Ao encarar o espelho, já não me espanto mais com os traços fortes de mulher crescida. Me acostumei com seus olhares e suas linhas. Os pelos e os sangramentos mensais já não mais são uma questão, apenas existem e eu lido com isso. As vontades carnais são supridas por carnes e isso não é mais desconfortável. As paixões ainda são desleais e fantasiosas, desenvolvi uma aceitação por este fato também. Continuo encontrando a beleza em tudo, mas hoje, não só ela me atrai, a melancolia me contempla, complementa meu dia, e enche meu coração. Tudo de uma forma boa, é bom sofrer, doer e arranhar. O silencio não incomoda e continuo gostando de observar, mas não tenho mais paciência de ouvir o silencio nem observar o que me irrita.Tive contato com a hipocrisia. é dela que eu fujo. Gosto de pensar que o faço. Odeio sentir o contrário. Pior ainda é constata-lo.
domingo, 24 de setembro de 2017
29 nights/ 8 nights to cry
29 nightsOf January timeThe sun has no more lightsI am no more at summer time.A young lady awakes with No company, Cause here favorite oneWas called from haven.The world falled to her feetAnd the pain came from insideMaybe to early for her to understand But she was losing her best friendI will look at every single starSearching your light to guide me Wherever you areGod please, be careful I don't want to feel aloneBut in the end of the dayShe is at homeFlying with angelsWhen everyone seemed to be Going throwShe was going blueBut when things started to be fine Blond PortugueseSmartBeatiful without really tryI miss your hand holding mineCan you brush my hair again? Scream as lound as you canI love you more then... oh! Grandma don't leave me. Come back soon to visit?
8 days and the morning Of December gets dark And the Christmas is goneThe happiness is overI don't want presents All I need is you hear, bite your tongue The way you only knewShe bearly remembers the painCause she wasn't aware of itWanting your perfume to fulfill the room She couldn't say googbeyTo the superhero who made Daddy cry.Grandpa don't live me, Came back soon to visit.I will look at every single starSearching your light to guide me Wherever you areGod please, be careful I don't want to feel aloneBut in the end of the dayHe is at homeFlying with angels
8 days and the morning Of December gets dark And the Christmas is goneThe happiness is overI don't want presents All I need is you hear, bite your tongue The way you only knewShe bearly remembers the painCause she wasn't aware of itWanting your perfume to fulfill the room She couldn't say googbeyTo the superhero who made Daddy cry.Grandpa don't live me, Came back soon to visit.I will look at every single starSearching your light to guide me Wherever you areGod please, be careful I don't want to feel aloneBut in the end of the dayHe is at homeFlying with angels
Nina Moluvi
domingo, 10 de setembro de 2017
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