguir
passo-te ao lado e os teus olhos já nem olham pra mim
passas por mim e nao me esperas
sabes também acho que mudei
tal como tu o continuas a fazer
e eu quero passar por ti
falar c/ os teus olhos
mas as barreiras sao dificeis de subir

Certas coisas ficam por desmascarar
tal como a maneira que me falas,
o teu agir
e por vezes certas coisas caiem mais fortes
no coraçao
e nao quero pensar nisso
mas ao ver-te volto ao começo
os meus pés sangram
e a minha voz chora a caminho do teu coraçao

Certain things are left uncovered
like the way u speak to me,
the way u act
and sometimes certain things fall harder
on the heart
and i don't wanna think abt that
but when i see u i go back to where i began
and my feet, they bleed
and my voice cries on its way to ur heart

On beautiful days, those where the sun is fuller than life
And holds nothing back
Someone is hoping to be sun kissed at least for that afternoon
Wishing away the paleness of the week, who so cruely erases away
the rosiness from her cheeks
(what’s left of it)
Breathe, child breathe for I’m still to let u go
I’m still to let all ur hues fade from u
Laughter filled afternoons where the birds chirp
And the tree branches sway back and forth as if dancing to the wind-
A moment of worship to the heavens
And she walks past the swaying trees but fails to notice that each breath isn’t hers,
But it belongs to the hand who makes the trees dance for her
The one who makes the sun run after her, so that she may be sun kissed
The one who draws away the curtains of heaven, so that on rainy days she may still feel warmth
To the one who’s her oxygen, the breath in her lungs
The one who breathed into her, life

so pretty on the terrace as the wind blows, and she, too, sways along w/ it, and not to the music whispering from the headphones. she closes her eyes hoping to drift away, hoping to find a place where her thoughts could rest. but the only place she's taken to, over and over again, is where he is, or would be, if here.
Já nao a acho a mesma, mas quem sou eu pra dizer alguma coisa. i wonder why the strawberries don't taste as good anymore. or why the grass doesn't feel as green as it did.
they shaped a shrub in to a chair, and she laughed as she tried to sit on it. so did everyone else. even the neighbor, peeking thru the window. (i wonder where that laughter has gone.) but she sits alone right now, w/ the wind blowing in as saudades. i see it. i wonder if she's able to see me from there. her lips whisper secrets to the wind no one else is invited to take part of. and the night falls, but she doesn't seem to notice the heavy laughter coming from the cozinha. estam todos a falar, a rir-se e a gozar. apesar de tanto barulho, as vozes sao como calmantes.the stars tingle her eyes. and the voices, again, resound in the air e tornam-se a musica das estrelas

I've taken this time to w/draw from ur voice. I can't give up my coffee just yet, b/c that'll be too much at once. In fact, i'm sipping it right now as i write. and though it may not be as sweet, and warm as ur voice, it gives me a good kick for the remainder of this rainy day.

Do u remember how the streets were back then?
when we used to walk together to the store or to the café, to get ice cream or gum. I recall still seeing an old ice cream poster on one of the windows, and laughing. i laughed. i laughed as i looked at the prices. not heart filled laughter, but softly, almost to myself b/c my eyes couldn't bear to cry of how things used to be back then. and i wouldn't cry in full sadness, but partly in longing for the innocence and life's simple pleasures, like trading bubble gum flavors. Remember when we used to build little huts in the eira and the pinhais? and we called it our little hideaway. and it was. Don't recall from what but nevertheless, it was the place we'd resort to every summer afternoon. we'd take swims in the stream under the abandoned moinho. we'd explore the inside in awe, for our imaginations never stopped running wild, as we tried to figure out who, just who belonged to this place. and the bigger question was, why, why would the person leave?
Do u remember how we used to fall in love w/ each other, but u'd never admit it. and it may not have been love the way we now know love, or have come to accept love, but it was a better love. We'd have sleep overs and i'd dream of u. but u wouldn't know. u wouldn't come to find out til later, much later. but it never stopped me from continuing my dreams of u. and like our reoccuring summer afternoons, ur face was always new to me. always something different to see. always something different i'd want to feel.
Do u still remember, we used to play together... ...

o meu coraçao ainda palpita
mas somente quando te vejo
e nao quando penso em ti
bate forte, nao sei se é por gostar de ti
mas sei que fico disorientada quando te olho
(it's like when one gets up too quickly, sabes?)
é mesmo assim
e quando chegas perto de mim e eu sorrio,
sei que nao sabes o que penso, mas talvez sim o que vejas
nos meus olhos
e por isso viro a cara pra que a minha face nao venha a refletir
o que os meus olhos tanto desejam falar
e é por isso e outras mais razoes
que o meu coraçao continuamente palpita por ti

