As palavras soltas de hoje falam sobre a Lua. Promete-me que um dia vamos ver o pôr do sol a partir da Lua. Diz-me que sim! Montados nos caracóis do meu cabelo diz-me que vamos ser cavaleiros medievais. Cavalgaremos pelos vales lunares. Descobriremos cada recanto. Desde o recanto mais exposto até ao mais escondido. Desde a pequena poeira até à maior rocha. E vamos ver o pôr do sol a partir da lua. Nós os dois. Só nós. Sentados nos meus caracóis a fitar o universo infinito. Será que o pôr do sol, aqui, tem a mesma côr?! Promete-me que vamos ter conversas com a cabeça na Lua. Conversas sobre tudo e sobre nada. Conversas lunáticas, lunares, ... Conversas sobre nós e sobre ninguém. Porque as nossas conversas são mesmo assim. O dia nunca mais termina na Lua. Será que o Sol se põe com a mesma velocidade?! Seremos extraterrestres por breves momentos. Seremos tudo e mais alguma coisa. Seremos tudo aquilo que nós quisermos. E querer é já tanto para nós. Promete-me, mais uma vez, que um dia vamos ver o pôr do sol a partir da lua. E a lua é mesmo aqui ao lado. E um fechar de olhos é mais do que suficiente. Todas as noites fecho-os e desenho a lua na minha mente. Tu prometeste. Está prometido. Dá-me a tua mão. Bem, mas estas já são outras palavras soltas. Ana Reis
Today my words talk about the moon. Promise me that one day we'll see the sunset from the moon. Promise me! Mounted on the curls of my hair we will be medieval knights. We will ride through the lunar valleys. We will find every corner. From the most exposed to the most hidden corner. From the small dust to the largest rock. And we'll see the sunset from the moon. Both of us. Only us, you and I. Sitting on my curls we will be staring at the infinite universe. Does the sunset here have the same color?! Promise me we'll have head-on-the-moon conversations. That we will talk about nothing and everything. Lunatic, lunar conversations, ... Conversations about us and about anyone. Because our conversations are just the same. The day never ends on the moon. Does the sun go down with the same speed?! We will be extraterrestrials for brief moments. We will be everything and more. We will be all that we want. And wanting is already so much for us. Promise me, once again, that one day we will see the sunset from the moon. And the moon is on the next door, just so close to us. And a close eye is more than enough to us to reach the moon. Every night I close my eyes and draw the moon in my mind. You promised. It's promised. Give me your hand. Well, but these are already another kind of words. Ana Reis
Today my words talk about the moon. Promise me that one day we'll see the sunset from the moon. Promise me! Mounted on the curls of my hair we will be medieval knights. We will ride through the lunar valleys. We will find every corner. From the most exposed to the most hidden corner. From the small dust to the largest rock. And we'll see the sunset from the moon. Both of us. Only us, you and I. Sitting on my curls we will be staring at the infinite universe. Does the sunset here have the same color?! Promise me we'll have head-on-the-moon conversations. That we will talk about nothing and everything. Lunatic, lunar conversations, ... Conversations about us and about anyone. Because our conversations are just the same. The day never ends on the moon. Does the sun go down with the same speed?! We will be extraterrestrials for brief moments. We will be everything and more. We will be all that we want. And wanting is already so much for us. Promise me, once again, that one day we will see the sunset from the moon. And the moon is on the next door, just so close to us. And a close eye is more than enough to us to reach the moon. Every night I close my eyes and draw the moon in my mind. You promised. It's promised. Give me your hand. Well, but these are already another kind of words. Ana Reis
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