I wish

I wish I could fly. And play the piano. And write a romance before I die - a long skeptical one, with biographical features, on humanity and love. I wish I could write just like Cees Nooteboom or Paul Auster.
I wish I were much skinnier, and I specially wish I had skinnier legs, 'cause in fact I hate mine and sometimes I do feel like a short elephant walking around in my microskirts.
I wonder when my hair will finally get long, and I wish that to be soon, but I know it will take a long long time, and I'm not sure I'll be patient enough. I once had plans, but now I don't. I wish I could recall them all and believe a couple of them, but it's late, I think. Actually, I wish I could have new plans, but I guess I'm more a dreamer-type, and after a while I often get bored of plans, timetables and commitments, so that I dive into nowhere land, somewhere between here and another place which I'm always waiting to visit yet I never get to reach. I wish I could live there.
I wish I could had stronger beliefs, understand myself and forgive me more easily for my mistakes. Yet this year I feel good about being my own partner, and after all I guess I'm beginning to realize wishing is itself a way of being strong.

(To Glenio)

outras encarnações

Sem romantismos: na minha segunda prática de yoga, aqui na Bahia, descobri o mistério das vidas passadas. Fui um caranguejo que comia camarão, dormia na praia e mordia as pessoas na areia. Trancoso rocks, especialmente com uma cerveja no final da tarde.