Pirâmide com olho, pena de pavão.
Trova no sistema, tenho sete dândis na minha mão.
(Coleção de textos escritos por mim desde 2009)
I like to make people happy, even though I’m actually burying their family.Share
He was tall, taller than me, walking erect in the woods, grabbing the trees. He was angry. I sort of could feel it and it excited me. I was hidden, a bit scared and watching him. Scaraed that he could be an illusion, watching his movements. I sighed when the sunset light touched his red hair. He was fire. My knees were weak and I couldn’t breath properly. I felt tears in my eyes… He stopped nd took a sit in the middle of the glade. I could feel my heart willing to be his heart. yet, I didn’t know how to introduce me. He closed his eyes, leaned his head back and touched his chest. Was he ill? Was he sad? What did he think last night when he went to bed?
When I came back from my dreaminess, he was touching himself.. It was pretty… a pretty view. His mouth was a bit open his stomach going up and down accordingly to his breath rythm, spread legs, strong hands. I felt… like stars, like magic, like a disease. I wanted to spread myself over him. For days I desired that, always watching him, from my spot in the trees.
For the first time I allowed myself to join him in that play. My hands found myself wet and warm. I moaned. My voice was rough, dry, weak. I couldn’t close my eyes. He was almost reaching the paradise of his own. I rushed to join him in heaven. I wasn’t aware, though, of how loud I could get, but I didn’t care. I was gasping… I closed my eyes and saw stars, I saw gods… They spoke to me. I heard noises of sticks being ripped and I wasn’t even caring about that. I was still softly moaning. My breasts going up and down within my own deep breathing.
I came and when I did, I felt a hand around my throat and fingers grabbing the wrist close to my pubic bone. I thought of screaming, but instead I heard myself still moaning… I wanted him. I opened my eyes and saw a pair of blue pearls in front of me. “Hello” he said. “I got you now”. He smiled and I wanted to die. I was confused and wet, my body was trembling and my mind was lost. “Who… Who are you?” I finally asked. He came closer, and looking into my eyes he put his fingers inside of me aaand said “I’m yours”.Share
Eu sonhei com alguma coisa ontem. Sonhei sim. Algo que não consigo lembrar. Mas sabe quando você levanta de manhã, e as coisas ainda estão ali? Alguns sussurros ficaram, como uma névoa, atordoando minha mente cansada. Considero muito irônico não lembrar meus sonhos, porque toda noite eu queria que eles virassem realidade. Ah, se eu pudesse apenas dormir pra sempre, e os dias virassem noites sem fim, até que as horas me consumissem… Por mais que eu tente pôr as coisas pra funcionar, nada dá certo. Eu me sinto perdida, numa barca a deriva, guinando em direção a um paredão de tédio, sem perspectiva. Acho que a vida não é assim tão bonita, acho que não há esperanças para desgarrados como eu. Acho que tudo vai acabar, sem mais nem menos, como ondas no mar. Clichê ? Não. É Sea Biscuit. Biscoito de mar é assim, vaporoso e etéreo, um nada atrás do outro.Share
Ela sorria quando pensava nele. Seus olhos ardiam e ela não conseguia parar de rir. Existia um certo apelo mágico na relação dos dois, e ela não conseguia esquecer o quanto tinha esperado por aquilo. Sentia que o amava, que o queria, que poderia ser feliz com ele. Gostava de ser imaginar amando-o para sempre.Share