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G O !

What if after the sunset you're not here anymore? What if you're gone with the last daylight? What if I can't find you in the darkness of the night? 

 

Go!

Because I can afford to lose you on the beach... and, truth to be told, is there a better place to wait for a new day? Is there a better place to absorb my own company? Is there a better place to start over?

 

I'll enjoy me. I don't get sick of being lonely, I am pleased to be on my own. I will smile to me, I hold me tight - yes, not with you, but with me. And, like this, I won't lose you anymore. You'll go, I'll stay. Tomorrow I already found myself and I will glow either with the sun as with the moon. And I'll stay there until late night. I will enjoy me in my beloved sunset light, that exists with or without you - and that I have as much as I need. Tomorrow I won't lose you, although I never thought I have you, and we can't lose what we never had.

 

Go! 

I can guide myself in the darkest nights, as good as I can during day, for a long time now. 

And, if you disappear in the sea as the sun, you'll go in a pretty way.

Há já muito tempo que me sei guiar tão bem no escuro da noite como em plena luz do dia ...

Go! Because I won't, I don't want to go, and I didn't disappear. I was here, I am and I will be (for the sunset, for me, and, if needed, even for you).

Differences.

Sometimes difference is what brings people together.

 

A little difference never hurt anybody: it may be difficult sometimes, but is not impossible.

And definitely, is not about the differences. 

Is about what brings you together: the joy that you share, the happiness that makes life brighter , the funniest conversations, the excitement of seeing each other every time, the shared secrets - that no one else knows, the inside jokes no one else understands - or sees, the shiniest shiny eyes, the trembling souls - unconditionally, unexpectedly and unpredictably souls, the flare (the flare you had, the flare you share, the flare you make together, since ever, and that no one else will be able to light up)... Is about how great your bright is when you're together - as a vampire in the sun, glittering all around.

It doesn't matter how different you both are, but how you choose to share and combine those differences. It doesn't matter how different you both are, but how great you are together - how you amazingly work together and how your bodies laugh and dance and sing and trill when they are together.

It doesn't matter how different you are, but how much you complete each other and how strong you become for sharing, combining and overcoming those differences.

 

It's not about your differences, but how much your path looks alike. How much your souls are mates, how much your hearts are attuned . 

 

It's about being free, together. It is about being different, but having both of your hearts with the same beat. Is about having each other in common. Is about shared goals, shared memories, shared glances, a shared history and a shared landscape. Is about the best dream ever, coming true and the most important feelings coming together from you.

 

You just have to choose.

Choose wisely. Don't jeopardize those amazing things. Be happy.

The Day After Tomorrow.

They think they know. They think seeing us is enough to know. But they don't know: they know nothing! It doesn't even cross their mind.

 

If they knew, maybe it would be different, maybe they would act differently, maybe things would be different, they would see things differently and maybe, then, the world would conspire in another way.

They think they know, that only seeing is enough, but they know nothing at all. They don't even imagine!

 

If they knew, maybe they would make the world spin in our favor, maybe they would join forces for us, maybe they would conspire our definitive reunion, maybe they would push us into our final reconciliation. If they knew, maybe there would be a written biography by someone, that would become famous thanks to it.  Maybe it would suit as a fairytale. Some years later, if they knew, maybe some movie would be released, in a major event, with all due pomp and circumstance. Maybe it would become a classic. And then, everyone would know... or, at least, they would think they knew. As if listening was enough to know. But they wouldn't know: they would never know! It wouldn't even cross their mind.

They would never know how it happened: everything we lived before the first time we saw each other, or how we got there - to that meeting point, to that point in our history. 

They would never have the tiniest idea how much our hearts were controlling themselves when we first glanced at each other, they would never have the tiniest idea of what our hearts guessed the first time we got closer, of what they shared during our silent smiles, of what our hearts knew about each other. I think not even we knew what was going on between the two of us: about our heart beats as they were singing in tune the most beautiful ballad; about each and every single curve, vein and shade of ours,  as if they were about to lose themselves in each other's arms and they could do it without a map.  I think only they really know what happened to us.

 

If our hearts would speak, only from them we would know the ultimate truth: only them would describe exactly every single freed feeling, chill felt, smile shared, exchanged gaze, every single tight hug, word said, impulse held and yielded wish. If our hearts would speak, then there would be a way for the world to have a slight idea of what was left to say and left to feel, of what was said over and over again and was never enough. 

And we did it so many times, and it seems like it wasn't enough: the words said, the gestures, the glances, the words, the touches, the chills, the words, the wishes, the words, the dreams... And everything would be easier if they were kept on going. And the world doesn't know: the world doesn't have the tiniest idea of what it was (and of what it is). It has no idea of what we were (what we are, what we want to be).

 

And they think they know. They really think they know. Ridiculous world, that thinks will manage to understand it somehow. Stupid world, that thinks someday will know. They don't know: they know nothing! They cannot even imagine!

 

Probably,  not even we know. Really, I think not even we knew. We couldn't, because everything was gone so fast - life ran too much and was so different. I think

They knew and they are stubborn, punishing us. Punishing us for letting them down.

I think if they would speak, only from them we would know the truth: only them would know how to confess, without messing us up, what we were, what we are and what we could be,  if the world would know just a little, if the world would help just a little, if life would be our complicit.

 

The world doesn't know, the world only fakes it - and it is bad at faking it. And time passed by, and no one will ever know... and we won't ever know, we will just wait for our hearts: we will wait for them to speak, to see each other, to touch each other, to cross each other again, some day. We will wait they will dream about each other. I hope they still want each other!

 

And the world will never know... but maybe we will... maybe one day, around there... maybe today, or tomorrow. Maybe they will be synchronized the day after tomorrow.

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