would make all this shit worth it

a day in all of its silent strains, where effort is a pull that affects you. That pleases you. when you are finally touched by this strength you did not know, it simultaneously grabs you with such levity that the touch can't possibly be charged with power. but with grace. like something you see and mesmerizes you of how atrociously accurate it remains, how pretty - as if that moment where you've realized how pleasing can actually take form, and take you. there is light amidst this thought, and water as well. you don't shun none of these off, tis not a reflexion in your eyes that shies your sight or hinders your gaze, nor can it disturb, at all, as stepping on a puddle or getting sn unexpected splash from a passing car, at the curb, under the rain. no. the essence. the luminance and the refreshment. you linger back and arms catch, invisible limbs of velvetty sensation and equine candure toward your body. as the perfect day emerges in your mind, that it IS IN FACT taking place you lay down. fight off the cry, tears of how long you've expected this fucking thing to take place. that all the energy and pointless brain bombs you've put into the accomplishment of bliss. a song plays. a voice speaks, ever so discreet, another sings, altogether precise. that exact tone and melody you would desire hearing marching head on in ideal synchronicity with the instruments that give you balance. not too loud. realtives that have died and friends that have failed you or forgotten you, bad choices. all this melancholy. this moment is a rapture. it is a premise that would seem and feels still impossible. your face is frozen in happiness and the body is numb in lack of pain. you remember your favorite person, they smile to you. you smile back and return all of its meaning.

all this and more on a much deserved day that you desired, that YOU GET.

a lifetime in this description.

tive a ler te

encosta se a uma parede fria, por causa do calor
quando fecha os olhos em prazer o refresco e o descansativo
ve se noutro sitio
sente aquilo que experiencia sempre que acorda, aquilo que lhe é muito específico
nada novo

inserir facto da vida e/ou ensinamento absoluto da existencia

sinto me bem hoje, gostei imenso de andar durante aquele bocado.
foi imenso tempo
sim
mas foi tao bom
sim
o sol beijou nos
os passaros sorriram nos
pois foi
pois foi
tenho alguma fome
vamos comer
morangos

um fruto mais vermelho e amoroso que a minha musica de amor preferida

uma alegria palpável num ar grosso que o conhecimento nao quis possível.
adoro escrever te

encontro te no porto e trago te de volta um pequeno cafe escuro sem um infímo grao de açucar.