um por um
Porto, Portugal
but what if who we are is nothing but shadows and echos of a life we were supposed to live.
and i feel like the answer is within reach, I just need to capture that truth, that one simple phrase that owns a whole infinite of possibilities,
enough to shatter the world as you know and build a new one with so much beauty, like never seen before.
sometimes i wonder what do I need to do to find this infinite phrase, if one day I'll have the luck to witness its magic.
A garota dos olhos dourados cruzava a casa distraidamente em direção à pequena mas densa biblioteca. Ali, sentia os livros a observarem intensamente, curiosos. Sabiam que ela não estava presente, que após a tarde com Sr. Richard ela navegava em outro mundo, ávida por respostas. Seu barco não era mais que uma canoa, mas sua velocidade era como a de um grande navio. E esperava naqueles livros um compasso para se direcionar.
Do y'all remember being a kid and trying to read in the car while it was dark outside and your parents wouldn’t let you turn on the light so you would try to grab snatches of sentences when you passed by street lights