OLHANDO PARA O CÉU

Thrilled, very expectant at the prospect of finding you again, yet very serene spiritually... how is that possible? Can my desire be actually endless? May it last as long as my life, without being spent? How can anyone's desire be "spent"? By tasting the fruity lips it so much wants? Or the opposite, just being spent by sitting there and contemplating how life runs away?

Te chegaste a mim tão docemente, linda. De repente, um dia olhei para ti e estavas dentro de mim, tão bonita, tão confortável. Nem sei como encontraste a entrada, até juraria que nem a procuraste. Mesmo assim, cá estás tu, com esse jeito teu que não se explica. Não te deixaria sair do meu coração por nada deste mundo. 

E eu? Não sei como cheguei até este momento que me faz olhar ao céu, até este sentir, até este ser. Sem ser de ninguém, te pertenço, e o mesmo sinto de ti, we exist together, como tu disseste, yes, sure we do, assim sinto certamente, e digo-te, acabo por te dizer quando as palavras já não me cabem no peito, e escrevo, ou falo sozinho contigo, we belong together, que é como dizer não há lugar melhor para mim no mundo que pertinho de ti, nem sensação melhor que saber de ti, nem melhor préludio que o caminho que me leva para ti, nem pensamento mais bonito que aquele que permanentemente me visita com o teu sorriso belo de morrer.

Olhando para o céu. Qual será o vento que te traz de volta? Não demoras já muito, pois não? Belong, but please don't be long!

Sándalo Naranja

THE FLAME

Whenever I have a free second,

I use it to be with you

One free second with you makes me sigh for more

One free minute with you is a heavenly delight

One free hour with you is Eternity 

(the good kind of Eternity)

Often, you stop time: an instant becomes eternal

Time with you is written with capital letters

I will seek you for the rest of my Time

My love is yours to keep: an eternal flame

Sándalo Naranja

A DAY ON THE RACES

I am amazed at how much is going on behind the scenes when I am with you. You'd be surprised. And that has been already happenning since the first coffee I shared with you.

Like a net, made of connected points. A little pressure in one point and everything shakes. I cannot separate your words from your eyes. The diminute coordination of words and gestures. The hesitations, the sideways glances, the change of skin coloration, the tone of your voice.

The surfacing conversation and all the stream of things I think and feel simultaneously, like a dance.

Today I wanted to take your face in my hands, very quietly, barely feel your skin, see your face of surprise, your eyes widening, maybe a sudden blush. Sometimes you look like a little girl.

How I would love to make your heart race with mine. Could yours ever win mine?

Sándalo Naranja

ROBINSOMNIA

Dear fellow castaway,

I woke up today with an invigorating feel of plenitude in my whole being.

In my dream, we made love in the sand, both seated and facing each other.

I don't remember much of the dream. All I know is that it was very long and beautiful, and I do remember well how we looked into each other eyes, intently, being as near as two people can be. Your fingers intertwined gently in the back of my head. My hands played freely with your hair, caressed your back, drew the line of your spine with soft fingers, very slowly. With our embrace, we made the other feel as if we were one, with no distance to separate us.

Through my dream, I shortened the gulf of time and space that keeps us apart, by placing us as near as two people can be.

I will keep the tenderness and the mildly surprised smile in your eyes to warm my heart during this castaway's winter.

Sándalo Naranja

TREASURES NEVER TO AUCTION

1. One sketch of your backyard, big willow tree, some birds with a very limited vocabulary, very haunting indeed, the sketch I mean, one could smell the coffee, the quiet road, such an artistry with a few carbon strokes!

2. The humour-driven costume of adding periodic decimals over and over, because things never come out even in this life, anyway...

3. "Sunset souvenir": silvers, gilded, blues, orange and coppers, all in powder, somewhat extracted by complex chemical processes from your last blush, mmm so adorable...

4. A collection of assorted shells, vulgar-looking, but it has been said this collection was treasured by the owner as if they were a gift sent by Neptune himself.

5. A compass, very antique piece, but -alas!- limited functionality I'm afraid, since polar magnets went nuts when you appeared, arrows forgot the North and pointed ceaselessly to your figure... therefore, regrettably, the Rose of the Winds cannot be trusted anymore unless you happen to be north of the observer... Anyway, it is still a very interesting piece for collectors.

6. Another drawing, representing a bizarre hopscotch, complete with its heaven and its hell... the bizarre part comes from... well... instead natural numbers, it has what appears to be, uhm, the fibonacci series, uhm, very strange indeed.

7. A battery-powered lantern, perfect for domestic blackouts, it carries this inscription in gilded letters: "The memory of your light is the beacon that carries me through the darkness".

8. Note in a paper napkin, with this handwritten text:

"Two thoughs: 1. To this day, I believe you are both the seed and the ground; 2. Days are a thousand-hour long without you, which is ridiculously long... when all I need is a second of eternity with you".

Sándalo Naranja

CATÁSTROFE

É natural, colossal,
feito mirabolante,
aquela onda gigante?
E aquele vendaval uivante?
(...não é ele coisa que me espante...)
Seca ou inundação, furacão,
funesta guerra, açoite ou fusta?
(...nada disso me assusta...!)

Bem pior, acredite amor,
é aqui e agora você não estar
se a gente precisa desse seu fulgor,
do seu olhar, seu carinho,
seu zéfiro amável pra soprar
as velas do meu barquinho

Flor de todos meus bens,
(é disto que saí à procura
até o portão da loucura:
aquilo que ainda não tens)...

E já procurei pedra nobre
(pra te oferecer)
e tudo parece tão pobre
(pra te merecer)

Me diz, o que tem o seu olhar?
como ele é assim?
...brilhante alquimia de azuis

(se já todo ele é mar...!)

Me diz, como é feito o seu andar?
ó noiva de passos transparentes,
alma luzidia, bela indiferente

(se o seu desejo não guia esses passos...)

Me fale dessa luz de setim
que a minha alma ilumina,
a que me explode no peito
e no meu leito se pousa, por fim...

(...como carícia dum presente 
que se quer eterno,
      como cadência 
que não saberá

          jamais morrer).

                                               Sándalo Naranja

SWEET AND SALTY

sweet and salty

in the foz of your charm

I drink to remain sober

your lips I part

sweet and salty

(fountain, fruit, foz, faith)

in them I feast

and in ecstatic awe

I find your waters as seamless

 

as my thirst of them.

Sándalo Naranja