Fui, voltei, e insisto:
eu tenho mais medo de esquecer, do que de sentir saudades.
(pra cada ida o seu motivo, em toda volta o mesmo medo.)
dejavu.
28 de janeiro de 2009
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My Joy.
25 de janeiro de 2009
It's true, you were the best thing winter gave to me.
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suddenly, love just got so fragile...
20 de janeiro de 2009
We thought we were stronger than anything... However, life showed us that the distance can break our love's bones, and it pains me so hard. It seems like i didn't hold you enough, and at this point of time, i just wanna remember every single second of our time together. Our laughs, our kiss and our happiness will remain in my heart, and that will keep me alive.
You asked me if i miss you... do you have any single doubt? I miss you more than anything, but despite all the pain, i still have to breath. I need to keep on living...
I will always be out here, somewhere in the other side of the ocean. But I'm in here... following my road, while you follow your dreams, still in the same world.
You'll always have your place here, and you know that. Never forget to always lift your eyes up to the moon... the same that used to watch our love on those freezing winter nights, making us company while the dawn was still comming.
It doesn't really matter how we're gonna pass through it. We made our choice (or the choice made us), and I'm sure we will survive. We certainly will...
I love you. I really, really do.
miss you so much....
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That's why I love you so much.
15 de janeiro de 2009
Because i was just a half and now I'm whole. I'm Body and I'm soul.
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mein Junge.
11 de janeiro de 2009
Aufenthalt hier auf meiner Seite,
von der Liebe,
durch Küssen,
von Hug,
für alles,
weil Glück hier zu leben.
Ich habe so viel Liebe, bis es weh tut...
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Baudelaire, Charles.
3 de janeiro de 2009
" Il est l'heure de s'enivrer ! Pour n'être pas les esclaves martyrisés du Temps, enivrez-vous ; enivrez-vous sans cesse ! De vin, de poésie ou de vertu, à votre guise. "
(é tempo de Baudelaire, et je ne sais pas pourquoi...)
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für meine liebe.
1 de janeiro de 2009
É por não conseguir coisificar o tamanho do meu querer, que te quero tão aqui...
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