And we keep'em movin' on

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Setembro me dá agonia. Não gosto daquele estilo vai não vai, meio termo, pulo pra qual lado do muro. Sempre foi assim. Não sei se está frio ou calor, se está mais pro meio do ano ou quase entrando no final, se é bom guardar um pouquinho de dinheiro para o final do ano ou deixo para depois. Meus sinceros agradecimentos a quem inventou o ano com 12 meses. É tempo demais para pensar em tudo isso.

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E olha que tivemos a graça de sermos presenteados com quatro estações. Dois períodos distintos num mesmo dia. 365 dias em um ano inteiro. Queria eu que o mês de setembro tivesse somente dez dias, assim já estaríamos em outubro. Não sei porque, mas outubro sempre significou para mim uma proximidade com o fim. O fim de tudo. O início de uma nova era que se aproxima.

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Esses dias me peguei pensando em toda essa relatividade. Tive a infelicidade de quase falar. Estava com um amigo da Austrália, over 50', o qual estava comentando sobre todo esse assunto. Aí fui dizendo "we don't actually know a lot of people travelling, I mean, ol...". Ops. Old people, you should never said that. But how can I put into words what I wanna say? Trynna avoiding wouldn't be such a great Idea. We gotta go talk about it. There’s gonna be a day for it.
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And it turns out that this day has finally arrived. Landing in our lives just like September ends, bringing a new October, full of new opportunities and what else it’s gotten for us. I just love skipping Sept and thinkin’ forward about it. I even got myself a couple of days ago imagining how this Xmas might be extremely awesome. I got some real plans for this year. It has to be special.
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And then that’s the only way we can keep movin’ on. Like someone said once, we get to sing for the right now moment, to be right now people and never quit of our real world. It’s still worth fighting for some real deal.

Ohh eeem gee

Girl dies

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.

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