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Phantom Limb

He was back on his feet after a couple of days without leaving the bed. His toes felt weird against the cold bathroom floor, as if they were needed to make an extra effort to keep the balance. He felt his head leaning towards the mirror and tried to hold his back up. He washed his face with freezing cold water and waited for it to dry while preparing his razor for shaving.

The look on his face…

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Despedida

Era tarde de sábado, e pela janela do ônibus podia-se sentir o bafo calorento de primavera que tomava conta de todo o veículo. O mormaço, que causa tanto cansaço e desconforto, era apenas uma personagem numa história não muito difícil de contar. Durante o caminho para a casa da avó, o incômodo do desamor tocava-lhe a pele como um dos seus instintos internos e tão anaturais. Por que é que era uma…

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Things you do when you should be sleeping. #midnightmakeup #tryingthingson #curlyhair #curls #redhead #purplelipstick (em Chez moi)

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When love is gone...

... all you can write about is how you miss it. All you can hope for is another chance.

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And everyday that you wanna change, you can! #fosterthepeople #chevrolethall #belohorizonte (em Chevrolet Hall)

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I just really wanna be with you #fosterthepeople #chevrolethall #belohorizonte #goingcrazy #ijustreallywannabewithyou (em Chevrolet Hall)

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The things we lost to the fire fire fire! 🔥 #Bastille #chevrolethall #belohorizonte (em Chevrolet Hall)

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Banda do mar ❤ (em Music Hall)

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Can't wait 😄 #fosterthepeople #bastille #bh #concert #excited #Chevrolethall

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Jess ❤ #ViVenes #IloveyaJess #friends #comics (em Chez moi)

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Nagib ❤ #friends #kangarooland #saudades (em Chez moi)

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What to expect?

Those who are around with adventure books disguise their desires into long trips, big fights and exquisite goals. They are passionate and heroic, they have a love of their own and a not so shinny armor for the enemies. Those who enjoy poetry have much else to say about the heart and only things that truly hurt. They do not engage in battles fought with iron and fire, they fight the invisible pain and diseases. Poetry is where all we go when the heart is poisonous to the mind. Is what we are just a moment before we die. Those who write poetry are for sure a little bit dead already, because the pain of an end is where their lives begin. Beauty and blood are found in both battle and gardens, the first in the desire of life and the last embracing the end and the lovers and all those things that would kill you slowly but properly.

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Summer rain

The summer rain smell put a blanket around my shivering heart. The sound of the little drops of water touching the ground released me of my childish fear of the dark. Every thunder felt like your arms holding me against your chest while my hands travelled softly on your skin. When the wind led the hard drops against my window, I felt tears of sadness and joy touch my cheeks. As rainy days, loving you was always a mix of both

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Whatever happened

I like the wooden floor of your house, where I can walk bare feet feeling the weight of earth. The daylight comes through the backyard window and I can dance in a light dress, while cooking memories that never happened. My hands on your shoulders at the ball we've never been to, swinging our hips and stepping the ground where an uncountable number of kids have stepped to oblivion. The blood pumping into my veins, trying to warm my body all covered in bloody cold water. I curse in my fake Russian accent and your laugh makes my heart stop shivering. You close your eyes and complain about the heat. Both of you, with your fingers in the elastic of my shorts, making it difficult not to surrender and spill wet hair all over my pillows while moaning infinite affirmations of love. Tears make their course through my face. Why do I always end up crying over fake memories and movies that bring me to when I'm 38 and forgot to tell you I love you before going to bed? I write another email and sign sincerely yours and you won't care much, because your language don't appeal to the heart as mine does. We, world people, who speak in kisses, never got words that perfectly describe our goodbye hugs. I miss you. ❤

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Cadê ônibus? 🚌 (em No ponto)

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The moment I found my lost sibling. Meerkat foeva ❤ #TBT #joburg #SA #meerkat #zoo

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Tomato soup 🍲 #instafood #marmita #sopadetomate (em Chez moi)