I can't remember the first time I saw a beach. I'd just made one year, my mother had just become a widow. We went to Fortaleza. I can't remember the feeling. Maybe fascination. Probably fear. That isn't something I can describe without having consciously lived.
Besides I could now describe in exactly words a castaway's sensation when he first saw a beach after a long time lost in the ocean. Whirlwind of butterflies in my stomach. Warm sensation in my heart. Unmistakable sensation that - I should have imagined – no one else could cause me. Like find your place in a strange world. Like be in home.
So I thought “Everything is gonna be all right” and I felt happiness.
dilatação do tempo
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Não fosse a vida esse contínuo eterno de tarefas do ofício
Não fosse isso também um vício
Não ocuparia o lugar da poesia
Das emoções
Não alimentaria ilusões
...
Há uma semana
2 comentários:
Pichi! Quero um novo!
Esse aqui vai fazer aniversario! (L)
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