Message in a bottle

... and I'm still waiting to understand... I don't know why do I keep this locked inside, I used to think you didn't see me, not really. Now I don't know...

And I still keep in my mind those hours, the noise of my heart beating so fast that I was afraid you could hear it. And those minutes at the kitchen table, and that quiet moment of a cigar, a moment full of silence... And when you walked away I was screaming in silence "stay, don't go"... And me, such a fool, imagining you coming back saying you've changed your mind... or just changed feelings... is that possible? And now, all over again, my heart goes wild, but I keep myself together. Can't move, can't speak. Just the sound of your voice and the touch of your skin, the world could fall apart that I wouldn't feel it or see it...

Coisas presas, dentro e fora de mim. Coisas tão entranhadas na pele que eu não as posso negar.

Escrevo-te para não te guardar, para não perder a razão, para me controlar. Escrevo-te e tudo o que escrevo vou um dia atirar ao mar, uma mensagem dentro de uma garrafa, embalada pelas ondas, perdida no horizonte. Sempre com a esperança que um dia te chegue aos pés, numa qualquer parte do mundo. E se o mundo não ta devolver, entrego-te a eu um dia, se for capaz ou se tu me deixares.