All I can see is your beauty.
Longing for your embrace which I had sworn I would never do.
I am falling...into you and out of me. I abhor you.
This is mentally exhausting.
"Dizem que finjo ou minto Tudo que escrevo. Não. Eu simplesmente sinto Com a imaginação. Não uso o coração. Por isso escrevo em meio Do que não está de pé, Livre do meu enleio, Sério do que não é. Sentir? Sinta quem lê!" Fernando Pessoa
On a wooden bridge under my feet, I'm looking straight at you.
In a horse stance dodging your icy sharpened knives with my ring of fire knowing
that some will make it through.
A thought occurs to me of what it would be like to be pierced by those knives:
I would transform myself into a being with feathers and fly away or into a being with scales and
slide into the underworld?
There's no magic left but for the ring of fire!
Standing still I am ready to fight.
oss