Sometimes I think my body doesn't have a soul anymore.
She is somewhere outside. She left him to be free.
And my body still staying here, getting older on the time watch him passing by.
Sometimes I think my body doesn't have a mind too.
She is somewhere like a soul. But to keep alive the dreams which I already thought, they're gone.
Maybe the problem here is my body. Him is not good enough for them, so they leave him, like people do when they are tired.
Maybe my soul and my mind are tired too, to be there or maybe they are so wild with the need to be free for keeping them alive and healthy.

*by Liliana Farinha

4 AM and here I am
Still awake
Looking for nowhere
My walls are empty
But my mind are fully
Thinkin in what
I don't give a ****.
They are thoughts
And they are enough.
Tonight is cold
And the stars are gold
It makes no sense
What is in my conscience
Body is warm
The clock tic tac
Now it's four and thirty
And I'm thirsty
Not for a drink
But for a dream.
And it still make no sense
What is in my conscience
Or wait,
Maybe I'm not awake.
Now make any sense
This talk with my inconscience.

*by Liliana Farinha

At nightfall, with headphones and head down. I don’t care what others say, why they smile. I don’t care. Let me go hand in hand with my loneliness (which, perhaps, is as big as theirs), so I am as her we are not interested in the slightest air of happiness that  pass we by. Maybe all these joy is even apparent, but until today tiredness prevents me from playing and pretending which I haven’t as they have. There are days when the best we can do is stay in home. And yet there is always something that bothers us…


*by Liliana Farinha