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Pan demónio
melancholic madness
It’s a tragedy
perpetual sunrise
The chest where i keep my hopes and dreams
murmúriosamar-te em sussurros
tão real como o vento
Time
Life is not made by minutes
But by feelings and toughts
apricitywe found the sun
and the winter came warmer
when I see you out there, I remember that you said to me once that the point of a garden is not simply to keep it, but to tend it. I didn’t know enough about love then to have the faintest idea what you meant by that. I do now.—29 Aug 2024
slow morningsoh god it’s wonderful
to get out of bed
and drink too much tea
and smoke too many cigarettes
and love you so muchSep 2024
iI woke up,
feeling oh so blue
frozen
and then, I ran away,
to the place where the fairies meet and dance.It was the great escape
each step
sweet weariness
And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair
The leaves rustled
They passed through the trees and rocks and streams,
silent and unseen.
The clouds filled methen it started raining.I guess the sky wanted to cry with me today.2024
moonlight's umbrathe moon has known me all my life
a silent companion when no one's around
together we mourn the sky
so tragically beautiful, afar,
a graveyard full of stars.in this place, it’s just us, no disguise
my lonely friend, a mute excuse
together we travel through unknown seas,
seekingfacing the tides of the night as they rise.can you understand me, love me a
little now?in this cosmic soirée, so vast, yet so gentle
in the depht of the night, where stars fall,
together we savor each bite of this sweet delight
filled by dreams, and the promise of dawn
so let's dance 'til the time comes2024