My revolution is sweetness and sincerity even if it's out of spite. My religion is love.

People who are sensible about love are incapable of it. - Douglas Yates 


Love is a fire that burns unseen,
a wound that aches yet isn’t felt,
an always discontent contentment,
a pain that rages without hurting,

a longing for nothing but to long,
a loneliness in the midst of people,
a never feeling pleased when pleased,
a passion that gains when lost in thought.

It’s being enslaved of your own free will;
it’s counting your defeat a victory;
it’s staying loyal to your killer.

But if it’s so self-contradictory,
how can Love, when Love chooses,
bring human hearts into sympathy?

― Luís Vaz de Camões, Sonetos de Camões

As is the greatest musical score, love is replete with silences, accumulated feelings from history and that soundless vocabulary of the seemingly empty fullness of space. -sbv

Amor...o papel principal.

Há alturas em que é apenas isso: ouvir. Saber escutar lamentos, gestos, ansiedades, hesitações. Saber ouvir para lá do que se diz. Saber entender para lá do que nos mostram. Saber sentir e confiar nos instintos e saber apenas observar e absorver informação. Não comentar, não alvitrar, não dizer absolutamente nada. Não tentar confortar um coração que não precisa de conforto, apenas de que o oiçam. Não debitar lugares-comuns que não acrescentam nada, por muito acertados que sejam. Saber ser apenas o ombro que acolhe, a mão que afaga o cabelo, o sorriso sincero. Saber que, ao escutarmos, damos ao outro o papel principal e, ao falarmos, ainda que sobre e para o outro, assumimos nós esse papel. 

E há alturas em que mais vale ser um digníssimo actor secundário do que um medíocre actor principal. 
João Monge Ferreira

Love ... the main role. There are times when it is just this: to listen. Hear laments, gestures, anxieties, hesitation. Knowing how to listen to what is being said. Learn understand beyond that show us. Learn feel and trusting your instincts and know only observe and absorb information. Do not comment on, do not say, do not say absolutely nothing. Do not try to comfort a heart that does not need comfort, only that will listen. Not debit common places that do not add anything, by very successful they are.

And there are times when it is better to be an honorable supporting actor than a mediocre main actor.

“Every virtuous act has some dark secret in its heart; every risk we take contains a mystery that can’t be solved.”  -Gregory David Roberts 

Falling On His Knees

Falling on his knees

onto nothingness

from a higher height than the house where he was born,

the pilgrim:

today is the day to be with you

in a fall that is but naked and forsaken,

today is the day to be with the wind

in a whirl of wandering empty roses;

to be with you

like a wound in a consenting and harsh night

to be with you

like a sail in the deep outdoors of time,

to be with you

like bread thrown at the memory of the sea in infancy,

to be with you

floating over a life that keeps its gaze

while yielding the colour of its eyes,

to be with you

dying slowly listening to the future sound of your steps,

to be with you

being born barefoot onto the wet scented earth,

to be with you

with a humble voice, more naked than silence,

to be with you

mind emptied, leaning over

veins of stones and words,

to be only with you

no longer me.
 - Fernando Eduardo Carita

There Is In Love

There is in love some deadly force

That sets lovers against each other,

All it takes is to unleash it;

There is in love some vital force

That brings lovers towards each other,

All it takes is to imprison it;

There is in love some non-human force

That will preserve lovers

From succumbing  to each other’s limits,

All it takes is to place it right where love can no longer reach them.

-Fernando Eduardo Carita

Every Memory Is Moaning Softly Inside Me.

"Don't leave me, begs the past. Don't abandon us, weep the images. Time itself is talking to me, admonishing me. I draw up my legacy against its inexorable tide.
Faces tumble and clink like coins in a slot-machine.
I have not forgotten anything. I am counting you and gathering you together, sorting you out the better to see you. A statement of account to no conclusion. An escalation. To see whether, if I pile you up, if I lay you one on top of the other like bricks, I'll be able to climb up, to build the enormous staircase I need to go and hang this moon up in the sky."

-Agnes Desarthe

To Love by Florbela Espanca.

To Love
I want to love, love with abandon!
To love for love’s sake: here, there,
this one, that one, another, and everyone.
To make love, to be in love, and to love no one.
To remember? To Forget? Makes no difference.
To hold on or let go? Neither bad nor good.
To say you can love one your entire life.
There is one Spring in each life:
You must sing it like Spring, floridly,
For if God gave us voice, it was to sing!
And if one day I must be dust, ashes, and nothing
let my night be a dawn,
let me know how to lose myself . . . to find myself . . .
Florbela Espanca, “Amar”, Charneca em Flor.
III
My body trembles seeking yours,
my hands are hot on your skin
smelling of amber, vanilla, and honey,
my crazed arms long to embrace you.
I search for your eyes everywhere,
thirsty for kisses, bitter,
overcome with hunger sharp and cruel,
because nothing satisfies it!
And I see you from afar. I feel your soul
near mine, a calm lake,
telling me that you don’t love me.
And my heart, disregarded,
drifts on the currents,
a black skiff on a sea of flames.
Florbela Espanca, “III.” Charneca em Flor.

IV
It’s you! It’s you! You’ve come, finally!
I hear again the laughter in your steps!
It’s you I see holding out your arms
created for me to hold you close!
Seeing this, everything is divine and holy.
The blues and weariness are gone,
the world isn’t the world: it’s a garden,
an open sky: infinite space.
Touch me all over, Love, hold me tight!
What do you see around you? There’s no one!
The earth? – a dimming star.
Everything that is a glowing flame, everything that you feel,
everything that is life and vibrates eternally
is your being mine, Love, and my being yours.
Florbela Espanca, “IV.” Charneca em Flor.
V
Tell me, love, that I’m loved,
tell me about the brilliance of your favorite dreams,
snuggle me, smiling, next to your chest,
take life’s worries from me.
Drunk with a strange labor,
I bring my undone heart in my hands.
Show me the light, teach me the rules
that will save and ransom me.
I am deep in this black well,
without illusions, without beliefs, without tenderness,
torment without faith of the dying.
I scream your name in a strange thirst
as if it were, love, all the coolness
of the mountains’ crystal waters.
Florbela Espanca, “V.” Charneca em Flor.

Thank you Carolina Matos.

Tell Me All You Know

Sometimes I just lay on the bed as if I am still waiting for you to tell me everything you know about everything everywhere.....

or I sit above the sea as if you were there being silent next to me.....

One round, illumined evening the great wheel turned out our love....but now you move on wheels I do not know, and different circles amuse the  morning cold, but I remember....when the world was round like the night.