May the strenght of this fear that I feel can not impede me to see what I wish.
May the death of everything that I believe can’t cover my ears and my mouth.
‘Cuz half of me is what I yell and the other half is silence.
May the song that I listen far from here can be beautiful regardless of its sadness.
May the woman that I love be loved forever, even if she is distant.
‘Cuz half of me is farewell and the other half is longing.
May the words that I speak won’t be listened as a prayer or repeated with fervor, just respected as the only thing left to a man flooded with feelings.
‘Cuz half of me is what I listen to, but the other half is what I silence.
May this my desire to leave converts itself into the calmness and the peace that I deserve… and may this tension that erodes me inside, can be someday rewarded.
May the mirror can reflect in my face a sweet smile that I remeber to have given in my childhood.
‘Cuz half of me is a remembrance of what I was and the other half… I don’t know.
May won’t be necessary more than just a simple joy to quiet my spirit.
May your silence can tell me more and more…
‘Cuz half of me is a refuge but the other half is tiredness.
May the art can show us an answer even if it doesn’t know how, and may nobody tries to complicate it because simplicity is needed to make it flourish.
‘Cuz half of me is audience and the other half is song.
And may be my madness forgiven ‘cuz half of me is love and the other half… too.
— Oswaldo Montegro