Namorado Imaginário

in the words of John Lennon, reality leaves a lot to the imagination

Posted on August 27th, 2010

I hate it when you call me and I hate it when you don’t.


Posted on August 23rd, 2010

At a certain point I lost track of you.
You needed me. You needed to perfect me.
In your absence you polished me into the Enemy.
Your history gets in the way of my memory.
I am everything you lost. You can’t forgive me.
I am everything you lost. Your perfect Enemy.
Your memory gets in the way of my memory:
If only somehow you could have been mine, what wouldn’t
have happened in the world?
I’m everything you lost. You won’t forgive me.
My memory keeps getting in the way of your history.
There is nothing to forgive, so you can’t forgive me.
I hid my pain even from myself; I revealed my pain only to myself.
If only somehow you could have been mine,
what would not have been possible in the world?

–Agha Shahid Ali

Thinking of you

Posted on August 17th, 2010

Here are some fruit, some flowers, some leaves and some branches,
And then here is my heart, which beats only for you.
Do not rip it up with your two white hands,
And may the humble present be sweet in your beautiful eyes!

I arrive all covered in dew,
Which the wind of morning comes to freeze on my forehead.
Suffer my fatigue as I repose at your feet,
Dreaming of dear instants that will refresh me.

On your young breast allow my head to rest,
Still ringing with your last kisses;
Let it calm itself after the pleasant tempest,
And let me sleep a little, since you are resting.