tiptoes

grab your things

do i

«Vem o sol, avança sobre os dias uma claridade que já quase ignorávamos, o calor estende-se longamente como um gato preguiçoso, é julho, quase agosto, e mesmo de gravata e afazeres ainda ao pescoço sabemos isso: que somos feitos para outros modos, que pertencemos a outros lugares. Não tem de ser necessariamente uma deslocação para outro país ou uma cidade diferente da nossa. Às vezes tudo o que nos falta é simplesmente caminhar com outro passo. É abrir a janela devagar, tendo consciência de que a abrimos. É reaprender outra qualidade para um quotidiano talvez demasiado deixado às rotinas e aos seus automatismos. É, no fundo, degustar o sabor das coisas mais simples.»

| José Tolentino Mendonça - O Hipopótamo de Deus |

and your eyes will shine through the glass of my wine

a gentle giant living in my heart

throw your arms around me

Don't you know that I'll be around to guide you

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