

HysteriaSinto-me a rodopiar.Hysteria
Vejo-me a rodopiar no vazio, envolta em branco, em mágoa. Envolta na claridade daquilo que me parece um túmulo de sombras, de trevas. Vejo o mal como algo enevoado, mas presente. Não gosto de imaginar um mundo negro de dor, um mundo tão cliché como isso. Sinto-me como um piano desafinado nas mãos de um pianista com amor à sua arte. Talvez me tratem como deviam e o problema esteja, de facto, em mim. Talvez eu seja o problema. O mundo gira à minha volta e a cabeça perde-se no movimento, nos círculos largos e estranhamente apertados e sufocantes


Confession Of a Lonely NightOnce I didn't sleep for a whole night just to see if he would wake up, for any chance, and call me to say he missed me, he loved me, to tell me I was his life and I made him happy, still with that foggy sight and drowsy voice we have when we get out of bed (like a girl, from a story I heard, did to her lover).Confession Of a Lonely Night
I drank coffee and I drank alcohol and I cursed myself for not having any cigarettes left to smoke.
I was awake for the whole night for a simple motive, for a simple call, for a fucking simple voice and a damn complicated love.
But you know what.. he didn't call. He never called.
And h
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