I am a leaf on the wind - watch how I soar.

So long, Pluto

I just came to know that Pluto has been demoted of its planet status.

Personally I think 8 is much better than 9. If we can't have a prime number of planets in our Solar System, at least we got a power of two.

Fake Palindromes

I got addicted to that Andrew Bird's song. I'm not sure if the lyrics mean anything, but I love the melody.

not quite there yet

a bit of passion wanted to come out:

Dream

I want to write a poem that will make you cry
and then smile
And then cry again

I want your tears combined with mine
I want my words to reach you
Because I myself cannot

I want to remember while the memory is fresh
like blood still flowing
like a familiar smell

I want to mark in stone that there was a path
That led from real life to dream
And in the dream there was you

In the dream I saw you in dark cafés
and sunny saturday afternoons
by my side

In the dream we talked of life and love
and crazyness and nothing
and we danced
and we flew

In the dream we shared a bed
Asleep and awake
And you rested your head on my chest
and I felt complete

In the dream I dreamt
and now I refuse to believe I was alone

I want to tell the world I was there with you
and once your eyes were only mine
and all you wanted was me

I claim that time and those memories
I declare them true
And ours

And not being able to be only love
I embrace my selfishness
And share my curse:

You shall remember our dream
and sadly smile
silently crying.

peace

It is time to find my peace of mind again. Passion has caused me enough trouble.

Below, free translation of one of my favorite poems, "O Rio", by Manuel Bandeira.

The River

To be like the river that flows
Silent into the night.
Not to fear the darkness of the night.
If there are stars in the sky, reflect them
And if the skies are covered by clouds
As the river the clouds are water,
Reflect them too without sorrow
In the tranquil profoundnesses.

And then he decided to let it go, and so to fade away.

So he kept on laughing and hid the tears in his eyes.

Because this time he was told to hide his love away.

And he wished he was a sailor with someone who waited for him.