I have had 50 men and 50 women lying in bed with me. 

some were older, some were my age, some were younger.

some were 2 meter tall, others 1,5.

some were warmer, some were colder.

some were wise, some were naive.

some were clueless, some were selfaware.

some like being touched, some preferred the distance.

some were lighter, some were more complex.

but in the end all of them made me feel gigantic.

all of them could fit perfectly in my arms.

but never did I fell asleep in arms that were big enough for me. 

even if they seemed to fit at first, something weird would happen and the arms felt shorter.

my chest would grow and grow indefinetly until no arms could grab be strongly enough.

o tempo está parado
parado como as estradas
parado como o vento
sob este calor prostrado


o coração está fora
espalhado pelas estradas
nas partículas do tempo paradas
no reencontro que se demora


o corpo está tenso de saudade
de navegar nas tuas ondas de mar
na tua doce intensidade
que me faz flutuar


a areia já não escorre
o tempo ficou parado
a ansiedade que me percorre -
é hora de virar a ampulheta de lado

viver devagar e intensamente
sem temer a passagem das horas, dias ou anos
porque nela temos mão, independentemente
de sermos tomados por insanos


viver devagar e intensamente
sem medo que a morte nos chegue
na certeza de que ela virá inevitavelmente
mas sem deixar que este facto nos desassossegue


o tempo e a sua escassez. A vida e a morte.
andarão sempre de mão dada.
talvez como o destino e a sorte
que de alguma forma guiam a nossa passada.


“viver devagar e intensamente:
é tudo o que precisas”
mente-me a minha mente.
todas a verdades são imprecisas.

there is logic and accuracy in numbersbut there is also the unknown.
and there is magic - our magic.
do people know that life
doesn’t have to be so tragic?
our path is a forever growing philosophy.
there is this undeniable and unique energy.

there is cause and effect in science.
all these slow, raging and complex processes
working together, conspiring along with time
to these random but destined moments
the natural sense of the present time
a breath taking paradox

there is silence and comfort in the dark
but there are also heavy sighs and loud feelings
I’m craving for a never ending spark.
it’s the sweetest sensation -
to close my eyes knowing that you are with me
whenever, however, wherever I go.
to feel you everywhere.

there is mysticism in life
there is mystery in love
and sometimes words are just futile devices
considering everything we have above.
they say that time is inexorable and sequential
but they haven’t met our time.
can you feel the forces working around us?
every second of freedom with you is a plus.
until we reach our everlasting liberty.
will you take my hand, spread your butterfly wings
and dare to fly away together with me?

nunca antes tinha olhado para a praça do Chile 

com olhos cuidados de sentir, de pensar.

foi na tua chegada que eu, perplexa, fiquei quieta a contemplar.
as circunstâncias moldam a perspectiva.
não é essa a expectativa?

à distância, encontro-te sempre tão perto.
neste nosso paradoxo, tão certo.
nesta calma, tão desperta.
nesta minha mão aberta.

caminhemos nesta estrada,
sem planos, sem enganos,
chegaremos sempre à nossa morada,
por entre serras, rios e oceanos.

tudo estará sempre no lugar certo,
do Chile à Arrábida, ou em qualquer deserto,
intensamente divagar devagar:
é exatamente aqui onde quero estar.