My heart beats strong in my chest
Like it wants to rip my body
And fly away towards the infinity…
The soul, deeply hurt,
Yearns for a refuge in the highnesses
On the top of a mountain
Where the wind spread a scream.
The heart hurts…
The sould roars…
The anger destroys…
But the love raise up.
Where there was a hurt in the heart
There is a flower blooming
Without asking any permission…
It doesn’t matter how strong is the pain
Or even the delusion,
The tenderness still remember your presence
What do I do with the fool and blind passion?
Everybody knows you can not change a person!
Clara Maria Cristina Borges de Medeiros
Niterói, September 8th, 2003.
Translated to english in March 2nd, 2011.