First Rose of Winter

quinta-feira, 17 de outubro de 2013

Morning

Early morning

Still a starry night

Stars still shinning

Ever so bright

On the horizon

Nothing but faded yellow green light

Early mornings

Late goodnights

Songs of worry

Songs of might

Early mornings

Starry lights

Pacing, pacing to a melody

Pacing, pacing to a rhythm that is free

Listening to every step

One step closer to the sound of my soul.

Much worry little sleep

Not enough silence to count sheep

Steps and steps and more steps again

Just to be at square one once again

Rhythms of cities, of busy streets

Only silence in musical sheets

Pacing once more

Steps on every kind of floor

Starry morning

In my sight

Starry morning

Wish it was night.

First-Rose-of-Winter Gouveia

October 10^th 2013

Portugal

domingo, 29 de setembro de 2013

I've been thinking a lot. Remembering where I have come from. What I have done. Things that I have loved. I am feeling nostalgic. I can't help but think about Vancouver. About elementary school, highschool and my old house. Many nights are spent in those places. Inevitably I can't espace it. I can't totally let go of the past.

It's been three years since I was back.

I suppose in some ways I have started to creat an idealized vision of what it is. Sometimes I feel there is something within me calling me back. I guess it may just be closure. I had a relationship with my country. It wasn't always good. I'm in a better relationship with my other country. Deep down I still wonder what if?

What if I had stayed? But I know I wouldn't be happier. I would have ended up sad and possibly married to the first fool to cross my path. Perhaps a kind fool but I can't imagine myself feeling fullfilled in such a small life in such a big country. I guess that is the thing with big countries: they make you feel smaller and alone.

You have to go towards your dreams and not give up without trying. When you do get your dream you have to start dreaming again.

I dream.

I can't say I dream big although it's big for me to dream of things I never really wanted.

In some part dreams can come and go. Some things are like the tide....

People change. I have since I came to live here and in the past year I have changed a lot. I'm not as scared as I once was.

domingo, 2 de dezembro de 2012

the hills , the hills

jonny bad boy

quinta-feira, 29 de novembro de 2012

Chamem-me Amor

Há palavras que nos beijam e há palavras que são escritas porque fomos beijados.

Talvez a palavra e o beijo são verdadeiramente a mesma coisa.
Uma expressão exterior de uma coisa interior.

Chamem-me Amor

O teu beijo quente os teus lábios entusiasmados e ávidos desejosos sempre de mais. A tua respiração em sincronia com a minha as tuas mãos na minha cara no meu pescoço

O meu desejo cúmplice do teu O meu coração pronto a te acolher O meu abraço, o teu abraço uma união de um só ser. A vontade, o desejo de algo honesto e bom.

Juntos cheiros perdidos realização de desejos escondidos . Bocas juntas descobrindo ,alma e corpo, uma só melodia.

Vontade de ser vontade de amar vontade de prazer unes num só momento de esplendor e de alegria. Duas almas dando e recebendo.

E a tua mão perto do meu coração, como se fosse lá, lá o teu lugar, lá no meu peito, para lá ficar junto de mim do nosso coração partilhado.

Cara contra cara, para sentir a tua cara. A minha cara é a tua e a tua é a minha.
Vontade de um sempre, forçada aceitação de um nunca, mas cara a cara, lábio sobre lábio, sinto o teu beijo o teu beijo quente o teu desejo quente, o prazer na tua alma o desejo de mais e mais o teu carrinho constante e o teu beijo sempre deliciante.

domingo, 18 de novembro de 2012

randomly friends and friends

Okay so it’s been a month since I started dating. Great. Yes but one little thing. I feel as if I have isolated myself from my friends. As much as I may have affection for my boy-friend I don’t want to compromise my other relationships namely those I have with my friends. It’s as if they don’t need me anymore, as if I don’t need them. I do need them. If it weren’t for the friends I have made I would seriously be in a very deep depression.

I need my friends.

I need balance.

I need the support of my friends as well as that of my boy-friend. No one thing is more important than the other.

In fact I think that how couple’s act when exposed to their friends and family actually helps define the couple’s identity as well as the individual identity of both members.

So here’s to my sisters or rather more commonly known as my friends and princesses. :)

I love you :)