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We all grow out of our clothes.
On a feverish day, years ago, I decided to turn my heart into words. To translate myself on full sentences, slice up my life with commas, end it up with round black dots. The best way I could exercise my identity; a escape exercise, perhaps. But never such useless escape - from oneself, to within - disguised itself so well from an actual ( Read more... ) -
Spoken words like moonlight. You're the voice that I like.
When I lay down tonight, you'll be standing right next to me. I'll look into yours eyes and I will tell you the deepest things that only silence can say. You will call me intense, you'll smile at me and your sweetness will take over.
I will kiss you, passionately, furiously... And your retribution will be love in its essence. The basic, real, ( Read more... ) -
To die would be an awfully big adventure.
There is no hot, no cold. Just pain. And blood... A little blood to color it ( Read more... ) -
A short tale.
Once upon a time, when family traded their own between each other, when cousins married one another, known as to keep their bloodline pure, a maiden was promised to a lad.
Such fool was the girl, who fancied so much more of the world, and fled as soon as she could.
She fell in love with a rude, and wasted tears, words and her maidenhood.
But after a ( Read more... ) -
There's a little black spot on the sun today...
You know I write with cold hands. I write as one who digs. Violent are those fainting pale fingers in the deadful winter that forever inhabits my room.
There's a closed window and a phone that, today, does not ring at all.
I vaguely remember this place, in other times. I remember the same cold, the same dark corner that knows everything about me, ( Read more... ) -
Once upon a time, a pink-haired girl fell in love... With an idiot. :)
Por você, eu perdí meu medo de altura e madruguei no telhado ( Read more... ) -
When you lose... You lose.
Dear Lord, I pray for forgiveness. I've never learned how to forget.
Please, have mercy on my soul, and take this burden away from my chest. I was taught that you only give us what we can bare, but lately my thoughts have only hurt me.
Father, I know I've been relapse, I'm only what you made of me. I'm only human... And I do have doubts... But, I ( Read more... ) -
Se voce olha... Pra mim.
Acho que mentes. Acho? Nao. Mentes.
Mentes da hora em que te levantas a hora em que finda o dia.
Sei bem que o fazes... E as engulo, uma a uma, como crianca a fatia de bolo. Nem as mastigo.
Mas da digestao, te digo em verdade, nao mais me perdoo.
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Visiting old demons.
Much more often than I'd like to admit, to open this blog is like slowly walking the broken paths of a haunted house. There is this familiar appealing, the intimacy of the known places... But is very little, or almost none, the will of walking over shattered glass ( Read more... )
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