"Que as palavras que eu falo não sejam ouvidas como prece e nem repetidas com fervor: apenas respeitadas, como a única coisa que resta a um[a mulher inundada] de sentimentos." (OM)

sábado, 7 de junho de 2014

Man, do not fall.

M. Nature, I called you, but maybe you didn’t understand it. Don't pretend that you’re ‘deaf’ cause I know that you are not, or you'll make me scream!  Please do, please do something. Take it. Avoid it. Just don't let that happen… He can’t fall this window, this tiny hole of life!  Come here, man, do not fall. Do-not-fall. You have to fly firstly… The world has to see you flying (I saw you training, and your flight is so beautiful…). You’re younger… You’re one of my few sweeties. You CANNOT fall! You are a good boy with a big smile and a huge heart. I know boy, relying on me, I’ve been far.  But, actually, here inside, in this fluid space of thoughts and feelings, where the life really happens… I’ve always been there: Cheering for you, wishing your happiness.  I was sad when you looked sad and very happy when you looked happy. A large slice of my happiness is your condition of happiness. Nature, you have to do something. ‘Cause if you’ve heard an ‘I Love you’, if you’ve seen sweet eyes, I mean, those sweet eyes… You’ll understand what I'm saying.