"Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia."
(E.L. Doctorow

"Words - so innocent and powerless as they are, as standing in a dictionary, how potent for good and evil they become in the hands of one who knows how to combine them."
(Nathaniel Hawthorne

quarta-feira, 27 de janeiro de 2016

O Outro Lado

Eu vivo contigo. Tu vives de tudo que sou.
És a alma obscura de olhos escuros, à procura dos meus defeitos. És aquilo que não posso ser, a minha antítese, o oposto do que a minha personalidade tem de significativo. A tempestade de relâmpagos pronta a acontecer, o meu falso amigo em tempos menos áureos, o caminho maldito em jornadas errantes da vida. A nuvem cinzenta em cima de uma cabeça por vezes pouco lúcida. Um monstro.

Esquivo ali estás, no canto do meu pensamento apenas à espera para o tormento ser a tua forma de expressão. Alimentas a minha ânsia, os piores frames de memórias e presságios que não adornam o melhor cenário. Ocupas as minhas falhas com promessas de vingança e ego como se essa fosse a solução. Os meus medos são as tuas virtudes, os meus tropeções são o que te faz ser mais veloz. És a máquina malévola que tenho de parar.

Sou exemplo e resultado dos teus actos. Nos meus santuários, em momentos meus é como se estivesses ao meu lado e por vezes replico acções que só a ti fariam sorrir. Sei que somos inseparáveis, que te terei de suportar, talvez seja o castigo para me relembrar que há um lado meu que quero evitar dar o controlo.

És a minha eterna querela, a batalha que vou querer sempre vencer. Vives comigo, mas farei questão de que apenas sejas espectador das minhas conquistas sem que tenhas relevo nas mesmas. Serei David aquando me apareceres como Golias, guerreiro sozinho no teu campo de batalha.

Vais continuar comigo, com a mão sob o meu ombro e o teu reflexo empregue em alguns espelhos, mas não serás senhor da situação nem dono do meu olhar. Caminha comigo, aí, no teu canto. O resto vivo eu.

domingo, 10 de janeiro de 2016

Tale of a Gentleman

Traces of a class act ... and a human beeing.

Some say he's out of this world, and probably they are right.
He is different. Not above or below the average, and that is not a trace of someone weaker or stronger when compared to other humans, just different. Creating the thought that maybe he can be something special.

The kind of person who doesn't allow trends to be able to create his image or style, the one who plays with his ideals and makes them count on every situation.
A classic example of contrast. Not afraid tho put on a tie even if it's not "normal", who wears a vest even if he's not going to something formal, but at the same time he can take his sports gear and typical running shoes just to have another level of confort at home or on the journeys of life.
He knows his goals, makes them the target in sight. Devises a plan, a way to achive the win, not at all costs, but leaving this mark on every step of the way.

He let's the little things in life to amaze him. A walk, that instant for the right photo, a drink with the buddies, a run near the sea to clear his head, that moment with that special person that freezes time, the moment of silence while writting where only his mind does all the talking, that glass of liquor on rainy days, that feeling of time well spent when he sees the ones he loves smilling.
He tries to make everything unforgetable, a goal that shows how much he wants to me remembered. He doesn't need medals or thophies, just the privilege to see the good vibes that can bring to his friends, old and new. His wins in life are there for everyone to see and be aware of.

Even his way with women is different. In a world where everything seems simple, where men are usually mistaken of beeing "players", he leads a different path. In every contact he makes sure that the women in front of him is treated with the respect she deserves, laying on every word what makes that women so great, showing they real value and beauty. Some call it easy flirting, he calls it beeing the real version of a men when talking to a women.
Life brought him affairs, feelings, love that was felt like never before. After all he just wants to believe that he gave everything he could, that made that women feel special and happy for having him with her despite of this flaws. 

But in between his classy acts and good humor there is always a dark side. The moments when the pride is hurt, when hours of sleep are put aside because of his worries, when the will to win blinds him in defeat ... a beast inside that even a well dressed and educated gentleman has trapped inside his head. There are times when everything is wrong, when the world seems ready to betray everything he stands and have in this life. They say often that this type of moment happens so that we can learn to be better ... well, that kind of way of learning is not quite in his head (that stuborn pride...).
He prefers to be alone, with his mind, supporting some kind of help using this writting or pushing his body in a way that makes him feel tired, physically and psychologically. The world will keep spinning and eventually he will rise again with his charisma.

He makes this his way of life, because in a world full of trends he wants to remain a classic.