quinta-feira, 11 de dezembro de 2008

Words of 5am

Posted in , , by Bruno Marconi da Costa | Edit

Even if the life is going well, there is something in the other side. I remember now the times we used to take the streets together, raining and running across every alley we knew so well.

Hand in hand, sometimes searching for shelter from the rain, sometimes stoping in the middle of the street to share some heat with a burning kiss. I ran to leave you home without worry about the future.

But now you're gone. And senseless, reasonless, you're not here, not even talking or smiling. I felt this way exactly once, before, but what hurts is that I don't have a clue of what is really happining.

Maybe all this feeling of emptiness that you left inside me can be told by only one word. What was it, anyway? Ah!... The word is saudade.