Tuesday, March 7

A Letter

(originally posted here, on March 5, 2005. Translated by Dekka.)

In fulfillment of an official UNofficial judicial decision, Kaká informs:

Well, this is my first of several posts. Hard work to start a new blog; and besides the expected difficulty, I keep on remembering what Dekka says, which is this is like home. Since this is our new home, I've decided to start furnishing it with something that happened today.

During Carnival I went out with this guy I met on the internet, and with whom I've talked for a long time. Despite several months of chatting, we had never crossed the virtual barrier, but this Carnival we met. Details aside today is his birthday. And I've decided to write him an email, with some of my thoughts regarding him.

And here it goes:

"We've already talked on MSN today, and I've already said happy birthday to you, but I wanted to write you a little bit more, for birthdays are always special events. The other day you said you don't like to celebrate it. Who knows… maybe you will change your mind and we can celebrate it together, how about that? Even so, I'm here so say some things.

I guess you know how much I like music, so I chose one that tells how I feel to send to you. I've added some comments (as if the lyrics themselves weren't enough…lol). My comments are in parenthesis!!!

And here it is:

Half (Oswaldo Montenegro)


May the strength of this fear I have
Not prevent me from seeing what I yearn

(may the fear you have, past events, unsolved loves, not prevent you from leaving, being happy; in the end, only memories remain)

May the death of everything I believe in
Not shut my ears nor my mouth
For half of me is what I scream
But the other half is silence.

(even if all the things you believe in have gone wrong, I wish you don't be quiet, don't get paralyzed, don't hide in your own shell)

May the music I hear far away
Be beautiful even though sadness
May the woman I love be forever loved
Even though distant
For half of me is departure
And the other half is saudade

(unfortunately nothing lasts forever, love is not always enough to sustain a relationship. This does not prevent this person from being always loved, even from far away. Now it's up to you to fill this empty room in your heart, and stop living lies. Sometimes we have to leave and feel saudade, so that you can live a new love)

May the words I say
Not be heard as a prayer nor repeated with fervor
Just respected as the only thing
That is left to a man flooded with sentiment
For half of me is what I hear
But the other half is what I don't say

May this will to leave of mine
Become the calmness and peace I deserve
May this tension which corrodes me inside
Be one day rewarded
For half of me is what I think
And the other half a volcano

(you are a person who not always shows what you really feel or think. You maintain an image which for some reason might be good for you. I believe that if you let it happen, you will be able to find someone you can trust, open yourself and love)

May the fear from loneliness stay away
May living with me become at least bearable
May the mirror reflect a beautiful smile on my face
Which I recall from childhood
For half of me is the memory of what I've been
And the other half I don't know

May it not be necessary more than simple happiness
To calm down my spirit
And may your silence speak to me more and more
For half of me is shelter
But the other half is tiredness

May art point us an answer
Even though it doesn't know
And may nobody try to complicate it
Because simplicity is necessary to make it blossom
For half of me is audience
And the other half is the song

And may my insanity be forgiven
Because half of me is love
And so is the other half.

(love whenever you can, and the most intensely you can, because in the end this is what matters in life)


I wish you all happiness with all my heart.
When we meet on MSN, we will talk more.

Lots of kisses"


Now I expect my blog folks to come here, and give their opinions on this topic. These lyrics are awesome. There's a lot to be said.

Real unreal kisses,
Kaká