tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61989517846733958972024-02-22T08:48:30.442+00:00Indigo FreedomAveranahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15726913074066845749noreply@blogger.comBlogger27125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198951784673395897.post-15713181769559206182009-11-20T10:13:00.006+00:002009-11-20T10:22:37.295+00:00The OneI want to give you my time<br />I want to give you my heart (oh where is it?)<br />I want to give you a moment if that's all I have<br />But let it be filled with myself<br /><br />I want to give you The One<br />Not empty smiles<br />Not empty words<br />Not an empty me<br /><br />I want to give you that moment<br />Filled with MYSELF<br />The real one, the true one<br />The One.Averanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15726913074066845749noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198951784673395897.post-33177271776923257532009-01-06T16:37:00.001+00:002009-01-06T16:39:12.062+00:00<span style="font-style: italic;">Sometimes we're prisioners of our own freedom...</span>Averanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15726913074066845749noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198951784673395897.post-51005613686762870372008-05-18T01:33:00.007+01:002015-03-28T11:12:15.817+00:00Fire of DestructionMy I watches me peacefully<br />fighting my demons with despair<br />as the world keeps on turning<br />- this drama keeps my fire alive.<br /><br />I stare back at my I <br />and surrender to her smile.<br />I can't stay depressed for too long.<br /><br />She says:<br />Listen carefully,<br />And you will hear your wings growing<br />in the midst of what you call destruction.<br />Destruction<br />is the fuel for creation.<br /><br />All we needed was a good earthquake.Averanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15726913074066845749noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198951784673395897.post-24047593652027945862008-05-01T09:41:00.003+01:002015-03-28T11:21:48.476+00:00The BreezeI know this smell...<br />I've missed it for ages<br />Wondering if it would still be there<br />When I decided to turn around<br /><br />I know your eyes...<br />I know the words in the wind<br />The fresh air in my face<br />Gosh, I've missed you so much<br /><br />I want to cry in your arms<br />Embrace me, feed me<br />Don't ever leave me again<br /><br />My mother<br />My lover<br />My EARTHAveranahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15726913074066845749noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198951784673395897.post-84673077775971769622008-04-22T21:42:00.005+01:002015-03-28T11:17:19.962+00:00Sweet & Sour & SweetI wonder<br /><br />Is there anything beautiful that isn't<br />at the same time<br />strong and fragile<br />uplifting and heartbreaking<br />healing and cuting<br /><br />just like the rain...<br />your sigh...<br /><br />Redemption<br />always follows<br />the scissors of fate.Averanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15726913074066845749noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198951784673395897.post-75672658106579209342008-04-21T23:34:00.005+01:002015-03-28T12:47:48.201+00:00No me atesLife would be much easier without ties<br />So much easier without this tie on my neck.<br />Why, why this need to tie me up?<br />You think I'm just being stuborn...<br />You can't see how hard it is for me<br />Just to stand next to you.<br />You can turn love into the hardest thing.<br /><br />God knows,<br />I can't live without you...<br />but still it is easier than living <em>with</em> you.Averanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15726913074066845749noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198951784673395897.post-10534455135810183312008-04-21T23:19:00.007+01:002015-03-28T11:19:10.527+00:00WhenStop invading me<br />Stop breathing me<br />I love you and I<br />hate you so much<br /><br />Hate the lack of space<br />Wherever I go<br />Too much space of no space at all<br /><br />Will you take me before I'm ready<br />Give me children before I'm ready<br />Will I die before I lived?<br />[What is living?]<br /><br />You're never there anymore<br />I wonder where you are<br />I wonder where I am<br />Wonder why I'm still wondering......<br /><br />Will you come?Averanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15726913074066845749noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198951784673395897.post-17687234881989318572008-04-21T22:10:00.004+01:002015-03-28T11:20:45.471+00:00HereNothing tastes the way it does here.<br />Nothing tastes the way it does here.<br />Here.<br />I can hear you calling here.Averanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15726913074066845749noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198951784673395897.post-43492691026773321752008-04-21T20:32:00.004+01:002015-03-28T12:50:34.960+00:00Winter of Spring/Spring of Winter"You're not the same person I talked to a couple of years ago", he said with disappointment.