I got nothing to lose. Run away? or be an runaway? My choise is run, by the way. And don't tell me to stay, oh, yeah, you never would say that. I know you don't love me, you never loved.
My heart beats for live, hit by an impossible love, rather, by an unattainable love. My legs run to keep me alive. And you get away from me, more anda more. I can run to hell, but one thing I'm sure, I'll never forget you.
You were always so far and so close at the same time.
I realized that there is a great similarity and a big difference between YOU and BREATH, you are just as important as breathing, on the other hand, I rarely think about breathing.
So.. I can run, I can get away, I can hide my self, I can disappear, I can try don't think in you. I can try... and try.. and try again.. and the final result is always the same.
"As an unperfect actor on the stage
Who with his fear is put besides his part,
Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage,
Whose strength's abundance weakens his own heart.
So I, for fear of trust, forget to say
The perfect ceremony of love's rite,
And in mine own love's strength seem to decay,
O'ercharged with burden of mine own love's might.
O, let my books be then the eloquence
And dumb presagers of my speaking breast,
Who plead for love and look for recompense
More than that tongue that more hath more express'd.
O, learn to read what silent love hath writ:
To hear with eyes belongs to love's fine wit."
"Como no palco o actor que é imperfeito
Faz mal o seu papel só por temor,
Ou quem, por ter repleto de ódio o peito
Vê o coração quebrar-se num tremor,
Em mim, por timidez, fica omitido
O rito mais solene da paixão;
E o meu amor eu vejo enfraquecido,
Vergado pela própria dimensão.
Seja meu livro então minha eloquência,
Arauto mudo do que diz meu peito,
Que implora amor e busca recompensa
Mais que a língua que mais o tenha feito.
Saiba ler o que escreve o amor calado:
Ouvir com os olhos é do amor o fado."
