#18.01.2015

Amo o cheiro que o seu cabelo tem, a cor única dos seus olhos, o gosto da sua boca, o seu sorriso tortinho. Eu amo te ver, não posso demonstrar porque eu não sei, mas é um alívio te ver, sentir seu abraço, é um alívio ter conhecido você.

endings leave too much expectation for sentimentality, for the warmth and consolation of final words. we do time while we wait, immobilized by emotional inertia, unwilling to accept goodbye. every minute spent together is one less for the future. I’ll see you when I see you even if never. there is no inevitability, only death is certain, maybe I’ve said goodbye to a dead man is what I’ve done. you are going, gone. the day too is going, gone, now yesterday, before you become a relic of yesteryear. unfinished conversations wait for resurrection, but endings end and demand good- bye.