Ser amado? ...
Quantas vezes acreditei ser amado por
alguém
E me descobri sem amor?
Amar? ...
Quantas vezes acreditei estar amando
E me descobri equivocado?
Equívoco!
Equívoco é tudo que vivo, é o que sou.
Sou um equívoco quando amo,
Vivo um equívoco quando acredito ser
amado,
E me equivoco quando acredito no amor.
Quantos equívocos,
Quantas desilusões,
Quantas lágrimas,
Quantas decepções.
Ser amado? ...
Por quem, se o amor é um equívoco?
São tantos equívocos que não me
equivocar
Causa-me frustrações.
Quantas vezes deixei de acreditar no
amor
Por temer estar equivocado?
Sem equívoco, e com medo de me equivocar
Outra vez, durmo nos braços gelados da
Solidão.
Mauro Lucio, Brasília, Janeiro de 2014.
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Feelings
Being loved? ...
How many times did I believe I was loved by someone
And I found myself without love?
To love? ...
How many times did I believe I was in love
And I found myself mistaken?
Mistake!
Mistake is everything I live, it is what I am.
I am a mistake when I love,
I live a mistake when I believe I am loved,
And I am mistaken when I believe in love.
How many mistakes,
How many disappointments,
How many tears,
How many disappointments.
Being loved? ...
By whom, if love is a mistake?
There are so many mistakes that not making a mistake
It causes me frustrations.
How many times have I stopped believing in love
For fearing I might be wrong?
Without mistake, and afraid of being wrong
Once again, I sleep in the icy arms of
Loneliness.
How many times did I believe I was loved by someone
And I found myself without love?
To love? ...
How many times did I believe I was in love
And I found myself mistaken?
Mistake!
Mistake is everything I live, it is what I am.
I am a mistake when I love,
I live a mistake when I believe I am loved,
And I am mistaken when I believe in love.
How many mistakes,
How many disappointments,
How many tears,
How many disappointments.
Being loved? ...
By whom, if love is a mistake?
There are so many mistakes that not making a mistake
It causes me frustrations.
How many times have I stopped believing in love
For fearing I might be wrong?
Without mistake, and afraid of being wrong
Once again, I sleep in the icy arms of
Loneliness.
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