sexta-feira, 18 de abril de 2008

Yellow and Green

Your yellow eyes do not ask me more than that: a sweet touch, a tender kiss and a distant wave from afar. So simple, so plain, like the eternal stones that have been hanging on a deserted field, for so long, for so many years. Nothing will be the same because at the moment I saw them a glimmer of hope has crossed the frontier of all human reason and reached a metaphysical level where past, present, future and eternity are fit for a tiny little box of dreams and stars. Feeling the softness and hardness and the wetness of your skin still playing naughty and amusing tricks on my lips I understand what really matters in a world littered with hatred and paved by broken hearts and lost souls: yellow and green. Yellow because we need light, we need the simple warmth of the sun, setting our hearts into a motionless movement that imitates the path of the tears and reach the stream of sorrow. Yellow, because this is what I dread when I am with you, but, at once, this is what sets me into motion, the food of life that bring dear waves to my ears and equals my sorrow to theirs. Theirs... theirs... Green, I mentioned green because this is me, wet behind the ears, still learning to crawl before walking, still treading the crossroads of desire and painless sensations, where angels dread to go. Indeed having you by my side is an utterly obnoxious experience, for I lose control, getting grips are against all odds, but is so much I've got to take, as the song goes on and as the minutes pass. When you are far, I miss you, miss your eyes, what enchanted me at first and what killed me forever. Yet, having you touching my hands and fondling my face give me a thoroughly sentation of liberty and release of the sins of existance and past. No time, no space, no nothing. Just yellow and green, jealousy and inexperience, cowardliness and hope. Yellow and green are your eyes, but still, all the colours of the world are on them. I gaze your picture and gently smile, I am on cloud ninety thousand and nine: I can finally see myself reflected on them.

Um comentário:

The tone disse...

Achei que este texto e uma linda delcaração de amor. A tristeza, tanto quanto a paixão nos levam a estados criatvos que me deixam intrigado. Adorei sua escolha lexical. A expressao das nuvens foi vc que inventou? não achei no google. Achei que o ritmo lembrava um pouco uma oração, ams que o conteúdo nao era de oraçao.. talvez fossem as frases curtas, saltitantes. talvez ele devesse ser lido nem em voz alta, nem só mentalmente, mas como um sussuro. tente! Que vc saiba como lidar com a yellowness coming from the others...