It's coming. Hours seem to pass faster, days last longer, all at the same. Thoughts do not respect a logical order, they just want to flow, either to the tropical slice of heaven where feet long to step, or to the starry sky of the cold town where fate pushed all sensations to their edges. And yet, lost in between feelings and emotional souvenirs, it seems the trip will never be over. You wish it kept this way, the sweet expectation of an endless journey.
A melhor parte de partir é sentir que querem lhe ver ficar.
A melhor parte de partir é sentir que querem lhe ver ficar.