<br /><br />"I guess I'm not".<br /><br />The silent kiss vanished in the darkness before it ever happened.<br />She realised she didn't want to be touched.<br />Ever again.<br /><br />Not like that.Averanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15726913074066845749noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198951784673395897.post-86950684487200984262008-04-14T22:55:00.003+01:002015-03-28T11:26:05.832+00:00You're Not the OneIf your love makes me love Him less<br />You're not the one<br /><br />If your love makes me feel lost<br />You're not the one<br /><br />If your love makes me someone I am not<br />You're not the one<br /><br />If your love weakens my self-respect<br />You're not the one<br /><br />If your love departs me from myself<br />You're not the one<br /><br />You're not the one<br />You're not the one<br />You're not the oneAveranahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15726913074066845749noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198951784673395897.post-67233233031306840742008-04-13T23:03:00.005+01:002015-03-28T11:27:00.828+00:00VertigoFui tomar café em Mollet<br />Pensando ir até à Madalena<br />...ou seria Sintra?<br />Entre ruas familiares<br />Sinto uma vertigem mental<br />Estou em Santander?<br />Estou em Lisboa?<br />Não, estou de volta a Barcelona.<br />E entre o pensar e escrevê-lo<br />Vejo-me de novo em Santander.Averanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15726913074066845749noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198951784673395897.post-31108745186290045402008-04-13T14:26:00.003+01:002015-03-28T11:28:55.438+00:00Sometimes I knowWhat used to taste like sweetness<br />Tastes like pain today<br />Even my worse boring days<br />Feel better than yesterday<br /><br />Cos they've got nothing to give me<br />And I have plenty inside me.<br />And, yes, sometimes I know.Averanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15726913074066845749noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198951784673395897.post-90965373384136196892008-04-13T12:32:00.001+01:002015-03-28T11:29:45.105+00:00Outsideunder the shadows of these walls<br />alone i sit<br />waiting for you to come<br /><br />the outside cuts me<br />it cuts me when you come<br />as i waste my life... alone<br /><br />this time i chose life<br />no matter how big your love is<br />i can find it better in the sunAveranahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15726913074066845749noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198951784673395897.post-7188360797890053352008-04-12T19:21:00.002+01:002015-03-28T11:30:13.487+00:00The World is Changing I've searched in my closet<br />I've searched in my bag<br />I even searched in my pocket<br /><br />That's when I found out:<br />you don't exist anymore.<br /><br />La la la la...Averanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15726913074066845749noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198951784673395897.post-8921213003095628812008-04-04T21:42:00.005+01:002015-03-28T10:38:27.614+00:00MigalhasGostava de entender o que acontece quando me atravessas em pensamento...<br />Perceber porque me perturba a tua existência, presença ou ausência<br />quando sou tão consciente da ausência de amor em mim<br />Curiosidade, desejo, desejo de amar...<br />E por estas... migalhas, estas idiotices<br />transformo-me em coisa possuída ou possuidora<br />Porque afinal é apenas disto que se trata<br />Possuir ou ser possuído<br />Ver-me reflectida nos teus olhos<br />nos meus, nos de muitos<br />Como se não tivesse existência inerente<br />E fosses tu ou outro qualquer<br />o verdadeiro criador do meu ser<br />estou à tua mercê<br />afinal sou apenas a tua costela<br /><br />Não te necessito<br />Espero que me dês a robustez que perco para olhar para os lados,<br />para trás<br />para qualquer lado onde eu não esteja<br />e confundir-me, deixar que me confundam<br />deixar-me vaguear<br />Sem perguntar o porquê deste mal-estar quando não te acercas<br />O porquê deste mal estar que se cria quando<br />decido depender de ti<br />decido esperar de ti<br />as tuas migalhas, o teus restos<br />Pois nada mais tens para oferecer<br /><br />E eu<br />nesta necessidade imbecil de dar<br />nesta necessidade imbecil de ter com quem partilhar<br />nesta dificuldade em encontrar uma alma que seja<br />que valha a pena<br />Definho<br /><br />porque na vida é ter ou ser<br />ter ou ser<br />e para se sonhar ser alto<br />às vezes é preciso renunciar<br />a tudo<br />mas mesmo tudo<br />o que não seja tão alto<br /><br />mesmo que o alto não venha<br />mesmo que a águia não voe<br />mesmo que só nos reste a solidão<br /><br />só há um caminho.Averanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15726913074066845749noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198951784673395897.post-58148795847444874762008-03-31T19:37:00.004+01:002015-03-28T11:44:03.266+00:00Em MaliañoOs habitantes de Maliaño não conduzem como as pessoas normais. Já fui quase atropelada em passadeiras, mais do que uma vez. E se pensarmos que só tenho de caminhar 5 minutos do hotel para a empresa, ficam com uma ideia de como a coisa é séria.