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Extremos.

(estava lá no blog antigo e migrou pra cá).

Sometimes I feel this weirdness: I listen to beautiful songs and I can´t help smiling huge smiles, carrying a light tenderness, as I walk alone on the streets. People give me harsh looks, disapproving. They make me feel likely to break, sickly intense, unusually vulnerable and unbalanced. But then I remember: they are lacking of passion.

I can only envy and hate someone walking so cheerful these days,when all I can do is suffocate my cries of desperation and whispers for help. Those people have even light steps – I would like to grab the feet and put there a bit of this dark anguish to share some of the weight. They smile at me and make me feel likely to break, sickly intense, unusually vulnerable and unbalanced. But then I remember: they are lacking of passion.

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