Gabriel

I started the match, so i should run this road in my extreme velocity.
I'll run as fast as i can.
But when someone comes my way i stop.
Not for long.
As always.
I want to win this match.
I won't distract with the fox.
My time is limited.
Without limits i accelerate.
I wish i could guess the end.
i run mile after mile with so much attemption.
There are no hole that can stop me.
Then I close my eyes and i feel the wind in my face.
I'm so fast that i can't breathe.
I feel free.
I don't remember a thing.
I stoped thinking.
I'm alucinating.
Caring this wings, i fly.
Then i felt weird.
I'm not happy anymore.
I hear some voices.
No.
It's just one voice.
Someone saying:
"Wake up!"
"Please, wake up!"
I opened my eyes.
It's so much light.
The sun is hurting my blue eyes.
Everything's red and white and red and white.
It hurts.
My body hurts.
This man is telling me:
"I'm upset."
And I'm asking "why"?
"-You disappointed me."
"-Did I? Why's that?"
"-I only tell you this, you left behind so much love. You're too early. Your life has no meaning now."
"-What are you saying? Am I in heaven?"
"-You're worst mistake was your distraction. You're not in heaven. You don't deserve heaven. Who do you think you are? After what you did? People don't get second chances."
"-So am I dead?"
"-No. You're just nervous. I just confused you. Do you think your life is a mess? Now you are confused. You thought you're in hell. I made this conversation just for you. I made you think that. You deserved that. Suicide? What were you thinking? Dying? You are better than that. You should overcoming obstacles. You are searching in wrong places. Your mind is playing tricks with you. Don't fall. Arrive! Life is short, don't waste it."
"-But, who are you?"
"-A special friend."
"-Do you have a name?"
He smiled and started to walk and i watched in silence.
He had white and long hair.
He dressed in black.
Blue eyes.
He was young.
A nice looking guy.
And then I closed my eyes i felt a hand in my head and my wounds were healed.
I suddenly felt better.
And I looked at the palm of my hand and i got tattoed a name, not mine, maybe his name, the man who saved me: Gabriel...

Mágoa

Às vezes só me apetece tar num sítio escuro.
Encostar-me.
Apoiar a cabeça na mão de alguém.
Mas não existe essa pessoa.
Apoio a cabeça então na almofada.
E durmo.
Quando durmo esqueço.
Por vezes o tiro sai-me pela culatra.
E sonho.
Sonho com o que não quero.
Acordo mais assustado.
Nunca tive uma última dança.
Não me deste a última dança.
Eu também não a queria dançar.
Tive um último beijo.
Foi o melhor beijo.
Tu sorriste-me.
Hoje, após tanto tempo, só me lembro do teu sorriso.
Um sorriso angelical.
O sorriso que esperei tanto tempo para conseguir obter.
Queria que fosse sincero.
E finalmente foi.
Finalmente.
Fim.
Foi o fim.
O fim que deu início à tristeza.
A tristeza que deu início à minha loucura.
Sinto-me um louco.
Sinto-me perdido.
Quando penso que está tudo bem.
Lá venho eu por aí a baixo.
Não sou lutador.
Nunca lutei por ti.
Nunca lutei por ninguém.
Nunca lutei por nada.
Sinto-me um falhado.
Tudo voltou ao mesmo.
Tentei mudar.
Julguei que tinha conseguido.
E voltei ao mesmo.
Quero ver-te.
E sei que é melhor não.
O único pedido que nunca te fiz será a minha solução.
Concedes-me uma última dança no silêncio da noite e sem ninguém a olhar?