Will you return? If you say so, I’ll wait. If you say you’re coming, I’ll stay. If you say you want to, I’ll do. I swear, I’ll leave the door open for you.
I’ll leave the door wide open, So you can come with no barriers, So you can come with no delays, So you can come with no excuses, No questions, Clear answers.
I’ll roll out a red carpet, (Or blue, if you’d rather), So you know the way, So you are sure that I want you here. So you come back without hesitating, With no doubts about my will - I would always say yes to you.
How could I?
Please, just don’t ask me to be me. Don’t expect me to go, Don’t put that weight on me, I was not the one who let go, I was not the one who got away I was not the one who said “no”. If it were up to me, we’d stay and we’d be, But you left, even so.
But still I believe, you know? With all my heart, I still hope so.
Will you return?
If you return, I’ll welcome you, With my whole heart and soul, Arms open wide, Eyes that shine, A warm embrace, always kind, And all that I am.
And I will even go with you then: I swear I will! (As I always did) But only after you’ve come.
Will you come?
There’s an open door for you, The entry is more than open, So you know you can truly return, So you can come, stay, and never yearn. So you come, laugh, stay, and don’t stray.
I just can’t say I’ll wait forever, Time moves fast, Life won’t last, The future calls, The moment falls, And I’m not that patient.
But I still want it, right now. (I truly want it so). And even promise I’ll wait, And give it my all, I vow, So we don’t drift apart again.
De repente ganho um sexto sentido e fico quieta, estática, imóvel, vejo-te aportar.
Manifesto-o em arrepios, manifesto toda a beleza do que construímos, manifesto cada palavra, cada ruga de expressão, cada canto do teu abraço, cada bater do coração.
Descubro no teu corpo, um mapa. rota de navegação, carta náutica, que me deixa embarcar, e me guia à confiança, e garanto-te como rumo certo, mantendo-te por perto.
Tal estrela do norte, que não me deixa perder. Bússula, Golpe de sorte.
Sorte grande. Tesouro.
E é indiscritível cada vez que chegas, e te aproximas, e me olhas, me beijas, me agarras, me dás a mão.
Guiamo-nos, um ao outro, corredor dentro, escadas acima, de rua em rua, de vida em vida, onda adentro, mar fora, e vamos, de mar em mar, em mar,
amar.
E sinto-te presente, sinto-te em mim. sinto-te meu, fico à deriva em ti, flutuando no que dizes e fazes, mergulhando no teu abraço, navegando pelo teu corpo, nessa tua praia paradisíaca, terra à vista, ilha de luz.
Cheiras a maresia.
Fico à deriva no teu alto mar, flutuo nas tuas águas fundas, corro e mergulho em ti... Descubro o caminho marítimo para fora das tormentas, sem receios e tempestades, e num só beijo, a esperança que trazes, esse Atlântico de emoções.
E resgatas-me de um naufrágio, como se Neptuno fosses. Fazes-me voltar à superfície, Salvas-me de um mar que não é teu, Fazes-me voltar a respirar,
E manténs-me acordada, manténs-me desperta, segura mesmo sem pé, seja em manhãs de calmaria, seja em altas marés.
Percorremo-nos de lés a lés.
E se éramos duas almas afogadas, virámos marinheiros um do outro, um no outro.
A culpada fui eu porque acreditei em tudo aquilo que dizias, Sem nunca desconfiar que podia ser mentira. Porque eu dizia a verdade, Era suposto tu também dizeres... Porque se eu dizia a verdade, Claro que tu também a dizias!
Nada foi real. Soa tudo a tragédia romântica, com cortinas fechadas no fim do teu último ato, e eu deitada no chão, em pedaços.
Que interpretação perfeita! O Óscar vai para ti, com o papel ideal, tal ilusionista, tal ator principal, cheio de politiquices, sem moral, cheio de promessas, truques de magia, encanto.
Talvez um dia...
A culpada fui eu! Hoje, assumo toda a culpa, A minha ingenuidade, A minha inocência... Assumo todos os meus erros.
Mas agora... agora podes levar tudo. Leva os teus beijos, As memórias... Leva cada desculpa que pediste, Cada desculpa que me deste, ou mentira que constaste. Leva cada palavra, Leva todos os sonhos.
Deixa-me esquecer o que sentia quando me olhavas, Deixa-me esquecer que não dizias tudo aquilo que eu queria dissesses.
Leva as palavras desperdiçadas, Leva as ideias que trocámos, tira-me o teu toque, tira-me os arrepios que provocaste, leva o teu cheiro, o teu abraço, leva o perdão que tanta vez pediste nos meus lábios, Leva cada pedaço daquilo que vivi, contigo.
Deixa-me acordar e pensar que nunca exististe, Deixa-me esquecer-me da culpa, deixa-me esquecer da ilusão que criaste... que criei.
Deixa-me voar.
DEIXA-ME VOAR!
Deixa-me voar sem pensar que preciso de ti para me segurar, Deixa-me respirar. Deixa que a minha alma saiba o que é ser, sem ti.
Deixa-me confiar em mim. Agora... Agora deixa-me ser eu... Como eu nunca devia ter deixado de ser.
Just a little bit longer, please. A moment more, I swear it will be fast.
I just need a bit more: a last word, a last kiss, a last touch, a last hug. Just a few seconds, please. Give me just one more glimpse, a smile, a walk, some cuddles. Give me just one more call, one more message. Give me one more dinner, a pizza slice we ordered in a rush, one more cookie... just a bite. Give me one more date: should we drink coffee? Only a cup more. A sip, maybe? A little, tiny sip...
Pause us. Keep us. Hold on to us. Give me just an instant more. A no-way-back walk from me, to you. Then I will return to me, but I will have you with me. I promise to arrive and not leave. I promise to stay. I promise you my existence. I promise you the yets, the everythings and alls, the forevers. I promise you sweet, intense, permanent words. I promise you long kisses upon arrival, and longer ones during the soon-ending "goodbyes". I promise you the night-long touches. I promisehugs for no reason, and heartening hugs when needed. I promise I will always see you. I promise to remember your glances, your smiles, and the Sunday afternoon cuddles.
Give me what you never gave me before. Let me give you everything I have to offer you. Give me just a little bit more, and I will give you everything I can, that you'll want to share everything you have for me.
Then I will give you all the time in the world. Actually, I will give you my own world. I just need a little longer...Do you mind giving me a few more minutes, please? Some hours, maybe... there's so much to do - a gigantic world to live in, a whole kiss for us to exist in.
Linger here: stay longer... on my behalf, for those lips - and everything else - I will stay with no hesitation! There's so much that I still want to show you, so much to unveil! Stay just a little more, it is still early! Don't go yet, I barely saw you - I barely felt us and want us so badly. Just stay here, okay? At least for a moment more: give me a little bit more of you. Give me a little bit more of us - some days more, maybe. Maybe I am being too bold, as time is something so valuable...But would it be too much to ask for some months more? It is not that much, I believe... and forgive me my madness, but every time I think of you, I want you a little bit more. I want us a little bit more — a sip from what was not perfect, but was good enough to love.
Give me a little bit more of us: I was wondering, perhaps, for some years more... and then you just lie here for the rest of our lives, pretending we mind that. I really just want a sip more: a sip from the "yesses" and from the "likes". A sip from your oh-so-good intuition - because we both know mine doesn't work that way. A sip from a dream not this short, a sip from a moment that lasts, a sip from a "once upon a time" that could become a "forever" straight away.
Give me a little bit more of us, a little bit more of this, because it was gone in a blink of an eye. Give me just a sip more of us... you in a sip, please.
