Lost in Amsterdam

Let's run away. Take my hand and let's run away. Away from all the empty promises. Away from the broken hearts and crying nights. Away from the rules and politics. Away from everything we were told to be. Away from this ruined world. Away from all the lost memories. Let's run away. Night gets colder as we're sitting on the roof top. I wrap my arm around your shoulder. You are my favourite place. People are always so involved in their own problems. They never get to see the bigger picture. People take the simplest things in life for granted. A kiss. A hug. A moment. People die. But how can they die if they never truly lived? Take away that money. Take away those cars. Take away your wealth and all of your expensive clothes. Life is a journey and we are missing it. I look at you. Our eyes meet. I softly press my lips against your forehead. I'm lucky. It's getting late but we are still here. Because in life nothing matters but love. No one matters but you. But

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

Let me be. Be a stranger in my own world. Be a singer in my own silence. A dancer in the pouring rain. A builder in the desert. An unemployed worker. Be the best equation in a dictionary. Be a rebel. Be a lover. Be a poet. Be who I am. Not who I was. Past is an illusion. The future never comes. So let me be. The biggest truth is full of lies. The greatest lie is based on the most misunderstood truth. I can't help. Can't help falling in love with every inch of you. With the craziest of your moods. With the brightest of your smiles. You're not a magician but everything you do is magic. I find my purpose in your love. You influence my actions. My thoughts. My heart. So I write you a letter. And a piece of me is left in this page. So when I'm gone,I can still remind you of my love. Of me. Of us. Maybe I'm a fool. A fool for loving. A fool for caring. But I rather be a fool than being a crazy man. Because crazy is the man that rejects love. I'm a citizen of the

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

Woke up to a strange nostalgic feeling. All of a sudden I miss everything. I miss everything I didn't do. Everyone I didn't meet. The food I didn't try. The countries I didn't visit. I look at the clock but it has stopped. Streets are empty and the sun hasn't raised yet. I try to find a logical explanation for what is happening. It only makes it worse. I have memories I never made. Stories I've never heard of. My head is a mess. My mind, an endless map. Little sweet heart, you were right. You were right when you told me about the time. A man can't stop the clock. But the clock can surely defeat even the most powerful man. I'm not a scientist. Not a religious person. But I do know that it doesn't matter what we're made of. In the end, we are all products of time. I close my eyes. I travel to places I've never been to. Places where I get to be with you. Places where two hearts are enough. I'm sightly in love with the idea of being with

The one who writes shall live forever in the pages of immortality. Words are his blood. Bones are the paper. Pen is his friend. Passion, his secret. A writer finds his comfort in his loneliness. In books you will find his heart. The sun isn't shinning today. Clouds tell me it is going to rain soon. So I stay home. I'm drinking a coffee and suddenly I'm haunted. Haunted by the fear. Fear of the flames. Fear of the truth. Fear of losing you. Human beings always fear their death. Po or man is the one who thinks that there is still enough time to make his stay worthwhile. I send you a message. You tell me you miss me. I tell you I'm coming. What are we if we don't have someone to love? Someone to wake up to. Someone worth suffering for. Someone to stand by us. We are nothing. So I need you. I need us. Please stay. Stay not because I'm nothing but yes because we are everything. Everything a man could ever need. Everything a man could wish for. I need you. Tell