Letter

If I ever write a letter to you it will be short.
Emotionless. I don't like emotions of any sort.
It won't be about love, either lost or found,
Nor about how the world revolves faster when you are around.
It won't make you happy or sad.
I am not writing a love story either, they always end bad.

No memory of what I wrote or who I am you will hold.
It won't leave you warm inside, neither it will leave you dead cold.
With "Dear", written above.
A letter that will not end in "Love".

It will have no ending whatsoever.
If I ever write a letter to you it will be short... but I will make it last forever.

Tomás Roda

 

Conquest

Life is not a learning process. It's a continuous acknowledgement of what we are, but we don't know yet. Words are cheap, and they are useless. They can't conquer anything or anyone. Never live to conquer as what's easily conquered is also easily lost. Remove "possession" from your distorted idea of "love" as there is no love in having. Happiness will come with the unselfish appreciation of freedom. Love is in being, leave the castles to be conquered.

Tomás Roda

Liberdade

Inspira: é certo que o Sol nascerá cedo e se porá tardio. Expira: o Inverno será sempre mais frio que o Verão. Respira: não existem ramificações neste rio.

Sem liberdade em respirar, apenas são livres as escolhas feitas entre cada respiração.

Tomás Roda

Light

I'm guided by the light of being. I am not myself when I write. Like a string-puppet I just let myself go. Words are written, things are left to be said. But what is worth writing and what is worth silenced? What is worth silenced is more than worth writing. But I don't control the pen. Neither do I control the pain. Or even the joy I try to tame.

Writing is not fake. It's not real either. I don't want to be myself when I am writing, while I'm guided by the light of being.

Tomás Roda

Vacation

I wouldn't live without time off. A vacation of the mind. Vacating the mind. Listening to the wind blow, the water sailing across the horizon, as if time had stopped. A second turns into a water drop and water drops are countless. They are timeless while they set the pace. They are a living clock. I wouldn't live without time off. Everything is empty and the water timelessly falls.

Tomás Roda

A Message

A message to the meticulous minds of men that merge with the meaningless and most mundane myriad of misappropriated maneuvers of much machiavellic mankind. A message as a miracle mustn't make up for this mess.

Tomás Roda

Pai

No deserto não nascem flores. Não nascem porque eu não quero. Nascendo uma flor se perde o deserto. A beleza se tem em não se ter. Beleza é perdição. Não há palavra mais bela que "Adeus".

No deserto nasceu uma flor. Nasceu uma flor porque não quero dizer "Adeus". Nascem flores no deserto porque eu quero.

Tomás Roda

Pai, desejo-te um feliz aniversário, sabendo que a distância que nos separa é meramente física. Devo-te a ti os valores de que me gabo. Isto não é agradecimento nenhum, só agradece quem se contenta com o que lhe é dado. E tu ainda tens muito para me dar.

Um grande abraço!

Knowing

I miss being lost. The feeling of onement with just being somewhere, with simply being. I really miss being lost.

Not knowing where or who I am. Not knowing, often described so negatively, is the elixir of happiness. The most genuine smile is one that appears on your lips without you noticing it. It's the unification with a moment and the expression of an emotion. A smile is a word beyond meaning. Powerful because it requires no explanation. 

Dreaming is the closest we can get to being lost. We have no expectations when we dream. No path, no barriers. Just a complete void of ideas and an intense fulfillment of self.

I am lost.

Tomás Roda

Perfection

It's not breathing, neither my heartbeat keeping me alive. Those are just ways to sustain a faulty physical self. Physicality, the physical materialisation/embodiment of an idea, is detrimental. We are walking ideas, walking wishes, walking souls and we are lost. Lost searching for perfection: a perfect life, a perfect love, a perfect story to tell. Nothing good ever comes from perfection. Not because it is unattainable, but for its relativity, unstability and more importantly the need of possession that it creates in us, imperfect physical materialisations of ideas.

But if we need perfection to live, then how are we still alive? Aren't we searching for it our whole lives? We forget that perfection is only immediate and short-lasting. It's a moment, and it's ours. It's a smile and it's mine. Life is not a search after all, it's an avoidance of acceptance that perfection is already within us. An easy answer... and no one likes easy answers.

Tomás Roda

Sunset

Rise sun, it's dark and I can't see.

The only thing I ask of you is to rise for eternity.

You can't? Then just pretend,

Why live for something that soon will end?

Eyes shut, full of regret.

Please don't rise sun, I don't want you to set. 

Tomás Roda