Num beco sem saida: July 2005

Thursday, July 28, 2005

Leaving you....

I have.
Was it a mistake? Only time will tell.

You broke my heart. I'm mending it. Leave me alone.

So, forced upon me
the veil that leads to silence.

-Lia Saile

Por vezes o silencio e a melhor cura...
Eu continuarei em silencio.

Thursday, July 21, 2005

I wish I could remember the first day,
First hour, first moment of your meetung me,
If bright or dim the season, it might be
Summer or Winter for aught I can say.
So unrecorded did it slip away,
So blind was I to see and foresee,
So dull to mark the building of my tree
That would not blossom yet for many a May.
If only I could recollect it, such
A day of days! I let it come and go
As traceless as a thaw of bygone snow;
It seemed to mean so little, meant so much;
If only now I could recall that touch,
First touch of hand in hand - Did one but know!