6.9.10
Smooth coffee
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There was a time when I met someone.
And I do not mean some body like anyone's body. I mean the one (real one).
Smooth as the wind, gentle as a morning coffee.
Smooth coffee.
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That was like perfection, coupled with the comfort of having someone close.
To touch, feel, experience.
To open a window and see the light coming in with the small dust in the wind shaking.
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Smooth morning.
Mild afternoon.
It was like having back the flavor of life, joy of living.
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The brief season of love. Controlling the steps, counting each stair.
For me, there would not have been such as amazing. Life is too dangerous, and I ain’t the one who is gonna blow everything off just to take my little stressed edge away.
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It doesn’t really have to be like this way.
5.9.10
We do miss the rain
*Eu tive um sonho, vou te contar, eu me atirava do oitavo andar.
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And it was raining. What comes to your mind when I say that on fire you are my last drop of rain? What movie comes to mind when I say that the rain brings the inner peace? And what happens when I put a T in front of RAIN? Does it makle TRAIN (which occasionally refers to my favorite band)?
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For me, writing the rain is [like] something fascinating. Rain is synonymous with peace, washing, leave all the problems being taken away and not think of anything negative. Rain is [like] a salvation.
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It happens that where I live raining is constant on December and January. Almost every day it rains. And I ain't talking about that kind of rain that makes you sleep. The kind of rain that comes to us is something like a flood, washing away all the things it sees ahead.
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I do not say that the rain has lost its charm, its magic. Although there are many magical things in the rain. Your beautiful form is always the charm in the eyes of those who fail to see the good things of the world. Thy will have to be done.
For me, writing the rain is [like] something fascinating. Rain is synonymous with peace, washing, leave all the problems being taken away and not think of anything negative. Rain is [like] a salvation.
*
It happens that where I live raining is constant on December and January. Almost every day it rains. And I ain't talking about that kind of rain that makes you sleep. The kind of rain that comes to us is something like a flood, washing away all the things it sees ahead.
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I do not say that the rain has lost its charm, its magic. Although there are many magical things in the rain. Your beautiful form is always the charm in the eyes of those who fail to see the good things of the world. Thy will have to be done.
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