Sentada, sozinha, sem espanto.
Continuo, na vida, meu pranto.
Do destino não fujo, sem engano.
Fujo assim, daquilo que fui, meu dano.
A verdade revela-se na esquina.
Aqui, outra vez, sozinha.
Faz parte, do que sou, desengano.
Desmintam agora, a verdade.
Aqui, me sento, na Saudade.
Linhas tortas, escrevo a história.
Perdida em mim, meu Oceano.
Nado, sozinha, flutuando.
Percebi assim,
Que os erros fazem de mim,
Quem eu sou, e que sem eles:
Não estaria aqui.
Enfim.
I tried to understand the concept
But it wasn't very clear
What is this human construct
That we follow so blindly.
I try to ask the animals
To see if they could know
But they looked so free
No time in their flow.
Animals don't have time
They have the present moment
For them it's enough
And they just feel as content.
Then I watched a clock
And thought "what is this?"
Who invented it and why
If we already exist.
I don't have the answers
But I would like to feel
Why does time exist
When nothing seems real.
Then I counted hours
To see if I could undertand
Why is time so hard on us
When we just want to stand.
Time is fictional
Just exists in our head
Because before it existed
All was simple instead.
I asked the universe
If he knew anything about it
He said that in a circle
There's no measure for reality.
Mysterious ways
To follow time to time
But time is not real
It's made by the human mind.
The hours pass and pass
And time does not exist
Just ignore the past
An idea that persist.
And then time asked
"Why did you created me"
Like some alien technology
That should no longer be.
I don't want to count
All the days of a year
Because for me, time
Is a pure state of fear.
Of a time that never came
And a time that never was
Recreating all the memories
That should not make a fuss.
I wished I could forget
And pass time in vain
Because if there's no time
There could also be no pain.
Let go of these chains
And come with me, be free,
Time is just a reflection
Of what ceases to be.
From time to time
I think of this
But what is time
If we don't exist?
I keep thinking
All the thing in my head
That should I free myself
But I'm stuck instead.
Of all that I am
And all I need to do
Like a timeline of my life
I don't know the future to.
Why keep this goals in mind
Of a tight schedule of being
When the present is the true
And purest form of living.
I keep counting dates
As if they have some meaning
But if there was no time
I wouldn't have this feeling.
Humans made numbers
So I keep counting,
Hoping one day they become
A reason for smiling.
Forever on my mind
Everything stands still
Passing the strands of time
I know that I will.
Toda a minha vida me senti congestionada a viver dentro do quadrado que me designaram.
Ter de obedecer a decisões e regras que não eram tomadas por mim.
Senti-me presa a padrões de autoridade que me eram impostos por obrigação.
Ter que cumprir as Leis que eles achavam que eram justas, mas não para aqueles que as têm de acatar.
Conformada com o meu sexo, o meu país e a religião que nele se pratica.
Fechada nas minhas ideias do que é certo e errado, sem ter direito a liberdade de expressão.
Não as poder contestar sem ser marcada como desobediente, revoltada e egoísta.
Eu só quero ser eu, não quero um rótulo ou um guião de vida copiado por todos e assumido como verdade.
Se calhar é por isto tudo e muito mais que hoje tenho claustrofobia:
Medo de estar presa;
No tempo
No espaço
Em mim.
