Tempo de Lindo

E em horas que não te pertencem eu te faço presente.
Surrounded by yellow in an old platform, I feel the air touching my neck.

And smiling I pause for (Started may 23 at 1:16 pm. Continued June 1 at 2:53 pm) a frame, a still frame of compassion for what is out of my skin.

You.

(Continued June 2 at 6:56 pm)

I sit on a couch in a place that doesn't belong to me.

I put my legs up on a table and I let what crosses my eyes to guide what moves my fingers to play poems to the loyalty I keep to what I feel.

When I set my heart free, I found space for some clarity and now my fairy tale became real.

And it was by speaking out what i felt that it flew from me.

Thank you for listening.

Now, with all so quiet, there is lightness again.

I like what only silence can say.

It resets the contradictions I so much love.

It makes alright to go away just to arrive where we started.

I had a dream last night and I was half awake.

On that precise moment I was blessed with the understading of the continuity of everything.

Now I know that if I breath deep enough you will be so close I could suffocate...
I write this for you and I'm happy.

Every time you see me sad, do not worry...

I am just digging the hole deeper so I can fit all the glad drops life spreads around us.

It is also there where I can put the happiness we invent randomly on the corners of silly special moments.

(Continued June 5, 7:34 pm)

And just silly as it is, I keep digging and breathing deep, grabbing drops here and there...

Lindo!