Pessoa Calada / Quiet one - A deaf scream in silence

Pessoa Calada                                                    Quiet one
em que espelho eu te vi                                      in what mirror did I see
nesse espelho caiada                                          on that mirror engraved
essa pessoa era a mim                                        that person was me
Pessoa Calada                                                     Quiet one
mas no silêncio a gritar                                      yet in silence screaming
sou uma pessoa chateada                                   I am an upset person
por tão mal saber amar                                      for so badly knowing how to love
Pessoa Calada                                                    Quiet one
mas sempre a cantar                                           still always singing
Sou pessoa cansada                                            I am a tired one
por não saber voar                                              for not knowing how to fly
Pessoa Calada                                                     Quiet one
e sempre a pensar                                                and always thinking
sou pessoa desiludida                                          I am a disollusioned person
quando não sei estar                                            when I don't know how to be.

Sonhei

Sonhei

Sonhei no que queria                                                                                                                                                               mas nunca no que faria                                                                                                                                                      quando te descobri                                                                                                                                                                                                                      

só te via a ti                                                                                                                                                                         

  tiraste me a razão                                                                                                                                                                        

 a minha vontade de dizer não                                                               

    Pensei no futuro                                                                                                                                                             

  mesmo que fosse duro                                                                                                                                                   

    Tanto queria-te amar                                                                                                                                                        
 porque de mim havia tanto para dar                                                                                                                                    
   Queria ser                                                                                                                                                                              
     para receber                                                                                                                                                                               
    de ti o que julgava que eras.                                                                                                                                                       
  Mas não                                                                                                                                                                                     
tu não tinhas emoção.                                                                                                                                                    
  Querias ser meu ditador                                                                                                                                                       
 mandar numa flor.                                                                                                                                                                
     Esta flor tem picos                                                                                                                                                               
    tem espirito de ricos                                                                                                                                                            
Mas tu só vez a flor que queres                                                                                                                                           
 não a flor que feres                                                                                                                                                                    
 ves com olhos cegos                                                                                                                                                                  
 para alimentar os teus egos.                                                                                                                                                     
Esta rosa não é de viveiro                                                                                                                                                
  porque tal rosa não teria tal cheiro.                                                                                                                                         
 Sou rosa porque sou                                                                                                                                                                
   Sou rosa por assim me  teres chamado                                                                                                                         mas rosa selvagem                                                                                                                                                                    
  sabe bem de onde vem                                                                                                                                                           
 Rosa tua nunca serei                                                                                                                                                          
 porque ser tua nunca tentei                                                                                                                                                  
  Posa de outro poderei vir a ser                                                                                                                                      
 quando o medo voltar a perder                                                                                                                                        
   Rosa selvagem só entre relva selvagem está                                                                                                                
   com folhas erguidas já    
  voltei a ver o sol.
                                                                                                                   

A song

I want to fall in love
feel heart palpitations at his sight
hear him tell me I'm right
backdown when we fight
work hard to compromise
just to be able to look into his eyes
having him stand by my side
smiling with pride
both of us along for the ride
knowing I am his
and he is mine
And that in my eyes
he is fine!
I want to know
even though it may show
that he loves me
that i love him
this is the way we want to be
with him I will be ablr to talk
with him I'll be able to walk
I will already be free
and that's the way I want to be
not have to flee
I want to be me
not change
stay in my range
but walk by his side
and that I want to do with pride
with no need to hide
May not happen
but a girl can dream

Knock Knock Poem

Knock Knock Poem
“Knock Knock” whispers the girl that I was
“Open the door to dreams and loves you had.
Open the door from which you came.
Open the door to your childish fears
Open the door to a world in which French was like your mother tongue.
Open the door to a time when you feared everything but still allowed yourself to jump.”

“Knock Knock” now speaks the young women that I’ve become
“Open your eyes to what you have now
Allow yourself to enjoy the blossoms of your new loves
Open your eyes to your fear of the end
Enjoy the music of the great composers and dance when you hear jazz.
Let your long hair down when you’re with friends and be happy.”

“Knock Knock” shouts the person I can become
“Keep dreaming of big and small things
Dream of one day sharing happiness through a flower shop
Dream of having a secret garden of your own
Dream of the song of birds and you will wake up with feathers on your pillow
Dream of teaching and never be afraid of your dreams”

So knock knock to the past
Knock knock to the present
Knock knock to the future
And knock knock to the three part harmony they make

I see

I see said the person
How can you see
when your eyes are covered
when your mind is covered
when you refuse to look.
I am the one who sees
I,see my life
I see the meaning of my words
I see the sun, the moon, and starts
I see where I am
I see
I see because you cannot
never say I see
because you don't really know
what 'I see' implies
I see implies that you see my day-to-day life
that you see my struggles
aswell as my triumphs
that you see me...
that you see me in a place
in a place where I am the same
where I am no more
but I am no less
I see
I thought I didn't
I tried to close my eyes
but then I almost fell
now with my eyes open
I see
I see a you
I see the me
and I see reality

Somebody

a peculiar and unique case
when one belongs to such a race
I am nor this nor that
I wear neither hat
yet I am not nothing
what I am is something
something of my own
but I am not alone
I speak like you
I act like you
I pray like you
but I am not the same
I am the product of a different aim

Silence

Silence

Never and nothing seems enough
after so many quarter rests
even the child’s ballad ended                                                                                                                         
      but is it enough? Is it?
Cannot a quarter rest be a mother’s desperation
        can’t it be the last true cry for help?
Is not silence in a song a plea out of desperation?
A quarter rest
is never and nothing                                                       
                      it is everything and eternity
how we choose to use the rest is up to us.
So never and nothing has to be enough                                                                                                        
   even if it is rough.
            Silence
can be an orchestral piece
to one who cannot hear.

Not really a Goodbye

When the game is over
when the song has been sung
When the sun has shune
When the world seems no fun
Hope
Hope and triumph
The song may be over
but music is forever
the melody still rings
still rings in my head
still tortures my nights
but even the sun must set
and even fish are cought in a net
Life again and again
until it ends
the melody
it goes on and hope
hope is in the shade
hope is in the heart
hope is in moving on.
I said my good-bye
to all that I once knew
to things I didn't dare love
to things I learned to love
to those who made me
who I am now
But good-bye
it's a sad story
It's not easy
and to say good-bye completely
is not what makes us live
I say good-bye now
because good-bye is
it's not just a melody
in my head playing non-stop
it just is
like the flow of a stream
like the wind that tangles my hair
like the sun that tannes my skin
like the beating of a heart
like life its self
it is
and so am I.
Now and forever
I am
and in sad
or bad
I am
as different
as time may make me.
Never still

Ser Poeta é -translation into English of Florbela Espanca's poem

To be a poet is to be taller, it is to be bigger

Than men! Bite as one who kisses!

It is to be a panhandler and to give as if one is

King of the kingdom of the near and far from pain!

It is to have a thousand wishes of splendour

And even know what one wishes!

It is to have here inside a shooting star,

It is to have condor claws and wings!

It is to be hungry, it is to thirst infinity!

To put on a helmet of gold and satin mornings

It is to condense the world in one only cry!

And it is to love you, like this, hopelessly

It is to be spirit and blood and life in me

And to say it singing it to everyone!