I want to be an astronaut.
Be an astronaut and fly away.
Fly away to the farthest galaxy. Or, if possible, to the closest heart.
I want to find a planet. A planet where the green forests are not being destroyed by people's ambition.
A planet where guns are a taboo. Where peace is taught at schools.
A planet with no countries. Just a nation. Who realized they were one. And not many.
A planet where coexistence is possible. Where every specie has a voice.
I want to be an astronaut. But for now, I'm just one more dreamer in a world of accommodated souls.
In the silence of the night I find your mesmerizing eyes. You tell me about your day. And how tired you are.
I'm drifting into the beautiful melody of your heartbeat. Of your voice.
You lay your head on my chest. And secretly, I thank my lucky star for this moment.
I write. I write all night long. I write so maybe one day my thoughts will be heard.
Words are nothing without a meaning. Time is nothing without a clock.
Love is nothing without someone. Someone to spread it.
How big is the universe we are in. How small is the human being. In their greatness, men will find their doom.
Humbleness. Humbleness to preserve. To protect. To respect. Humbleness shall be the saviour.
The sky is dark and the moon irradiates its light.
In the streets are the least fortunate ones. The ones rejected by whoever is up there.
Hoping that Amsterdam will keep their biggest secrets.

                                              Tiago Sousa

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

I am the story they have never told. I am the white page in their favourite book. I am the silence in their favourite song. The rain in their favourite summer. I am the people they have never met. The places they haven't visit. The signs they haven't read. Looking into the mirror I can see. See everything I've ever dreamed of. I see the scientist. The writer. The explorer. I see the adventures I never went on. I see my home. I see myself. I see the mornings by the beach. The dinners under the moonlight. The wine in every meal. The football in every afternoon. I see a Portuguese. Leaving his country. Abandoning his childhood with the promise of a better life. I see the politicians telling us to emigrate before it is too late. I see families being destroyed by other people's greed. I see myself. I'm looking at a picture of you. And it brings me the most joyful memories. It brings me the romance. It brings me your fingertips. Your kissable lips. It brings me the mom
Read more
Rain fell on the roof top. Fell to remind me that I’m a still a child. I’m a child whose body has grown. Once upon a time I was told to grow old. But once upon a time, I chose to remain young. Rain fell on the roof top. Fell to remind me that I’m still a child. A child with a pen. In a war that cannot be won. They want to buy a piece of my youth. Because they have sold theirs. Little sweet heart, we are more. More than the golden oceans they swim in. We are the nature within the forest. The roots, the air, the sun. Vanity will slowly kill my brothers and sisters. So, my words go to the ones who were not born yet. Hoping that Humanity will understand. Understand that, it was never about creating a better world to the children, but always about creating better children to this little world we live in.                                                                                                                                          Tiago Sousa
Read more