azul-férias (+)

(mantra:
- Eu não tenho que
nada
por duas semanas).

Sim, finalmente o +plus deste post!!
Eu e o Digo, meu irmão, saltamos juntos, mas eu preferi o salto dele, que foi lindo e solto..
*(é, eu tirei onda de que matei o medo, mas fiquei em pânico o tempo todo).

maria

I (sure) am.

The room was a set up.
Every detail smelled like bad intention. The supermarket green apple candle; the old yellow, fish printed, bed sheet covering the window; the new quilt cover; and the side lamp which was now fixed with a band-aid.

He lit the candle, turned off the light - and turned on the cd player, from where Barry White’s voice came out – just like a hot caramel syrup to that cheap, but yet delicious, vanilla ice-cream scenario I was about to fall into.

I knew I shouldn’t - but it was hopeless.
I knew we had to trust one another again.
But I didn’t mean that poor little trust that says ‘I love you, you love me’ anymore.
I meant the kind of trust that just makes you sure.

Again I could smell the apple scent from the candles.
As said, the evidence was everywhere.
I smiled, as in ‘I know what you have prepared’.
And I asked:
- Are you sure about that?

maria sanz martins

Like all magnificent things,

it’s very simple.

O céu não pára,
(eu acho lindo).

maria