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Friday, August 4


he fell again [slowmotion, snowflake]


for every feather dancing within me, he explodes like fireworks at each kiss he places on my eyelashes. his are longer, shadowing the mossy eyes. and i’m afraid that’s how i will remember them - darker than reality, as closed as they will end.

i was at his house, the running water burning his light skin in the distance, when i found him in his father’s eyes – the cracked glass drawing a line over the lips.
i didn’t get it when he talked about his dad for the first time – it was a winter night and i couldn’t feel his cold touch on my tights anymore, the candles were long burnt out and i was facing the damp stains in the ceiling instead of him. but then, slowly, fall after fall, i learned about the monster lingering on his sighs, the evil printed in his soul at birth.
now i can also find him embracing the concrete. 
but just like his dad, there’s only a frame to hold him           still.

he is natural catastrophes, but i have always been all about murdering the little that was left. and it was when i started looking back
       twice
everytime that we parted ways, that i realized
you are how i learned to fear death.


he fell again [slowmotion, my snowflake]
he’s so delicate, nobody would guess he carries a time-bomb in his chest.

Thursday, October 13

ainda me perguntam sobre ti.
não entendem que sou eu quem menos sabe.     loucos.

Friday, July 22

goodbye

arranco-te de mim. rasgo-te. talvez deva queimar e largar as cinzas, pois não quero guardar memórias.
agora sou-me só eu, como sempre fui. palavras, meus amores e minha vida.
past present
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"birds scream at the top of their lungs
in horrified hellish rage
every morning at daybreak
to warn us all of the truth,
but sadly we don't speak bird"
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