its an odd feeling farewell

"Its an odd feeling, farewell.  There is some envy in it
Men go off to be tested for courage and if we're tested at all its for patience,  for doing without, but for how well we can endure loneliness." Out of Africa quote

Do I as a woman among men worth exactly the same as them? Truly?
As if we could even mesure something like this in good pure logic sense.
I see everyday strong women such as men
Facing a battle of blindness opportunities.
Are we still living the past, I say...?
Truly?

Speek up you. Yes, you sir.

Out of Africa clip. music by John barry.
A great woman which was a writer where man used to rule.

an endless night

like an opening bell I hear
much more than stranger we became
but still, oh...
maybe it would happen anyway.

you will find your path soon.
there's only remains from the past, my dear.

one foot right through another we played a foolish game
so we hoped to be close
we just forgot the nights it fell right.

the time is long now for perfect starts
and so there's

nothing left to pretend I see.

for good

for so long you kept me under your spell.
had to climb and fall. over and over. never stood up really.

so now you think you can tell?

I could wish you all the best. and I did.
I want to say one day we'll meet again, but I'm not so sure these days.

 

Music by Desire - under your spell

i'll be fine thanks

feel free to knock
take off your shoes
and keep the window clear.
by the way, say hello to my cat.

im kinda thirsty today
i have no idea why
just happens to feel this dryness in my throat
i'll be fine.

no, i don't think it's that.
i quit smoking. i don't do that shit anymore.
so...

have you said hello to my cat?

i'm in a bad mood today. sorry.
actually i'm really sorry for that.
you seem a good person.

i forgot to mention my name.

in a looping state of mind

feels like im new here
though im not an apprentice anymore.

yesterday was awful
but today somehow is ok. so they say.

make it good. make it good.

don't need a pillow
need a life.

que tudo a seu tempo já foi demais

chuva.
hoje é dia de chuva.
de molhar a alma.
de lavar o chão.

caem pedras.
caem sem destino.
que a chuva encarrega-se de arrastar.
lava esta alma. lava este chão.

que tudo a seu tempo já foi demais.

Live concert of Maria Rita - Santa Chuva. (with english subtitles)

nós

é que o antigo tem um aroma especial e é porque é passado.
desigual de como o dia de amanhã que não sabemos terminar.
cujo cheiro não lhe podemos ainda sentir.
abraço o que já passou com saudades âmagas.
recordo carinhosamente com todo o cuidado
a pente fino
os raios de luz entrando pelo quarto
do jeito de acordar de quando as horas não te marcam
do calor e da lã na pele
das tuas mãos que sabiam o que fazer
dos cocktails ruidosos
e da chuva que ditava o nosso ritmo.

do teu sorriso frágil e eu embevecida.

mas não idolatres o que não pode ficar.
é que tem de se deixar partir, porque o tempo vai levar-to
a pouco e pouco e mais um pouco
e o aroma perder-se-à na própria memória.