Original in Portuguese: “Furacão x Paixão”
Written in August 8th, 2004
Before a relationship we are in a really comfortable position.
We are quiet, without fear, without thoughts which takes our mind away.
We are definitely calm!
But something suddenly starts to make us lose ground.
A huge force, a phenomenon, there is no way out, we must face it.
The wind is coming….
Stronger and stronger each second….
The closer more problems come up…
Cows, cars, even houses fly due to the wind’s strength!
A couple of things come in our direction and hit out at us, taking us out of our world.
Other things pass by so close, but so close, that the fear freezes us.. Letting us with no reaction.
And the wind is stronger and stronger…
Either we go away right now, or we will be pulled….
We won’t be strong enough to escape from the wind…
We are in its most external board…
Almost in its stronger area…
Each second we are deeper into the hurracaine…
It is so strong, that makes us lose our ground completely…
We can do nothing against it…
It took out our only support: the ground…
We are flying!!!
What a wonderful feeling…
The hurricane is pulling us to the center…
There is no way to escape…
We are not able to see outside anymore…
The visibility has been seriously affected by the dust…
But suddenly…
We fall down easily…
We entered in a calm region!…
Something beautiful…
A huge column of dust from the floor until the heaven…
We see the world in a different way…
It is distorted…
The hurricane brought us to the dark, we see nothing, but what the dust allows us…
“We passed the eye and entered in the soul….”
What a grateful feeling….
A smooth breeze hits our face lovely…
We feel ourselves on the clouds….
In a totally different world….
And we start to walk calmly in the search of something new…
We see a beautiful house, heart shaped…
We walk to reach it…
We celebrate everything that surround us…
What a gorgeous feeling…
What a breeze…
Really pleasant…
But suddenly…
The wind starts to get stronger and stronger…
And we noticed that the calm time is now over…
We were walking too slow…
We reach again the most stronger area…
After the turmoil, we fell…
And we notice that we came back to our world…
It is a strange place, tough.
The hurricane brought us back to an unknown place…
A new place….
We see a tree… It is written, drawn a heart with our name and of an ex-girlfriend from childhood…
It is the same tree we had before, it is the same space….
But… Where is the house?
The hurricane took it out…
It changed the place I was used to live…
The wind is still strong, tough.
Pulling us back to the center…
But this time we know what there is on its inside…
We know it is really good… But we are somekind hurt…
The dust has hit our body and each time that this happened, our body was deeply cut…
We are in pain, bleeding and hoping to be ok soon.
So we run in the opposite direction…
We are able to reach a place where there is no wind.
However we still cannot go back to our space, where our home was.
The space is still under the wind…
So we wait,…
And while we wait, we heal ourselves of the pain…
As soon as we are healed, we notice we can go back to our place.
Nothing will hit us anymore until another hurricane comes….
But until there,… We can rebuild our home, our life….
And we hope the next hurricane lets our house intact…
‘Cause if it won’t fly/walk on the same speed, on the same frequency, we do, we could come back without pain to the place we came from….
We look back and we see the hurricane going away….
Maybe it comes back… We missed it…
The scars are already closed….
But they have let some marks…
Actually, they did improve our way of being…
They still scratch,… They have just closed…
But even tough we don’t know if we want that hurricane closer…
It took our house once,… Where is the guarantee, that it would not take it again…?
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The text was written using first person (plural)…
I actually didnt intend to write like that…