A minha Andorinha

Morfologia da saudade…

“…Loneliness smells like cinnamon and cherries cooking in a pot, I fancy a gentleman tipped his hat to me and offered me tea and his arm. I think I want a life in woolly sweaters, to cut birds out of apples and play chess on stormy nights, with the stars painted on the ceiling above us. I’d like to be taught to play the accordion, think how nice it would be in a house on rails, a train compartment in beige and red. Oh, I got lost inside my head again, I shouldn’t, I shouldn’t…”

feathers have replaced my bones…

“Ama-se pelo cheiro, pelo mistério, pela paz que o outro lhe dá, ou pelo tormento que lhe provoca. Ama-se pelo tom de voz, pela maneira que os olhos piscam, pela fragilidade que se revela quando menos se espera.”

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Porquê?

Fizeram-te de algodão, açúcar e perfume e eu, … nunca fiz senão sonhar
És amor dos pés á cabeça
Porquê? (…)

- J. M Torrado