Thinking... Poem by Carlos Aragao

When I think about us,
I remember an interminable kiss,
A hug forever by…
Nonsense of believable lies…

When I think about us…
I can decipher the basic keys of universe,
Resumed in little things that we where…

When I think about us,
It's only pain and solitude,
Solitude is now,
A normal feeling without you around…

Solitude is peace…
In some painful ways.
It's the passage to nowhere…
It's a moment of inaction.


Music is playing along,
And all songs only to you belong.
In a life that only exist,
In those moments forever lost.


But the music still playing along,
Between worlds that we are not even a song,
Around mountains of underachiever altitude,
What today represents no more than solitude.

I need back my soul,
My dreams in this world where I don't belong,
I need back my soul,
Stole in a moment that I don't know.

Remember the sins, the love and the glory.
Moments where we are pure animals,
Remember the flame,
The abyss we use to fall.

Who is watching your dreams now?
To protect you of your scares?
It's your coffee lovely and sweet?
Are your mornings full of happiness?

Where are you, when everybody is gone?
Where are you dreams, when you are alone?
It's the inspiration back to your world?
It's the happiness back to your soul?

Even knowing that you are forever lost,
And it's over this no winner's game,
Always when walking on the fields,
I can't stop all flowers whispering your name.