Mon corp sur ton corp.

Ton corp sur mon corp.

Notre corps comme un seul.

Nos coeurs comme un seul.

Ton souffle sur mon cou.

Mes ongles dans ton dos.

Je mords ton cou.

Tu tire mes cheveux.

Épuisé, nous tombe sur le lit.

Nous sommes un seul.

Lame Saint

Achei esse texto enquanto arrumava meu quarto e me afogava em textos antiguíssimos.

Bad days, good days.

Shiny days, rainy days.

Happy days, sad days.

Busy days, lazy days.

Rich days, poor days.

Solved days, troubled days.

When will all this eagerness go away?

Will I carry this all the way through

Or will I share it with someone?

I feel like the weight of the world is on my shoulders.

I can't stand this no more.

If when we suffer it mean we are washing down our sins, then I'm a canonized saint.

Canonized, blessed and legendary.

But dead.

Do I have a legacy?

Do I have followers?

Do I have disciples?

Do I have learners?

If not, then I' a lame saint.

But if I'm lame enough to be noticed... then I'm fine.

07/01/2007

I don not think I can by any more sure that I love you.

But every once in a while you manage to do or say something that will sweep me off of my feet and make my love for you grow even higher.

I can still feel your arms around me, holding me tight, trying to get me a bit warmer. Even though I'd still shake and freeze to death, your true concern with me was more than enough to keep me alive.

And it is on occasions like this when I know it isn't arrogance of mine to say you love me just as much as I do.

And love makes us feel different, makes us act different. That explains why you and I cry like babies every time we part.

Perhaps it even explains why I cannot cry when I'm still with you.

Yes, maybe that's it...

I do not lose hope.

Untill the very last second, something can change and you'll stay in my arms and never leave. So, I don't cry.

And then you leave.

You go out of my sight.

And my chest hurts unbearably, my legs weaken so hard I cannot walk.

Anything and everything that reminds me of you will bring me to my knees again: a song, a place, a picture.

It hurts. God, it hurts.

But you make it worth the pain.

Being with you brings all the reward I need.

You make me happy.

You make me feel safe.

You make me whole.

And that's it.

Nessa vida fiz de tudo.

Sorri. Andei. Corri.

Caí. Aah, como caí.

Chorei. Aah, como chorei.

Errei. Aah, como errei.

Tantas paredes. Tantos becos. Tantas ruas sem saída. Tantos túneis sem fim. Tantos caminhos tortos e sinuosos.

Um labirinto.

Mas todos os erros eventualmente me levaram a te encontrar.

E finalmente, acertei.

No meio do labirinto, encontrei você.

E juntos, encontraremos a saída.

B♥F

I love you more than words can say or actions can show. I never knew I could feel this much about someone. I never knew I could want someone this much. I never believed I could love someone this much.

The thought of losing you takes my sleep away. Considering the idea of not having you by my side takes my serenity away. If I ever do or say something that hurts you and draws you away from me, I'd never forgive myself. I'd never be able to smile again knowing that i took one away from your face.

I do not believe I know how to live without you anymore. Even though we live far from each other, knowing you are there and you love me and you long for me, even if a tenth of how much I long for you, is what gets me by. You are what gets me through the day.

There may be those who might say I now depend on and of you to live and that that dependence is ridiculous, naive and sick. But that's not true. It's not that I can't live without you. I just don't want to anymore. I do not wish to have to replace you. I want you.

No matter when, no matter how, no matter where. You are the one that I want.

Untill the day I die and further on.

Saying "Hello" wasn't all easy. Besides the yearning for the loving embrace, there was that feeling that something might have changed. A scary feeling.

But it went away as soon as you held me strongly in your arms, kissed me and called me yours. I felt whole again. Complete. Amazingly happy.

Nothing compares to the good time we have together. Every little pointless anything turns into an epic joke. And there's laughter. And your smile. The sweetest and purest smile.

Now, saying "Goodbye" was the hardest thing ever. Seeing that sweet smile turning into a tearful faded one tore me apart. And I cried like never before. I cried because I already missed you. Because I felt powerless, sitting on the window seat and not able to dry your tears away and hug you tight close to me and say once again how much I love you, how much you mean to me, how much I hate to have to leave your side.

Even though it is merely temporary, even though we speak every day, it hurts. Unbearably. But we'll make it through. Together.

In the end, everything gets right. If it isn't right, it isn't the end yet.

She was always the top gal. Men's gal, girls' gal, gal about town. Or so she felt. Cold blooded, stone hearted. Hurt, but over it. Desired and wanted. But it wasn't enough. Not because she scoffed those who wanted her, but because she wanted something that they wouldn't give her. She wanted Love. She needed Love. She wanted to be desired no by her body, but by her heart. She'd been hurt before, she'd given her heart to some whom didn't want nor deserved it. Ergo, she was scared.

And along came him. He swept her off her feet, like some before. He got her addicted to him, like some before. He made her feel good. Yes, many made her feel happy before. But not like this. Not that much, not that fast. He got her to forget the hurt and put everything else aside. He fell in Love with her. And so did she.

She no longer needs to be gal about town. She feels safe in his arms, warmed by his loving gaze.

In little time, they accomplished what most take years to. In little time, they got to know each other almost better than themselves. She knew he wanted her whole self, and so she gave herself in.

Their Love grew so strong that, even though very recent and utterly fresh, distance was not made a debilitating factor. On the contrary, distance makes their Love stronger. Distance makes them cherish every and each second the spend together, missing each other's embrace and yearning for a kiss.

But above all, Love doesn't fade. No. Love grows.

And it may not last forever. But even though she does not wish to see an end to it never, she keeps every and each memory treasured in her mind and in her heart, savoring each moment as the last one.