Uma Delicada Forma de Calor

I remember
You talking
About me
And now today, it all comes to light
And it feels like a perfect fit
Now, on a day when I’m crying
I’m pouring way more than outside
Outside it’s just water falling
While in here, it’s raining

And about what you told me
I remember smiling
Seeing you so serious
Trying to box me in, if I’m this
Or if I’m that
And ending up frustrated, thinking I’m totally impossible
And maybe that’s just it:
Raining inside
Impossible outside

I remember you losing it
Trying to explain yourself
How can we be so many indefinable things
So many different things
Not knowing that the beauty of it all
Is the certainty of nothing
And that the maybe makes life a bit more appealing

And maybe, the rain, the gray,
The fear, life, are just like me
Or maybe, because you’re suddenly,
Watching too much TV

And like a god that never loses
Your gaze can’t see
How rain, sadness, can be a beauty
And the cold, a delicate form
Of heat