Eu fiquei acordada. A meio da noite (...). E o tempo a passar. E eu incompleta. O mundo incompleto. Como se, de repente, tivesse reparado que faltava algo importante e mundial. Como se tivessem desaparecido os carvalhos entre as árvores, como se tivesse desaparecido uma cor, como se tivesse desaparecido uma pessoa a viver entre todas as outras e todas as outras mudassem as suas vidas para sempre. Como se desaparecesse uma letra do alfabeto e, a partir desse momento, todos os livros tivessem de ser escritos sem essa letra.
in José Luís Peixoto
The way you are The way you do The way you breathe The way you play The way you feel The way you touch The way you entry to my mind The way you smile The way you talk The way you kiss The way you love The way you look The way you walk The way you entry to my mind
in Selfish Love
. Her aura is made of poetr...
. I fell in love with you t...
. She must be a descendant ...
. She was so near that he f...
. ;)
. Some people will surprise...
. ;)
. Lately, though, in ways s...
. #1
. Tangled with love in the ...
. Sometimes you just have t...
. You’ve felt it, haven’t y...
. Her aura is made of poetr...
. I fell in love with you t...
. She must be a descendant ...
. She was so near that he f...
. ;)
. Some people will surprise...
. ;)
. Lately, though, in ways s...
. #1
. Tangled with love in the ...
. Sometimes you just have t...
. You’ve felt it, haven’t y...