Love's
           An unbound number
There is no three and a half
                            Or division
                                  
Love is a pacifist
Surrendered upon us
Our divinity
An endless wave
Without satellite to push or pull
 A wedding bouquet
Thrown to an empty room
A constant within
                               The state of awareness

My heart screams your name in cadence.
Amor, I drown in your absence.
You understand me in my silence--
For I do not have to elucidate my reticence.
Time heals, they said.
But time is cruel, I say.
For a soul that longs for you 'til the end.
For a fervent vow left unsaid.
When distance is beyond seas,
Beyond continents and skies, I fear;
Beyond what the eye sees.
What is left is your ghost in the abyss.
My love is yours,
But this life was not ours.
Time was in hours;
In a field of sunflowers,
I will see you in another life--
Amor, where there is forever.

The weather may change,
So may the ages of time.
The lack of constant,
Is the nature of life.

Ponto
Sinal
Frequente
Fixo, mas constante.
Em quê?
No fluxo de pessoas,
persistente no abrigo
de pessoas.

Às vezes, perigo,
mas constante na espera
do povo.

I draw a banana on my leg
Every day
Just so that
Something is constant

Can people change? That's one of the hardest question I've stumbled upon.
I've seen so many people change throughout my life.
My parents, my family, my friends.
Everybody's changing.
But when i look into a mirror, i don't just see glass that reflects light.
I see such an unchanged math problem that we might known as constant.
I see, myself.

Being constant is not the same as being consistent.
It's not a wordplay that everyone could mix it up.
Those two not even homophones.
Being consistent is sometime a thing that we could be proud of.
And yet being constant is
an illness that I haven't find the cure of.

I'm not saying that it's uncurable.
What I'm saying is
I'm sick of it.
I'm sick of being an unchanged variable that doesn't know how to change.
I'm sick of being a constant that is easily scratch out in a derivative.
Who are scared of the slightest change that eliminates.
I'm sick of being a constant that is negligible during a definite integration.
Who are disposable when the such circumstances are known.

All I'm saying is,
I'm sick of being a constant.
And for now,
I want things to change.