Entre vontades e desejos
existo eu
e a minha consciência batalhando o coraçao
puxando palavras e olhares
apagando ilusoes e irrealidades
trazendo de volta tudo aquilo
que recuso sentir

Querido, se eu te deixasse voar
levarias-me e deixarias-me flutuando entre as montanhas
até finalmente cair nas bocas dos vales
que se satisfazem e alegram c/ as quedas que damos

"u'r the only alcohol i wanna consume
u'r something i wanna get drunk on for awhile
w/ a shot of ur cheeks and a shot of ur smile
a shot of ur lips and a shot of ur eyes
so now there is no surprise-
i'm drunk off of u
w/ no possible way to wake up feeling sick
ur words intoxicate me
to the point that i never wanna be sober
each word is a drop of liquor
each look is another drop
each touch raises my level of dependency
u'r a habit i don't want to quit"

É que neste cantinho as coisas tornam-se mais aconchegantes
e o barulho nao me perturba tanto
and the voices don't shrill so much
coisas agudas como elas
they leave me on the edge
wanting to jump off and drown those whimpers
in the rivers below
nauseating sounds like of hyenas
dancing victoriously over what wasn't theirs to begin w/

Parem de reclamar sobre tudo
ur whimpers are still repulsive
as u lick others' wounds
and bite them after

"you have ravished my heart, my treasure, my bride.
i am overcome by one glance of ur eyes,
by a single bead of ur necklace.
How sweet is ur love, my treasure, my bride!
How much better it is than wine! Ur perfume
is more fragrant than the richest of spices.
Ur lips, my bride, are as sweet as honey. Yes,
honey and cream are under ur tongue."

The sweetest things tend to come unexpectedly
and no
not even the ink of exotic flower petals
can smell as sweet
as the ink from ones heart

When the hearts of men can't be seen
and their eyes are the only way in
people smile but they grin
people care
or so they say
they purchase kindness by the pound
but they're so broke
they quickly run out
when hearts tear
and eyes can't see
they prowl the streets
in search of those who bleed

stuck in btwn voices
stranded in btwn the fake smiles
and made up looks
the softened voices just for play
so sugar coated they're melting at room temperature
and their sweetness turns words bitter
(at least for those who see beyond it)
caiem-me mal
tal como as porcarias que comemos

Certas coisas já nem valem a pena...
(pelo menos por hoje)

These words are truthless, mere sounds I hear and thoughts I listen to.
Uma coisa que tens que ter é coraçao, mas mesmo assim nem isso é tudo, e nem sequer
muito importante. Um c/ imaginaçao já se encontra mais longe do que aqueles que fazem tudo e escrevem tudo usando uma sò fonte: O sentimento. E esse tal 'truque' nao se encontra tanto na abilidade de usar a caneta como a de usar o corrector, ou neste caso de usar o butaozinho titulado 'backspace'.
Pensamentos e palavras até já se corrigem c/ a ajuda da tecnologia. E chegamos ao ponto de até comprar/mandar e fazer tudo desde cartoes virtuais/electronicos a mandar ramos de flores a esse alguém especial, e outros que nem vale a pena mencionar. Se o fizesse mostraría simplesmente o quanto deslocamos o nosso coraçao. Pois já nao vale a pena comprar sêlos. Já nao vale a pena o gosto de vermos sentimentos por escrita, ou aquela ansiedade de ver na tua caixa de correio aquele envelope c/ o nome desse alguém e manchas da caneta que foi usada pra expressar seu carinho. É que agora os telegramas cessaram de existir. E aquele toque pessoal de ter que andar pelo menos um kilometro pra o/a ver, esse também inexistente se tornou. Nao vale a pena pois temos tudo ao controle de nossos dedos, de nossas vozes--e a pessoa passa a estar 'a um toque'.

i could put up a hammock in the shade
of the weeping wallow in my garden
and play hide and seek w/ the sun
until the owls come out to play
espalhar uma manta e o excesso de roupa no relvado
e deitar-me c/ a sombra do chorao
i could spend the whole afternoon saboreando a tua voz
ou o eco das vozes ao passar
e os meus olhos fecham c/ o teu pensamento em si
beijando cada pedaço de ti em mim