<br /><br />Estou há 2 meses a viver num hotel (and counting...). Começo a sentir-me como se estivesse nalgum filme da Quinta Dimensão e pergunto-me se chegarei algum dia a sair daqui. É irónico pensar o quanto fantasiei com estadias em hotéis, sozinha, em trabalho... Acho que isto diz muito sobre o cuidado que temos de ter com as coisas que desejamos.<br />Averanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15726913074066845749noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198951784673395897.post-87893758168638543142008-03-30T23:30:00.002+01:002009-06-15T15:29:46.859+01:00Miragem<div align="justify">Permaneces uma incógnita para mim…<br />Quero perder-me nas tuas palavras ,<br />Esquecer que o tempo existe.<br />E abraçar-te, sentir o teu silêncio.<br />Sentir as tuas mãos, saber o que escondes<br />Saber o quanto sabes de mim.<br />Ver-me, ver-nos através de ti<br />Do teu olhar.<br />Mergulhar nos teus olhos, decifrar o teu enigma.<br />O nosso enigma.<br />Saber ao que sabe a terra dos sonhos,<br />Ao que sabem os teus sonhos.<br />Esta miragem, que quero alcançar<br />Será que se desfaz se lhe tocar?</div>Averanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15726913074066845749noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198951784673395897.post-32783775151993931922008-03-23T20:45:00.004+00:002015-03-28T11:47:53.130+00:00No More SavioursI wish I could make things right for you.<br />I can't.<br />I can't save you tonight.<br />But I can walk with you under the stars<br />and never leave you<br />Until you save yourself.Averanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15726913074066845749noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198951784673395897.post-23827874388669532082008-03-23T20:17:00.006+00:002015-03-28T11:49:04.513+00:00And no one knowsSometimes<br />When I am more than myself<br />Your smile<br />Breakes my heart with its sweetnessAveranahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15726913074066845749noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198951784673395897.post-34548314846076059022008-01-06T02:45:00.005+00:002015-03-28T11:56:02.023+00:00Indigo AngstMy body isn’t mine<br />I hate you in me<br />My mind isn’t mine<br />I hate it when you speak for me<br />I live with no walls<br /><br />But at least I’m not that guy in the wall<br />At least I’m not that guy in the wall<br />At least I’m not that guy in the wall<br /><br />Does he know that I love him?<br />Does he see me from heaven?<br />- Or was it hell that took him? -<br />Would I die if I loved him?<br /><br />My love is my weakness;<br />My blood is everywhere.<br />Everywhere is in me.<br />I hate you in me.<br />I hate you in me.<br /><br />But at least I’m not that guy in the wall.Averanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15726913074066845749noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198951784673395897.post-72495575849727496502007-12-19T23:32:00.003+00:002009-06-15T15:35:34.899+01:00SaraThere is a place, a secret place inside of me.<br />There is a being, a mysterious being, living quietly in that place.<br />Sometimes he goes away, I don’t know very well why. I just happen to go there for a visit and he’s gone.<br />It’s so cold and lonely without him there… I feel empty. Lost. Mediocre.<br />He understands everything so well, so much better than I do… And yet he looks at me with the eyes of an innocent child.<br /><br />His name is Sara. I asked him why he had a female name, but he responded with his silence.<br />He doesn’t talk. He just doesn’t talk. I think he could if he wanted to... Maybe he wants me to learn other ways to express myself... other ways to listen.<br /><br />Sara wasn’t here today. I searched for him everywhere. He didn’t come.<br />And my heart is breaking with his absence cos I came here to tell him I want us to have a baby together.<br />Oh, life doesn’t make any sense without Sara! If at least I could have a child from him, maybe I’d be able to feel his presence at all times.<br />Sara is my true love. The one that was promised to me. I found him. And he is inside.<br /><br />Sweet Sara, why do you leave me like this? I can see the love in your eyes…<br />I want to caress you but I’m afraid I might fall and burn like Icarus, cos touching you would be like touching the Sun.<br />And your silent, your eloquent silence. I know…<br />I know so well what you mean when your eyes touch mine.