Half

June 22, 2007 Category: I Send this text by e-mail

Half May the power of fear that I did not stop me from seeing what longing.
That the death of all that I do not believe cover the ears and mouth.
Because half of me is what I cry, but the other half is silêncio.Que the music I hear in the distance is beautiful, yet sad.
That the woman I love is always loved even that far.
Because half of me is starting and the other half is missing.

That the words I speak are not heard as prayer or repeated with fervor.
Only respected as the only thing left to a man of feeling overwhelmed.
Because half of me is what I hear, but the other half is what callus.

That this my will to go on to become calm and peace that I deserve.
That this tension that erodes inside me one day be rewarded.
Because half of me is what I think and the other half is a volcano.

That the fear of loneliness go away, that living with myself become at least bearable.
What the mirror reflects on my face the sweet smile that I remember since childhood.
Because half of me is the memory of what was the other half I do not know ...

It does not take more than just a joy for me to quiet the mind.
And your silence tell me more.
Because half of me is shelter, but the other half is tired.

Point that art in an answer, even if she does not know.
And anyone to try to complicate simplicity because it is necessary to make it flourish.
Because half of me is the audience and half the song.

And that my madness is forgiven.
Because half of me is love ... and the other half too.

- Oswaldo Montenegro