Fartou-se de falar
de sentir
de se expressar
fartou-se dos ruídos das vozes
dos olhares
até dos coraçoes a palpitar
fartou-se de sorrir
de compartilhar pensamentos e argumentos
fartou-se de escrever
de realizar
uma ilusao
fartou-se
e agora
os seus olhos
os seus lábios
os seus dedos
choram
sem cessar

persigo-te evitadamente
pois os meus olhos desejam ver tanto que acabam por nao ver nada
e eu
arrastada pelas ruas
sinto-me um pouco derrotada
(mas sei que é simplesmente um sentimento e nao a realidade)
e as vozes cantam sem saber falar
as vozes riem-se sem saber sorrir
e eu
sento-me à beira das escadas
e a chuva canta
encantada
perseguindo os ecos
dos meus passos molhados

estava pra ler um livro
mas vieste-me á cabeça
e a verdade é que
prefiro-te a ti

os seus dedos acariciam-lhe o cabelo,
and he only asked for permission to feel her lips after he had kissed her
mas de qualquer maneira ela nem se importou
fechou simplesmente os seus olhos
e tambem o beijou
stamping his face w/ her fingertips, w/ her lips
deixou-se levar pelo seu olhar
for that something that no one can explain
seus lábios, doces como sempre
(talvez ainda mais agora)
pois se deslizam nos seus
na sua face, eles vao e vêm e voltam a aparecer
nos seus olhos
derretem-se as lágrimas da saudade

Sao desejos confundidos
desatados
perdidos
achados em ti
descobertos em mim
sao desejos de te querer
mas nao o poder dizer
desejos da minha carne
desejos do coraçao
desejos confundidos
desejos sem razao

Queria-te escrever algo doce
romantico
algo que te fizesse derreter
mas nao encontro palavras
pois já foram consumidas por outros
c/ o mesmo sentimento

Sometimes we lose each other in our silence

So what if i kissed u
what if i could be close to u
and that'd be all it would matter
sneaking looks at ur eyes
what if the voices arnd us
could take me back to moments like this
leaving me to want ur lips even more
so what if i could--
and what if u knew
that all this that i wish for
is but that and nothing more

Já nao posso fazer nada
mesmo que te venha a querer mais tarde
tal como agora
e nos dias que a este seguirao

they're more interested in filling their ears
w/ luscious desserts
than to eat what's good for them
and then they deny
the stuff that comes out of their mouths

hoje nao 'tou a fim
my bones are cold
and my fingertips frostbitten
é dificil concentrar me
'tou c/ frio
e as minhas palavras nao se seguem umas as outras
e tu corres-me pela cabeça
c/ uma velocidade que me deixa tonta
ainda continuo c/ frio
vem pro meu lado

the sound of their voices echoes
making the air shiver
the sound of their laughter-
disgruntled
always discontent
their eyes peer into u
hoping to pierce and shatter who u are
and bring u down to their self inflicted misfortune
their gaze
tainted w/ thoughts imagined
maybe even wished
leering at one another
as if invisible
misconstructed thoughts and wishes
flow thru the air
in hopes of me shivering

the days that don't shine
and the wrongfully spoken words
the smiles so fake
the laughter so heavy
broken hearts concealed
the truth set aside
thrown away
subdued by their pride
and to wish for a miracle
is too far fetched
they don't believe in the truth
they can't
they don't see
and when the sun cries
their laughter comes alive
when the Spring blooms
they revolt in their tombs
subdued by their greatness
taken by their might
they trip
and they fall
they laugh
but they cry

Aside from the noise
and noise pollution
this world stands too silent for its own good
the voices don't speak anymore
everyone has bcm mute
or afraid to hear themselves
afraid to be heard
and the fear
that once again
the rocks will have to speak for us

Look at my eyes
and how quick they are to cry
look at my heart
and how much there is inside
look deep
look to find
the depths of u now buried
but very much alive
pieces of ur love
pieces of my time
look at my eyes
and the love they hold for u
the tears they are washed w/-
dew from ur lips
i've been wandering back and forth at night
in my sleep
my dreams, they cry
and i realize
i'm very much swept away
by the light in ur eyes

If i could
i would keep u
i would take u
just to kiss u

They thought they could catch the wind w/ their hands. Put it in a jar and save it for heat exhausted days. They've spent their nights dreaming of the bad news they'd deliver in the morning to come (setting free their own self pity). The wires burn w/ the negativity and the tears they've saved thru the night. They sigh and look abt the room hoping someone would sigh w/ them or at least lick off their misery (if anything it would just add more) and their relief comes from talking abt the weather and the lady walking down the street. 'and I dreamt of such and such, and I believe this is what it means...And oh, I dreamt of that too...' and all they wanna do is go back and bring to life what was dead...They regurgitate their pains and inflict new ones on those who don't even know their eyes. They cling to their drool as their eyes brighten w/ every arrow flung from their tongue.