And then

"And then, the so called 'though' boy has been brought to tears once again....
As he reads over your lines....your curves...your fingers....your soul....your heart..
As he reaches over to hold you beside him on a lonely night and finds himself surrounded by all kinds of energies...but only one purpose of feeling...The greatest One!

The warm wind in this cold weather can't help but knocking on the door as days goes by, hoping to blow a gentle breeze...hoping to hear a shouting: Hey...I'm here! And I wanna be here...
I even find myself literally whispering 'make believe' words, as waking up in the middle of the night...trying to be convinced that this is nothing but a dream. A bad one. And as soon as I wake up, everything's gonna go away...
But then finding myself once again alone, in this cold, with no one to hold...

Every walk I take, every note I play, every ray of light that blinds me, every bird I hear, every rain, every sun…
Every new plan, every new idea, every new inspiration, every new recording...
every window I open, every deep breath I take...
Every spontaneous smile, or every attempt of smiling...
There she is...the angel of my dreams...dreams I can't really dream in my real life...

The peace inside of me seems unreachable, 'cause it's incomplete.
My focused mind seems out of order, 'cause it's working too much in a way...
My compassed heart beats seems a whole confused percussion set playing at the same time, cause it's been beaten like this...

My letters, my words, my thoughts, my wishes...My music...
They are the ones that, so far, understand me and take care of me...
But All at the same time drift to only one star. Only one angel.
They will always transmit the truth inside, with nothing, ever, to hide.
There's still so much to be said, to be lived, to be done...
And for all I know...they can never be done...


Heryck Almeida Santos
29 de Dezembro, 2011