--> Ouvindo música clássica, bem calma... inspiração ao som de violinos:
The waves... I can hear the ocean to knock at my door and to ask me to leave. I don´t want to go to anywhere and then I just stay home. I sit on my favorite chair and look outside. The wind hits my body and makes me cold. It´s time to go inside again.
--> Música gospel:
Silence... The walls are white, I walk through the aisle and there´s no one home. I feel like going to my bedroom, my particular church. I get there and lock the door. It´s no good when someone gets in and disturb your meditation. I´ve been trying to find my balance.
--> Ao som do piano... notas rápidas... a música me agita:
Then I decide to go to the yard. I run, run like a little kid to caught the butterflies. It´s happiness! Feels good to be free. I wish I was that butterfly to be able to fly anywhereç go back and forward, make circles, go up and down. I wish I could touch your face and make you smile with my moves, with the beauty of my colorful wings. Where are you?
--> Ao som do thcutchururu......hahaha
Cold... the water is not as warm as I was expecting. And there you come walking or dancing or whatever it is. I only know it is nice, your body is moving like clouds on a shine day. Sunshine: you have no idea how long I´ve been waiting for this moment. But you don´t see me and pass by. Going where?
--> Um pouco de oldies... 70s?
What do I do now? Am I somehow important to you? CAn you see me? At least look accidentally to the same place I do? I don´t like people´s answers. I don´t like advices. So why do I keep making these stupids questions? It´s time to go inside the house again. I might be hungry.
--> Música triste, mas me energiza:
No. I can´t eat anything after all this. I don´t know why I feel like crying, but at the same time... That energy; that conection; that look; that word... Everything seemed to be perfect and endless. Now I´m here hiding myself from the entire universe. It´s not a game!
--> Melodia boa. Faz resurgir a esperança:
Let me do something. Thoughts are not enough. We live by action and reaction. Doesn´t matter what you think. I matter. My life matters. I´m going to meet you right now and tell you the truth. Do whatever you want with that. If you care, good. If not, better for me. It´s time to go.
--> Música clássica, voz calma:
Sorry if you´ve been waiting for too long. Our plane is leaving. Hurry up!
No, wait! we have time for one more dance.
And a huge smile is all you can see at the mirror, Happiness is a choice, nothing else.
(Poxa! despois q li achei tudo tão pouco, sem sal. Ok, era apenas um teste, uma prática banal em sala de aula. Espero q alguém goste. :) )
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