Friday, April 07, 2006

Here I am

I love you but it’s all so silent now! What more words should we have said to each other? What more could we have done? I think it’s alright, we’ve lived enough. The truth is that I still feel your arms around me; I can still sense your breathing close to my neck; I still feel your eyelids touching my cheek, sometimes! Now it’s all so quiet and I always feel so sleepy. But in my sleep we kiss as we used to kiss! And in my sleep you’re always there as you used to be! And you know that when you’re there I feel alive, and for that reason I want to stay here with you. And so I will, my sweet love, for all eternity.

Yesterday I had a strange dream. I dreamt I turned into stone and yet I could smell geraniums! Suddenly I sensed movement on my back and realised that there were this beautiful pair of wings, white as heaven, over my shoulders! And I remember looking at the window, smiling one last time, and starting a journey towards you, a long journey towards you, to be with you again, to stay with you again, forever more. And so I will, my great love, for all eternity.

Here you have me. Although it’s silent I feel quite comfortable now, I want you to know that! Although the clouds look like bringing rain again and some wind is blowing and making a mess of my hair I don’t mind! Don’t worry. Nothing matters anymore; I’m home. I don’t feel cold or pain; I don’t feel the need of anything except to be with you, as we were meant, always and always and always. And so I will my one and only love, for all eternity, in this most eternal of places.

(Photography: Rome, Italy, March 2nd 2006/ Text: Coimbra, Portugal, March 2006)

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6 comments:

Ana said...

Hoje dói-me esta foto...
Mas isso não podes compreender, nem foi a razão deste comentário (foi só um desabafo).

O meu real comentário é:
Espero que encontres Roma.

Celso Rosa said...

Espero encontrar qualquer coisa.

Celso Rosa said...

Entre tudo o que ainda me dói está a ausência do teu toque. É apenas quando deixar de doer que nos despediremos.

Celso Rosa said...

Um dia vou encontrar Roma reflectida no espelho...

Ana said...

Espero que sim, meu amigo.

Ana said...

Mas a mim, o que me dói mais neste momento é a fotografia da sepultura... Desse anjo de pedra que não volta...
Desculpa, não vais perceber isto. Um dia, quando tiver coragem dir-te-ei.
Há coisas muito injustas na vida, a morte de quem amamos é uma delas.