redemption

LOVE is anterior to life,
Posterior to death,
Initial of creation, and
The exponent of breath.

thy wrists are holy which are the keepers of the keys of thy blood

Call off the search for your soul...

or put it on hold again

I wish I could afford

This is hidden love
Something that we used to play
Running up and down the stairs
Kisses down the porch

How do we spoke?
Settled all the basic terms
And figured out the limit age
For this love to stop

O oh, I wish I could afford your stupid charm, your stupid voice
O oh, I wish I could afford your stupid charm, your stupid voice

This is clumsy love
Something that we cannot race
Confusing as a burning chest
Competing for the crown

How do we spoke?
Ohhh, for this love to stop

O oh, I wish I could afford your stupid charm, your stupid voice
Oh, your stupid voice

O oh, I wish I could afford your stupid charm, your stupid
Ahhh ohh, I could afford your stupid charm, your stupid voice
O ho, I wish I could afford your stupid charm, your stupid voice

| john michael, russian red |

he who forgets will be destined to remember

When I say nothing, I say everything

intensamente

“Extinguish my eyes, I'll go on seeing you.
Seal my ears, I'll go on hearing you.
And without feet I can make my way to you,
without a mouth I can swear your name.

Break off my arms, I'll take hold of you
with my heart as with a hand.
Stop my heart, and my brain will start to beat.
And if you consume my brain with fire,
I'll feel you burn in every drop of my blood.”

― Rainer Maria Rilke

Arrhythmia, accepted that you live with one certainty

you gave me this

what if

e quando o coração também brilha?

há amores e há amores maiores. que se colam à pele e ao movimento. que permanecem para lá das rotinas e dos afazeres. amores que se cruzam num caminho e que, deliberadamente, escolhemos para a vida. conscientes de que seremos melhores numa soma. há amores que nos deixam tranquilos porque sabem o seu lugar. ficam. e ficam. sabendo que é um privilégio a sua existência. cheers*

I can't think about that right now. If I do, I'll go crazy. I'll think about that tomorrow.

da série 'há músicas que salvam dias'

it's all smooth sailing from here on out

Jesus don't want me for a sunbeam

Quando aqui não estás o que nos rodeou põe-se a morrer

Quando aqui não estás 

o que nos rodeou põe-se a morrer 

a janela que abre para o mar 

continua fechada só nos sonhos 

me ergo 

abro-a 

deixo a frescura e a força da manhã 

escorrem pelos dedos prisioneiros 

da tristeza 

acordo 

para a cegante claridade das ondas 

um rosto desenvolve-se nítido 

além 

rasando o sal da imensa ausência 

uma voz

quero morrer

com uma overdose de beleza

e num sussurro o corpo apaziguado

perscruta esse coração

esse

solitário caçador

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