oh brave new world.

o corpo já estava frio quando o encontraram.
as três punhaladas imediatamente abaixo do coração indicavam claramente que tinha morrido de amor.
antes de morder o lábio pela última vez ainda teve tempo de dizer:
- it might sound a bloody cliché but you're the best thing that ever happened to me.

[maybe I had lied when I said I was ok
just getting along like a little song that stops to sing
and say “wild willow, windy winter
won’t you blow through me
my whole eternity”]

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state of mind: animals_cocorosie

i would love to embrace what you're offering if you really
had something to give but i understand why you're speaking
meaningless and i will let you play your game because i too prefer tragic goodbyes.

eram 5 horas e a manhã ameaçava entrar pelas frestas dos estores para acabar de vez com aquele interlúdio redentor.
- you know, if i had more time i would change the way you feel about relationships. - exclamou ela, tão segura de si como da hora da partida.
- hum...that would be difficult, i can assure you.
- i'm very persistent. - insistiu.
- and i'm very stubborn.
- see? we would get along very well.
o suor lavou os corpos e afundou-o num sono profundo, enquanto ela desaparecia levando na bagagem promessas que não podia cumprir.

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state of mind: the art of letting go_eskobar