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How many turns it took to reach you
Now and then
I miss you
Shy Smiles and Bitten Apples
Shy Smiles and Bitten Apples
Silence reigns when we're together,
hours pass without a spoken word.
But our communication is subtle and discreet,
and works well for us, or so I've heard.
A shy half-smile sometimes surfaces,
a lit cigarette or apple bitten.
An empty glass, a life lived until now,
all serve as evidence, unspoken.
Lack of enthusiasm is typical in our twenties,
feelings confused, decisions slow.
Anything more than friendship would be a mistake,
but a mistake that sometimes we're prone.
It's a good mistake, but not forever.
Life moves on, and so do we.
But while we're together, we enjoy
the silent bond that unites you and me.
Christina Applegate / Corey Haim / Lala Sloatman
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F*ck completou 7 anos hoje!
Untitled (Greg) - 2012 - Rebecca Shmuluvitz
Call Me By Your Name (2017) | dir. Luca Guadagnino
Amar
Que pode uma criatura senão,
Entre criaturas, amar?
Amar e esquecer, amar e malamar,
Amar, desamar, amar?
Sempre, e até de olhos vidrados, amar?
Que pode, pergunto, o ser amoroso,
Sozinho, em rotação universal, senão
Rodar também, e amar?
Amar o que o mar traz à praia,
O que ele sepulta, e o que, na brisa marinha,
É sal, ou precisão de amor, ou simples ânsia?
Amar solenemente as palmas do deserto,
O que é entrega ou adoração expectante,
E amar o inóspito, o áspero,
Um vaso sem flor, um chão de ferro,
E o peito inerte, e a rua vista em sonho,
E uma ave de rapina.
Este o nosso destino: Amor sem conta,
Distribuído pelas coisas pérfidas ou nulas,
Doação ilimitada a uma completa ingratidão,
E na concha vazia do amor à procura medrosa,
Paciente, de mais e mais amor.
Amar a nossa falta mesma de amor,
E na secura nossa, amar a água implícita,
E o beijo tácito, e a sede infinita.
- Carlos Drummond de Andrade
Hoje é por mim
, por amor próprio
Sozinho, eu ando as ruas. Cento na rua, fumo um cigarro, olho pro céu...
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