Harlequin

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My Name?

What is a name to one such as myself?

I am the Harlequin,
the Actor,
the Jack-of-all-Trades.

My faces change with each touch of the winds breath,
and each may last no longer than nighttime shadows,
yet they all shall hold true to the gaze
of they who see them.

I am complete in each role -
My manner; unquestionable.
My stance; perfect.
My drive; unshakeable.

But!

I ask you please to note one thing.

Whilst I may change costumes,
personalities,
faces,
thoughts,
with the speed of an idiots daydream -
consider that beneath it all
the drummer plays only one beat.

So have no fear that I am not what I seem,
for I admit freely to the fate I have decided for myself.

I was, am, and shall continue to be; myself.



For now, at least.
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dance.

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So testosterone boys
and harlequin girls,
will you dance to this beat
and hold a lover close?
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Come Closer.

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Midnight's come
And gone.
And I can't help myself
Much more.

I find you,
Right across the room
And whisper in your ear,
'Come Closer.'
And we'll start it all again.
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hey.

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Tu.
Sim tu.
Tu que aqui vens, curioso, que queres descobrir a minha essência e o meu ser.
Toma, fica com toda ela, usufre dela e depois devolve-ma intacta.
Aprendeste algo com ela? Ainda bem.
É para isso que existimos, sabes? Para nos darmos, para aprendermos.
Eu já aprendi muito. E tu, já aprendeste?
Já te deste verdadeiramente a alguém, sem esperar em troca algo mais que conhecimento?

Se sim, és parvo. Não nos devemos dar assim sem nada em troca.
Se não, és parvo. Temos de ser capazes de o fazer por quem gostamos.

Estou-me a contradizer?
Pois estou.

A vida é uma contradição.

E também nós o somos.
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Whisper

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Tell me things you never even tell your closest friends.
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..And we're left with sweet memories.

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It seems like so long ago, and maybe it is. You were so close to me and now you're gone.
How can time pass so easily? I find myself trapped in a dream. A dream that was once real. Something I felt.
But the reality is long gone, now nothing's left but a dream, a dream....a memory.
But...memories fade. Yet you dont.
You stay strong in my mind, even if I try to forget, to let go.
But there's no "forget" about you.
Only a fainted hope of someday.
My sweet reality now is nothing more than a memory i got deep in my dreams.
Why, oh why can't I let go?
Why can't I smile and move on?

How can I be so much in love?

I don't get you, and yet I don't think I ever will. But it's ok as long as you're here. I keep telling lies to myself and to others, trying to convince myself that you're gone. But each day get's harder, and each day I want you more.

But there is no more.
And we're left with sweet memories.
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