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Lembrete

Gosto de observar pessoas em aeroportos e imaginar suas idas e vindas. É que sou clichê e crio histórias desde as janelas de luzes acesas em prédios, até passageiros que rodam o país. Daqui vejo um pôr do sol bonito em tons de azul e laranja. Eu poderia torná-lo fotografia, mas a câmera do celular não é capaz de captar as nuances que me encantam nesse minuto exato. Vezenquando é necessário eternizar o momento, ainda que numa nota mal elaborada.

Olhe o ruído ao redor. Há espera em cada ponta, vê? Existe alguém que quer ir e, do outro lado, alguém que aguarda a chegada. Famílias seguirão suas rotinas e amores encontrarão o caminho. O que terá na janta? Quais serão as novidades? Talvez eu finalmente comece aquele livro esquecido na estante. Nos perdemos em frivolidades que tornam o bonito banal. Me vejo perdendo momentos todo o tempo, porque o pouco me toma, porque penso demais. Os detalhes aparecem quando não prestamos a devida atenção.

Agora vejo o céu se perder em azul escuro e o instante soa bonito. Penso que você gostaria. Haveria uma fotografia que me vejo incapaz de imaginar, mas você nota e faz e mostra. É bonito como seus enquadramentos simples, quase sou capaz de ver. Essas andanças ao redor me deixam ansiosa para estar em casa só pra te contar desses devaneios. Mesmo aqui, do outro lado, você é meu pedaço mais bonito. Hoje foi mais um dia em que o céu me trouxe você.

G.

resto la mattina a casa per portarmi avanti con lo studio e poi passo i minuti guardando fuori dalla finestra con la testa poggiata sulle ginocchia in preda alle fantasie erotiche

to b, my blue-eyed boy,

so it’s clear, you only texted me, telling me to ‘stop talking about you’ because you saw me with my boyfriend today. you thought you could accuse me of doing exactly what you did to me.

ha. nope. i won’t be your punching bag ever again.

you’re right. we were better off never knowing each other at all. i wrote you a short letter for the end of the year, but im just going to throw it away now. all you did was tear me apart. you don’t deserve any more of my words. i am so much happier without you. but i lied when i said i’ve forgotten about you. you changed things for me, and incapable of erasing it all.

i wish i could.

thank god i won’t see you for a few months after tomorrow.

im sorry for existing and that it went the way it’s gone. goodbye darling.

thank you for leading me to someone that sees what im truly worth.

~g, no longer your red-haired girl

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Once upon a time, in the hidden heart of France, a handsome young prince lived in a beautiful castle. Although he had everything his heart desired, the prince was selfish and unkind. He taxed the village to fill his castle with the most beautiful objects, and his parties with the most beautiful people. Then one night, an unexpected intruder arrived at the castle, seeking shelter from the bitter storm. As a gift, she offered the prince a single rose. Repulsed by her haggard appearance, the prince turned the woman away. But she warned him not to be deceived by appearances, for beauty is found within. When he dismissed her again, the old woman’s outward appearance melted away, to reveal a most beautiful enchantress. The prince begged her for forgiveness. But it was too late, for she had seen that there was no love in his heart. As punishment, she transformed him into a hideous beast, and placed a powerful spell on the castle and all who lived there. As days bled into years, the prince and his servants were forgotten by the world, for the enchantress had erased all memory of them from the minds of the people they loved. But the rose she had offered was truly an enchanted rose. If he could learn to love another and earn their love in return by the time the last petal fall, the spell would be broken. If not, he would be doomed to remain a beast for all time. As the years passed, he fell into despair and lost all hope. For who could ever learn to love a beast?