A Escultura

Depois de anos esculpindo
De eras se dedicando
O artista fita sua "obra-prima"
E experimentou o desespero

Ele havia dedicado cada dia de sua vida
Cada gota de seu suor
Cada lágrima de seus olhos
Cada sentimento em seu peito
E o que ele havia alcançado?

Uma rocha lascada
Trincada, destruída
Judiada nas mãos de um tolo sem talento
Em nome de amores que ele no final abandonara

Seu martelo e seu formão
Caíram ambos simultaneamente ao chão
Escorregando pelos mesmos dedos que outrora os apertavam firme
Desgastados, inutilizados
Fadados a serem esquecidos

Ele não sabia o que fazer
Não sabia sequer quais escolhas lhe restaram
Não sabia se deveria seguir mais seus sentimentos
Mas no final... Ele decidiu uma coisa.

Ele precisava quebrá-la.

Lucas Rangel Lima

It´s Taste...

As if it were a bitter fruit
Or maybe a cold beer
I take another bite
Another dip of loneliness

Letting the taste spread in my mouth
Like a poison, numbing my senses
I enjoy the emptyness of it all
While watching you from a distance

It´s so strange you know?

You say your life is a sad one
But you don´t look like someone who has suffered
You say your sould is wreched
But you just look like someone realy pitiful 

And yet, I belived you

But as I keep savouring loneliness
Time passes, and so do my strenght
Even the doubts doesn´t seem to matter
Everything vanishes trough this taste

It´s not like I abandoned you

You never sough me to begin with
It was always me who used to keep us together
You never tried to get close to me at all
It was always about you, about your troubles

And yed, I was there for you

At some point, it´s become like air
I breath it and it fills my lungs
Spreads trough my body, trough my blood
Becomes one with me

Fullfiling me with emptyness

It´s not like I forgot you

You will be forever in my memories
As my dear, as my child, as my smile
You will be forever like a thorn
As my nemesis, as my enemy, as my nightmare

And yet, I loved you.
I love you.
And I always will

Lucas Rangel Lima