Human

Sometimes we want the night to last forever
smoke it, drink it, have it
darkness by darkness
until there’s nothing
absolutely nothing (left)
apart from the ashes of ashes themselves.
That’s when thoughts merge to become waves;
when happiness and reality fade away in a single whisper.
We are human;
alone in our crowded metropoles,
pieces of darkness among the million lights that fight the night
hopelessly;
awake and isolated in a world
which we can see and smell and touch
but which we cannot really
feel (or understand).

Sometimes the pain cuts so deep
that it almost becomes desirable
wanted
almost appreciated;
because it is real and it is an answer
- and an answer is always so much more than a never-ending question -
so we embrace it
breathe it fully
believe it
and we almost feel that there’s something
besides the unbearable weight of the entire world
pressing against our deepest wounds.

Sometimes. Sometimes we suffer. Sometimes there’s pain.
And most of the time we don’t just feel lost;
we are lost.

(now open your eyes.)

D.S. 2009

A book called life

Life is too precious to be questioned, too valuable to be disregarded, too wonderful not to be lived. Even if death is the way to a much better place - paradise with all its supposed glory and light - life will always be a unique experience. And whilst there is no single way to live it fully, you should never, ever waste this amazing opportunity. You see, life can be as much of a river as it can be an ocean, or anything else, really. Just like a book, your life is permanently waiting to be written; with as many stories, lives, smiles and tears a you can possibly live. The only difference is that there is no turning back, not hitting backspace, no eraser; life is a book you write at every single second, whether you want it or not. So what's it going to be? An amazing and inspiring novel, or just an ordinary soap opera? The choice is yours. Make it count.

D.S. 09

Mundos, Momentos

Há momentos que inventam novos mundos
e universos;
instantes que nos caem sobre os ombros
gigantes mas sem avisar
bater de asas
pó de estrelas primordiais
que acabam escritos nas linhas de um poema.
Intervalos sem dimensão
trazem vida e morte, viagem e partida
na ponta dos dedos que não têm.
A escolha. Dois mundos. Um Universo. Vida. Morte.
E o tempo nunca pára.
(Quantos mundos já criámos?)

D.S. 09

Tales of Stars and You

Everyone of us has a unique story. A past that reaches out far before our birth and that will last beyond our death. Even if you don’t realize it, you are more than 10 billion years old. You have lived a thousand lives and yet you are still a teenager - learning from every new form that you take and becoming fascinated by how all the things around you change and grow - forever evolving.
The day when you were born was not the day when were born. The day you were born did not happen just a few years ago. It happened a long, long time ago, when the entire world saw light - a tremendously bright light - finally illuminating the entire Universe. There are stories about those days, when the dark ages were finally over, when life was truly created, and, most of all, when you and me and all of us were born. Some say it was as if everything happened in a single moment in time. Throughout space, the first stars ever to shine were born, and, surrounded by what seemed like an eternal darkness at the time, they broke all the rules and sacrificed their lives to create everything around us.
Life was not created on Earth; it was made in light and heat, in blue and music, in art and happiness, right at the core of the brightest, largest and most magnificent stars that the universe has and will ever see. We are not only made of star’s dust; we are star’s children.

D.S. 09

The Blank-Page Boy

People called him John, Victor, Gonçalo, Mohammed, Andreas, and even Matheus and whist each person was absolutely sure that his name was just one of those (or any other in the long, long list of names), there was no-one in the entire world that really knew that. He had no name, no true identity, no real life or tastes. He did not have a home, a family, not even a past. Or so he believed. No matter the reasons that led him there, he learned how to turn himself into a blank page, seeking for a new life, a new beginning, a new chance almost every month, week, or day.