<br />I know what you mean when they don’t.<br /><br />Sara likes being alone, but he doesn’t like to be forgotten. And we all tend to forget what we take for granted.<br />And so he flies away, disappears, vanishes in the air, leaving me all alone with myself.<br /><br />Sara, wait! Let’s pack our things and run to the mountain. You know I can hear your whisper in the mountain…<br />But it’s just too easy to love and care for someone when there is nothing else to love and care for. And Sara is not a puppet. He was born a winner.<br />He won my heart for all eternity when I first saw him. Won it with my first breath.<br /><br />He’s just giving me time to see it.Averanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15726913074066845749noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198951784673395897.post-61481907196419548612007-12-17T18:22:00.005+00:002009-06-15T15:27:46.312+01:00OneDear God.<br />I wish I could be grateful.<br />I wish I could be stupidly grateful for things I don't understand.<br />Just to say I am...<br /><br />But why should I try to be grateful<br />Why should I stick to the less<br /><br />When I can become one with you.Averanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15726913074066845749noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198951784673395897.post-48659778972698855852007-12-17T18:13:00.007+00:002009-06-15T15:36:53.869+01:00Part-time JobI wanted to be a part-time writer<br /><br />I wanted to be a part-time woman<br /><br />I wanted to be a part-time human<br /><br />I wanted to howl at the moon and get lost into the forest...<br /><br />Singing about the Truth for all eternity...<br /><br />On a part time basis.Averanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15726913074066845749noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198951784673395897.post-15298526831522962332007-12-17T14:48:00.001+00:002015-03-28T12:01:46.773+00:00La Bruja de OviedoUn día Silvia se trajo una pequeña bruja de Oviedo. <br />Era una muñeca de trapos, muy guapa, con una nariz y una barbilla de enorme personalidad, y una sonrisa inquietante. Sus pequeños ojos brillaban en el salón oscuro, apenas iluminado con el fuego bailante del hogar. Silvia no sabia muy bien por que se la había comprado, pensó que podría ser un buen regalo para su sobrina, a quien le encantaban todo tipo de muñecos, pero terminó dejándola en el salón indefinidamente. Cada día la miraba y veía en ella un encanto especial. La verdad es que nunca le habían despertado mucho interés este tipo de muñecos… o las brujas. Pero al verla con su sonrisa tan simpática cada día, tendida en la pared, un sentimiento de curiosidad la llevó a jugar un poco con ella. Le movía un poco una mano… luego la otra… Las movía como si temblaran, por la edad. Luego decidió moverle los pies, despacito… La puso en el suelo, caminando por el aire… Por fin, la puso delante de un pequeño espejo y intentó por momentos olvidarse de que era ella quien la movía. Entonces se dio cuenta de lo increíblemente realistas que estos muñecos pueden llegar a ser. La brujita caminaba, bailaba y se movía por lo general como una persona de verdad. Un pequeño escalofrío subió por su espina al ver la muñeca ganar vida de una forma tan sorprendente. Y, por momentos, una fracción de segundo… la mirada de la bruja pareció fijarse en la suya, a través del espejo, lo suficientemente realista para que Silvia dejara de respirar por momentos y la muñeca cayera al suelo, rompiendo una mano. “Que tontería” – piensa, mirando la bruja en el suelo – “Asustarme con una muñeca inofensiva.”<br /><br />Recobrándose del susto, se fue al cajón del armario a buscar pegamiento y se detuvo unos minutos arreglándole la mano. Mientras lo hacia, miraba a sus ojos, pensativa. Por fin terminó y dejó la muñeca, esta vez, sentada en el sofá. <br /><br />(continua)Averanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15726913074066845749noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198951784673395897.post-13414322908227553402007-12-17T14:37:00.004+00:002009-06-15T15:16:07.692+01:00Soul<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVKX84XDYHUISjcdWqmBJIhXxHDw-cekoNYOhLYnC89wXmgkgYY320SXLXjLo6qiONoHfEuokd-lZbO1o3BhVPJuZf26G4JcUZAf9bQvdRcCZ8Y9300h_VRit82UwUYwSUlXgIIeUHMF8/s1600-h/Victoria+Frances+28.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVKX84XDYHUISjcdWqmBJIhXxHDw-cekoNYOhLYnC89wXmgkgYY320SXLXjLo6qiONoHfEuokd-lZbO1o3BhVPJuZf26G4JcUZAf9bQvdRcCZ8Y9300h_VRit82UwUYwSUlXgIIeUHMF8/s200/Victoria+Frances+28.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143588839800443762" /></a><br />My soul said one day she, too, wanted to exist.<br />Reluctant, I said: "well, maybe that could be arranged".<br />And avoided her ever since.Averanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15726913074066845749noreply@blogger.com0