Perdidos

Nos perdemos?
Perdeu meu telefone?
Perdeu meu e-mail?
Perdeu o tesão?
Perdeu o avião?
Perdeu o interesse?
Perdeu a posse?
Perdeu a pose?
Perdeu tempo?
Perdeu tudo....
pra poder achar

Achou?

Moonbright

The moon has always fascinated me , since I was a little girl when I watched it "chasing" me in the streets of my home town. When travelling with my parents, the moon continued to chase our car.....everywhere.....The moon inspires humans since the beginning of times. No wonder poets write about it and lovers cry in its light. The civilizations kept time looking at it. The sisters suffer influence of it periodically, the witches thrive in its power. What power!

It´s wonderful to sit under the moonlight and just spend time.

Thinking about Itajai, I write to the moon.....

The moon is high

and bright with tears

The wind sweeps dry leaves

in the streets

Interrupted silence

Leaves, dogs, wings

Moonlight

Continuous silence

My heart, alone.

The full moon

Moonbright.

THE FATES

Clothos: The spinner; spins the thread of life
Lachesis : The dispenser of lots; assigns destiny
Atropos: The unchangable; cuts the thread of life at death.





I really don´t know for sure, but Clothos must be very distracted in the spinning of my life fabric.....most likely she hasn´t read Yeats.....because she has spun a very soft and fragile fabric ....everything is treading hard on my fabric of life; in fact, it´s being slowly destroyed. Lechesis isn´t caring for the pattern either....maybe she got sooo distracted with the latest soap opera that forgot to look at the thread colors......or maybe the newest internet game , that one which re-creates people´s lives and their destiny.....probably she forgot to think about the pattern of the real lives.....
Atropos decided to cut threads without looking to the tapestry first......she cut very important threads, interrupted a pattern, cut threads that were going straight through my life....cut the line that is part of my heart, so my heart is missing some bits and pieces...


Actually, I believe that The Fates forgot about my tapestry...they decided somewhere in the middle of it , that instead of pink, it should be blue...and from blue it became fastly a tonality of suffering that i can´t explain anymore.


The Fates forgot that life should be lived and not suffered.....i guess..... or have they decided the other way around??


Feeling so very blue.....................