Parla

Se non respiri attraverso la scrittura, se non piangi nello scrivere, o canti scrivendo, allora non scrivere, perché alla nostra cultura non serve. - Anaïs Nin.

[chepuoiparlare]

Le pire jour de ma vie a été quand j'ai réalisé que vous ne resteriez plus, et accepter cela a été le plus triste acte d'amour.

Mais cela ne signifie pas que je ne t'aime plus, je sais seulement que tu n'es pas pour moi.

Je t’aime… moi non plus

[chepuoiparlare]

La Plage

I think the most weird thing about this tragedy is that I love someone as the blue sky loves the sun. They need each other to shine. And I think I love like Monet loved the blue, through his art. And perhaps I do love you as the sea loves the waves, as the sand needs the ocean to bring her right into the earth to create what we call a beach, or even a plage. Parce que vous êtes ma plage, and I'd love to visit you anytime.

You are my plage.

[chepuoiparlare]

I'm trying to live my life without ghosts whispering to me

Would you love me if you saw me in the darkest moment?

Can you stay here until the end?

Can you stay and just smile?

So many plans, preparing for a future without you. I complete myself.

[chepuoiparlare]

I envision you finding happiness,

Not with me, but with her, that's what I sense.

I hope she loves you as you truly deserve.

Though we're apart, my support won't wane,

May you love her like never before, regain.

Discover joy and declare, 'Nothing can impede you now.'

Our paths diverge, yet I still wish you the best,

Uncertain of your well-being, I hope you find rest.

May you find true happiness now.

[chepuoiparlare]

Feeling your absence is pointless, as deep down, I've become nothing.

[chepuoiparlare]

Goodbye M.R

Babe, I loved you alone, in the midnight glow, In my mind, I spun a world where our love would grow. This place, just a figment of my wild imagination, As I whispered, you're the woman of my infatuation.

Even if the end feels a bit melancholic, Babe, I'm yours, my devotion symbolic. Till the last ounce vanishes in Antarctica, Baby, I'm yours, yeah, like a cosmic mantra.

Even if stars crash from the skies, oh so high, In this Arctic love, under the neon sky.

[chepuoiparlare]

You reside persistently in the back of my mind.

[chepuoiparlare]

It's crazy how I've spent so much time learning Spanish, yet I can't create a fuckin' poem in this language.

[chepuoiparlare]

I can't sleep; I reminisce about everything I shared with you. It's crazy, but the chords turned melancholic; I could compose a song for you, saving your presence and every moment.

You were my wildest secret, and thank you for the crazy and sad adventure.

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tbf, she's good but yet none compare to your uniqueness. The absence of your essence leaves me with a sense of emptiness.

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I could love anyone, but I won't forget you because you were important to me in some ways that I cannot describe

[chepuoiparlare]

babe i'm yours

[chepuoiparlare]

I feel miserable; each plan I created in my mind doesn't make sense as you are not here. I could say you are my universe, but maybe I just create those moments in my mind. Why do I smile when I remember you in my life? You left and brought a lot of damage. Now I have to move on as you already did in the past. I'm not the cause of your problems; I'm nothing. Baby, I'm still yours

[chepuoiparlare]

babe, why do I still love you?

[chepuoiparlare]

odeio crise de ansiedade, a sensação de não respirar e a agonia que respinga na pele é algo que dá vontade de sumir

[chepuoiparlare]

Você me deu amor, você me deu paz, você me deu felicidade, foi bom enquanto durou. Chegou a dar certo em algum momento. Eu sou grata por tudo isso.

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Eu defini uma meta bem clara: voltar a escrever contos. Cada um tem seu lado da história, cada um tem a sua visão, uma experiência não anula a outra.