The Crest of Snow and Copper – Ending

** Warning *** Mature content ahead *** My “sort of” erotic piece ***
I’ll be posting this short story in a few installments, weekly. Would love to have your feedback on it, pretty please?
The Ending:

– It’s not what you think… I’m sorry! – He started explaining, while her anger built up slowly to a desire to beat him up. – I really don’t know how to explain this any better than saying that that marking is something that I bestow upon beings extremely rarely. It means something more than ‘I’ve been here’. It means you belong to me. But it also means I belong to you.

She was dumb shocked. Had he just said that she belonged to him? More, had he just said he belonged to her? Something seemed extremely impossible to her in all this, now. When was she going to wake up, for this could only be another dream?

– You did something to me… marked me, to show I belong to you and you belong to me? – The girl asked, confused. – But most people aren’t able to see that marking? So what’s the point? And what do you mean with belonging?

– The mark, my seal, my crest, if you wish to call it like that. It may not be visible to the majority, but even though they don’t see it, they will know you have someone. – He started explaining, with a soft smile on those rosy ‘just-the-perfect-amount-of-thick’ lips. – You did something to me, you know? You awakened something in me I had no idea I had. You saw in me things, a person, not even I had seen. You have marked me long before I marked you. And that marking you gave me is just as invisible as your own.

She was speechless. All that was like him saying he loved her, actually. Maybe even more than that. The girl could only smile, understanding his actions. She could only hold him tight as she kissed him. She could only try to hold back those tears of joy that ran down her cheeks into his face. She had never felt like this. She had never been felt like this.

Resting again on his chest, the girl curled with the boy, both slipping slowly into the land of dreams. Though no dream could ever compare to how they felt in each other’s arms.

Balada de um Coração Só

“Um guerreiro da Luz faz sempre algo fora do comum.
Pode dançar na rua enquanto caminha para o trabalho, olhar nos olhos um desconhecido e falar de amor à primeira vista, defender uma ideia que pode parecer ridícula. O guerreiro da Luz permite-se tais dias.
Ele não tem medo de chorar mágoas antigas ou alegrar-se com novas descobertas. Quando sente que chegou a hora, larga tudo e parte para a sua aventura tão sonhada. Quando entende que está no limite da sua resistência, sai do combate, sem se culpar por ter feito uma ou duas loucuras inesperadas.
Um guerreiro não passa os seus dias tentando representar o papel que os outros escolheram para ele.”

– Paulo Coelho, Manual do Guerreiro da Luz

Permitirmo-nos sentir tudo o que é possível a um humanos sentir; chorar de dor, rir de êxtase, dançar de alegria; cria contentamento e uma sensação de estar completo na alma.
O medo do ridículo nunca deveria impedir-nos de fazer o que o coração nos pede, assim como o medo de sofrer nunca nos deveria impedir de arriscar. A felicidade espreita em cada esquina, basta apenas aceitar tudo o que ela acarreta.

Meu amor

Hoje vi-te.
O sol ganhou calor
a tristeza virou cor
e a minh’alma sorriu.
Meu coração correu
descompassado bateu
meu amor, meu amor.
Hoje vi-te.
As lágrimas fizeram sentido
as saudades ficaram comigo
a esperança cá dentro gritou.
Meus lábios quiseram beijar-te
meus braços, envolver-te
meu amor, meu amor.
Hoje vi-te.
O teu rosto de poema
as tuas mãos postas em cena
o sorriso sedutor.
Meu corpo tremia
minha boca dizia
meu amor, meu amor.
Hoje vi-te.
Foi como um renascer
da tua ausência doer
da perda e da mágoa sem fim.
Quis correr e agarrar-te
quis a viva voz chamar-te
meu amor. Meu amor!

To thy muted heart

To feel… feeling nothing is so much better than the horrible way we feel sometimes. That’s why we choose what’s safe – what is guaranteed not to make us hurt or suffer. We take the easy way out and refuse to take a leap of fatih into our own right to happiness. Cowards we are for the sake of our own hearts, for the pain of a broken heart is like none other.
Why? Why not try, risk, take that extra step? Why not be truly brave and keep ahead even though the feelings scare us and the uncertainties of all drive us into trembling hesitation? Why not be scared for a while and know real bliss and sincere affection instead of keeping on feeling as something’s missing (sorry John Mayer,lol), nurturing a loneliness we are not even aware for most of the time? Why not try, instead of hiding behing the “should be’s”?
Why not honour the ones who deserve it the most – our own selves? Everytime we fail to follow our hearts and give happiness the chance it’s trying to give us… we dishonour our very core as humans, we shame our souls, we kill the good there is in hope. Let’s just take the step and give ourselves the chance we truly deserve.
Go for it!
(originally written on February 7th, 2012 – still important today!)


This really hit me in the chin. Amén!

I have seen others get by-and do well-with strong convictions and a limited perspective.  (Un?)fortunately for me, I was unable to do so, and had my eyes forcibly and painfully opened to some of th…

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Actualização de Segunda | Monday Update

Este fim-de-semana foi recheado de coisas boas, mais que o habitual 🙂

Faço parte de um grupo coral, cujo repertório se foca maioritariamente em música moderna/ contemporânea – e no sábado passado foi a nossa estreia em palco! Começámos ensaios há 1 ano e finalmente viemos mostrar o que temos andado a fazer.

Foi mágico para quem esteve no palco, um momento pleno de emoções e boa vibe. Espero que também tenha sido para quem assistiu – pelo menos as palmas assim o fizeram pensar!

Espreitem aqui:

Oasis V

This weekend was filled with good stuff, more than usual 🙂

I am part of a choral group, that mostly sings modern music – and last Saturday was our stage debut! We started reharsals a year ago and we finally got to show what we have been doing.

It was magical for those that were on stage, a moment full of emotion and good vibe. I dio hope that those watching felt that way too – at least the applause at the end left us thinking so.

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The Crest of Snow and Copper – II

*** Warning *** Mature content ahead *** My “sort of” erotic piece ***
I’ll be posting this short story in a few installments, weekly. Woukd love to have your feedback on it, pretty please?
Part 2:

As she got home, all was quiet. Her mother and step-father were asleep for quite a while now and her little dog didn’t even bark. They probably didn’t even expect her to sleep at home, as she had made it a habit of going on spontaneous sleepovers at her friends’ houses.

The girl, in her early 20’s, slipped into her pajamas lazily. Returning from her nightly trip to the bathroom, she crawled into bed, taking the time to once again run her fingers through her smooth, straightened out and recently ginger colored hair. She was very pleased with the outcome of her recent trip to the hair salon.

Allowing the soft pillow to cradle her head as she curled and turned around to sleep, her lips curled into a small sad smile. Thoughts of loneliness crossed her mind as she lulled herself to sleep, quite aware of the void beside her in her bed. She usually had a stuffed animal lying there, but it was gone, in need of a wash. Slowly slipping into the arms of Morpheus, she rolled over and realized how cold the unoccupied space was. Shunning the thought aside with a yawn, the young woman fell finally asleep.

Ça? C’est comme il faut.

Comme le jour
qui vient doucement
la vie est un cours
aussi un évènement.

Comme la nuit
qui cache la magie
la vie est un oui
et un non aussi.

Comme un copain
qui te fait rigoler
la vie est un demain
un désir de rêver.

Comme un père
qui aime son enfant
la vie est une mère
de coeur puissant.