sábado, 22 de setembro de 2007

Thoughts for a rainy afternoon

Between the blank page in front of me and the hurricane that devastates my mind there is a beautiful river.
But if I jump, I’ll drown.
The problem with drowning is not the breathless feeling nor the freefalling sensation, but the fear of having no hands around to grab and take me out of it.
But what if there are hands out there and it’s just me who’s not able to recognize them?
Why do I need to be certain of all that just to allow myself to enjoy the warm water and swim a little bit?
Damn. I’m always searching for answers.
(Or maybe I’m always asking too many questions.)

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