... lacrimae sanguis animae sunt ...
14 May 2008
What would you have done?
And you hear the deep scream of the frightened ones
Over here, bullets cross the dark cold sky
And you see, this day's not longer than that fight
Every day you and thousands have to face
Bravely a sorrowful path up to disgrace
Yesterday I remebered someone's said
We'd shortly be in the end of this path
Have you ever wondered what would you do
If you had the power to break through
All the stones that force you back
Have you ever wondered what would you've done
If all your hopes had not gone
Maybe you could make this world fair
And we'd have followed you
Till the end of the world
We'd have died for you
If you'd have showed us some hope
Just some wish to go on
We'd have gone, rushed headlong
With you, for you
With you, for you
Renan C. Ferreira, 14/05/2008.
13 May 2008
Am I able to this?
04 May 2008
How I wish people could understand my personality, and accept that I value my freedom very much on the verge of not exchanging it for many good things, experiences or even people. Nevertheless, I wish they could comprehend that, as a human being, I sometimes need something or someone else as well, and I do believe we need someone to complete us, though I've never ever been even far from mine.
How I wish I was more sensible and closer to my one's feelings, so that I could seem more reliable and able to help them more, and show them there is something more which makes me feel like helping. I wish I was able to show them that belief is not just a case of believing in something, but living the belief and, in my case, living the love.
However, I really know that many of the things I desire are impossible, and many others just depend on me. Many people go to the church, get on their knees and ask for everything they want, not even perceiving all they already have. Other people don't need to go to the church, and do that at home, or ask themselves, or make plans, or promise themselves to do something.
In fact, I'm just writing all these words as a short unburdening, which could easily be done to a priest, as I've ever done plenty of times. It's very much like a confession. My today's one.
Renan Ferreira, 05/2008.