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

LONGING AND BELONGING

Beauty, life, love itself, all have to do with the sadness we find present in all forms of joy. We will always miss those beloved who died; also those we love but are away from us. 

Longing is a form of celebration. Love is a form of denial: we love in order to deny (or at least to delay acknowledging) the fact that we are alone in the world. And from our love comes all the good there is in us. Our love is home for ourselves and for the loved ones. The place where we belong.

Opposites. I will need to learn your beauty through your mistery. There is an element of "not knowing", a dark side of your magical moon. Beauty is beautiful, but not necessarily pretty. 

Hey boy, you better remember that.

And to go on with the astronomical metaphor: as we keep following our orbital path, some dark places may receive light. The areas that I see clearly now may be swallowed by new darkness. Overtime, we change, like the stars above.

Since I know you, I feel attached to life in new ways. Too many to say now.

You brought, among many others, two radically new things to my life: longing and belonging.

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