O amor subiu na árvore. Foi um teste.
Foi pra ver se era à prova de tombos.
Devagarinho o dia morreu, sangrando laranja e cinza. Tudo tão diferente dentro do mesmo contexto, dentro de tão pouco tempo.
Eu lhes vejo em breve. Mais difícil falar no plural.
O laranja virou anil e caíram pontos de prata. As mãos ficaram abanando, sem saber onde se colocar.
E o amor se sentiu um pássaro que pousou sobre os fios de luz, feito um equilibrista.
- Renata Peres
- i saw the future once. i was drunk in a phone booth, my eyes were wet and red but i could not tell what was said. it's not easy talk about me.i mean, it's not easy for me. sometimes i just keep my head up, looking at the mirror, but the mirror doesn't say a thing. honestly, i like to think that i improve every life that i touch, if only slightly, even if it's only for a brief second with a joke or a nice compliment. wow, i hope that's alright say these stuffs here cuz i know that a good part of all, unfortunally is not true. damn it. why don't we get drunk and talk about...comets?
