terça-feira, 13 de março de 2012

There is a song.

There is a song of Jeff Buckley where he shouts: (...) "What is love? / What is happiness?" (...) And I could say love is bla bla bla... happiness is bla bla bla... But to whom am I saying it? To whom suits my answer unless for me? Where does the limits of my answer expands to the limits of other one thoughts? I could say it´s a urge to live. You could say it´s a floating life. So do we have a dialogue about it then? A conversation? Could we mix the two thoughts or in the end walk away in the same straight line? Do we live in questions or do we answer some questions while we live? In the way that you live you feel love you feel happiness? Or in the way you live you try to love and you try to be happy? Maybe questions keeps us alive, searching for something. An answered question is a closed topic. And in the last sentence did I close the question: "What is an answered question?" I don´t feel that I did... Can this text ends? No it does not. It could go on and on opening questions and at the same time this text is just like that because of the person that is writing it (Me). I don´t want to end it, but I don´t want it to be a tautology, so I must give it some kind of punctuation that show you (reader) it is coming to some king of an end, like this ... Or this ! Not this . The answer is still open...          

Tiago C. Bôto 2012

sábado, 3 de março de 2012

I am leaving this harbour

WANDERLUST

I am leaving this harbour
Giving urban a farewell
Its habitants seem to keen on God
I cannot stomach their rights and wrongs

I have lost my origin
And I don't want to find it again
Whether sailing into nature's laws
And be held by ocean's paws

Wanderlust! relentlessly craving
Wanderlust! peel off the layers
Until we get to the core

Did I imagine it would be like this?
Was it something like this I wished for?
Or will I want more?

Lust for comfort
Suffocates the soul
Relentless restlessness
Liberates me (sets me free)

I feel at home
Whenever the unknown surrounds me
I receive its embrace
Aboard my floating house

Wanderlust! relentlessly craving
Wanderlust! peel off the layers
Until we get to the core

Did I imagine it would be like this?
Was it something like this I wished for?
Or will I want more?

Wanderlust! from island to island
Wanderlust! united in movement
Wonderful! I'm joined with you

Wanderlust!

Can you spot a pattern?

(relentlessly restless)


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