Fear of the Water

Some ancient call

That I've answered before

It lives in my walls

And it's under the floor

If this was meant for me, why does it hurt so much?

And if you're not made for me, why did we fall in love?

A knock at my door

I thought I was alone

Unaware of what I thought I needed

I drop like a stone

If I'm not mistaken, then I was the last to know

And if you return for me, I'd never want for more

You're dislocated

Don't be like that

And you smile when you dive in

Like you're never coming back

So hold my body

Yeah, hold my breath

See your face when I black out

I'm never coming back

Fear of the water

Fear of the water

You're dislocated

Don't be like that

Se you smile when you dive in

Like you're never coming back

So hold my body

Yeah, hold my breath

See your face when I black out

I'm never coming back

So dislocated

Don't be like that

And you smile when you dive in

Like you're never coming back

So hold my body

Yeah, hold my breath

See your face when I black out

I'm never coming back

Fear of the water

Fear of the water

Esta música outra vez.

Starmen

Then he said that the two children looked at each other in shy. The baby boy left behind his father's leg and went against the baby girl. When they touched each other, they merged in a hug. Then, both returned to their worlds. I can imagine them smilling while cuddling one second before leaving each other and during their way back. The smile of babies surely is the same smile of God. Between a hello and a goodbye, there is always love.

PT

Então ele disse que as duas crianças se olharam envergonhadas. O bebé saiu detrás da perna do pai e foi de encontro ao outro, uma menina. Ao tocarem-se, fundiram-se num abraço, e regressaram aos seus mundos logo depois. Imagino um sorriso nesse momento enquanto se tocaram, um segundo antes de se separarem e durante o caminho de regresso. O sorriso dos bebes que há-de ser com certeza o mesmo sorriso de Deus. Entre um olá e um adeus, há sempre amor pelo meio.

Long Time

IV

I wanted to make a poem and so I did

You, with your eyes, were the poem

that was being written on me.

I don't know by what arm, by what hand

or by what hug you came to me

But you were as one's say...

Immense.

You, within my thinking

you were a song-poem,

geometric that could be heard.

I don't know which game we were playing

but I think that in the middle of a play

of balls and bottles

We end up on the ground.

And, soon after

You, with all your care

You would make butterflies

being pulled out of my belly.

Suddenly, you were  everything

in my gaze. And I leafed through

the stories you came to tell.

The poems you always were.

PT

Queria fazer um poema e fiz

Tu, com os teus olhos, eras o poema

que se escrevia em mim.

Não sei por que braço porque mão

porque abraço me vieste

Mas eras como quem diz...

Imenso.

Tu, dentro do meu pensamento,

Eras um poema-canção,

Geométrico que se conseguia ouvir.

Não sei que jogo jogavas

Acho que numa brincadeira

de bolas e garrafas

Fomos parar ao chão.

E logo a seguir

Tu, com todo o cuidado

Fazias borboletas

Na cartola do meu ventre.

Tu, de repente, eras tudo

no meu olhar. E eu folheava

As histórias que vinhas contar.

Os poemas que eras sempre.