wait for summer to come

“We rip out so much of ourselves to be cured of things faster than we should that we go bankrupt by the age of thirty and have less to offer each time we start with someone new. But to feel nothing so as not to feel anything... what a waste!” Andre Aciman, Call Me by Your Name


Elvas

Sente-se a voz

Celebrei em Portugal e frustrei-me em Portugal
Vi sucessos e fracassos, fiz amigos sem igual
Vagueei por Portugal com assombro ancestral
Quando chegue a minha hora seja terra em Portugal