Dormir e Sonhar

Hoje a alegria entrou sem bater a porta e sem pedir licença. Invadiu minha alma, aumentou ainda mais meu sorriso (se possível), expulsou a angústia e deixou a tranquilidade. Permito-me dormir e sonhar pois nenhum tombo irá me despertar, apenas o sol a invadir meu quarto e anunciar o novo dia. É o dia, é a hora, é a minha vez de trazer meus anseios para o real.

Ela e Ele

Ela amou.
Amou muito e sofreu a não correspondência desse amor.
Tentou.
Tentou uma, duas, três vezes.
Seu destino era a solidão de um amor sem volta.
Ele desconhecia o amor.
Não sabia o que era amar, muito menos o que era ser amado.
Seguia seu caminho solitário.
Desistiram do amor, e essa desistência os uniu.
Se olharam.
Ela acreditou. Ele resistiu.
Ela se jogou. Ele confiou e a seguiu.
Se amaram.
Caminharam juntos por ruas diferentes.
Acreditaram no impossível e na certeza que surgia como uma poesia.
Poesia que era música, Beatriz.
Atravessaram fronteiras em busca do lar.
Movidos pela unica razão que tinham: nascemos para nos amar.


Para Dani, Bebeto e Beatriz.

Before sunset

:::::::::Celine said:
...And, how can you say that?

Because... I mean, I always feel like a freak because I'm never able to move on like......this!

You know.People just have an affaire, or even... entire relationships... They break up and they forget!

They move on like they would have changed a brand of Cereals!

I feel I was never able to forget anyone I've been with, because each person have... you know, specific qualities!

You can never replace anyone. What is lost is lost.

Each relationship, when it ends, really damages me. I haven't fully recovered. That's why I'm very careful with getting involved, because... It hurts too much!

Even getting laid! I actually don't do that...I will miss of the person the most mundane things. Like I'm obsessed with little things.

Maybe I'm crazy, but...When I was a little girl, my mom told me that I was always late to school. One day she followed me to see why... I was looking at chestnuts falling from the trees, rolling on the sidewalk, or... ants, crossing the road... the way a leaf casts a shadow on a tree trunk... Little things.

I think it's the same with people.

I see in them little details, so specific to each other, that move me, and that I miss, and... will always miss.

You can never replace anyone, because everyone is made of such beautiful specific details. Like I remember the way... your beard has a little bit of red in it. And how the sun was making it glow that... that morning, right before you left.I remember that, and... I missed it!

I'm really crazy, right?