NYC, July 16 1997

CARRING MOON BEANS

I have a friend.
She came from a distant place,
looking for solace, for comfort.
It caught me a little bit off
guard at first, but a certain
special bond was created.

Things developed very quickly,
even thoug we had known each other
for years.
Memories were nourished,
Thoughs were shared.

Her sweetness, her innocence
stunned me to my bones and
left me wishing for another day,
another dialogue, another walk in the park.

New York is very hot theses days.
Sweltering summer nights with cloudless skies.
We spoke by the air condicionair
spent hours sitting on the living room carpet playing old songs.

I felt good, comfort.
Maybe she gave me more comfort
with her docile manners and hopeful views of the world
than I gave her with my tired words, weary beliefs
and imperfections.

She is going home now.
Home is far for her.
But she will be missed and I want
her to know that.

Maybe she can keep a word or two
of what we discussed,
sift through the rational solutions
I sometimes provide
with my irrational instincs.

Maybe she will start a new dream.
Maybe she will belive in people
more than I do.
Maybe she will remind herself of the good things
she still have to live.

I just hope she will be alright.
I hope she keeps a smile.
I hope she can "swing on a star, carry moon beans home in a jar".

Writer: J.P. Vicente
(http://www.rivertrout.com)

Este foi o melhor presente que eu ganhei em toda a minha vida. E sinceramente, estas palavras mudaram a minha vida, influenciaram em quem eu sou hoje e que, ao mesmo tempo, são perfeitas para descrever quem eu fui um dia. Neste dia. A única coisa que eu tenho a dizer, se por um acaso da vida, este escritor passar por aqui é "Thank you very much. You rock".