terça-feira, 20 de fevereiro de 2018

MISSING

Missing

I have to miss something that does not kill us. When we find the being that causes it, we feed on that feeling, which grows larger when we withdraw. Distant, it looks like it was multiplied. The fresh memory of the smell, of the touch, of the sounds, makes it hurt even more. Saudade is something that does not kill itself, before it kills people.



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