quando já só com eles faz sentido...
É só mais uma das minhas enxaquecas. É o corpo, mais uma vez o corpo, que me castiga a vida. Quero sair, encontrar-te, trazer-te. Quero ver-te, dar-te a mão e mil carinhos. Quero que alegres a minha tarde. Quero e vou. Nada me impedirá. Mas este peso incomoda-me.
posted by maresia at 21:34
In the beginning, there was the Ocean... Then the Ocean and all the Seas took her. She got swallowed by all the Blues and by the unbalanced Waves for Eternity. The Ocean is her Universe and the Universe is all on her. She is the, and belongs to, the Sea. She was born for it and on it she will lay in the End. The enormous Ocean, the indomitable Waters, the unpredictable Wind, the Storm! She belongs to the beginning of the End. Forced to a stubborn Life in the land of all the fresh Rivers Waters, tiny Salty Tear, she will die alone. Eternally seeking for the Warmness of his arms, whoever he may be, the man who calls her from the deep of the deepest and darkener Ocean...
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