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Salpicar o teu rosto com farinha, enquanto preparassemos juntos o teu bolo favorito

Dar-te os beijos que me apetecesse, com os olhos, sempre que estivesses distraido a apreciar o "flowering tea", que te desse a escolher

Sentar-me no teu colo e ver-te desenhar

Fazer de ti a manta que me aconchega, entrelaçar os meus dedos nos teus e ver um filme até adormecer

Levar-te o pequeno almoço à cama e acordar-te com um beijo de bom dia.

a única a conseguir te arrancar aquele sorriso nos piores momentos...
a bateria desenfreada a bater dentro do teu peito...
a tua melhor amiga...
quem faz valer cada acordar teu.

Que fosses a excepção que acreditei que eras, o porto seguro por quem vale a pena esperar para partilhar a vida.

Por ti... por nós... mudei, ignorei medos e arrisquei...
Não deste valor... desacreditei.
To make a war of white flour with you while we prepare your favourite cake

To kiss you secretly, with my eyes, whenever you would be distracted enjoying the flowering tea of your choice

Sit on your lap and see you drawing

Make you the blanket that cuddles me, entwine my fingers in yours and watch a movie until we fall asleep

To wake you up with a good morning kiss and have breakfast in bed with you

To be the one, to be the only one that makes you smile in the harsh moments, to be the cause of a unrestrained drums that beat inside your chest, to be your best friend, to be the one who makes it worth for you to wake up every day.

I wanted, I believed that you were the exception, the safe harbour for whom it is worth waiting for to share a life.

For you ... for us ... I changed, I ignored my fears and risked it all...

Alguma vez entrelaçaste os teus dedos nos meus com orgulho?
O teu olhar... o teu sorriso... em mim alguma vez quiseram morar?
Nem Homem foste para me encarar!


Dreams and Romance?
Only in poetry!
In real life?
My goodness!
What a joke
. . .

Thank you for inoculating me against this cancer that takes over the mind and heart.
No soul deserves such humiliation.
Obrigada por me vacinares de vez contra o cancro que se apodera da mente e do coração.
Nenhuma alma merece tal humilhação.
. . .

I saw perfection in your smile...
I believed in you as my safe harbour!  

Disarmed by your daring glance...
I neglected myself over you!

What a blind, ******* heart of mine!

Now that I am back to Earth…
I no longer recognize you!

Toxic love,
Why did you have to be so shallow?!

. . .
. . .

Was it some kind of vengeance from other bites?
Was it laziness or fear to be something special?!
Not good enough to embrace your squares?
I hope at least it fuelled your ego’s edges.

. . .

Once upon a time…

There was a Chocolate bar...

Seeking for artistic inspiration…

Had the boldness to mess up my brain...

Designing me a heart infection.

Was it all fiction?

Maybe it was or maybe not…

Like my 1st addition...

The Winter is gone,

Shattered Storyboard.

We both read our scripts,
but we're not on the same page.
You and I are just actors
who treat life as the stage.

We rehearse our lines,
but they're not what we mean,
for once lets break character
and call cut on this scene.

We could steal the show
if we rewrite the play
and end the charade
of this macabre matinee.

We've reached the finale,
there's no encore after all.
This is our shot,
our last curtain call.
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