Talvez seja neste pedaço de papel que a resposta esteja, talvez seja aquilo que eu preciso que está em falta, talvez seja aquilo que te dou e que nunca recebo, aquilo que não tenho entre as mãos e que me dói tanto no peito que não palpita e nos olhos que não choram. Espero que saibas que sou eu que aqui estou, que sou amor nos teus braços mas sou só eu fora deles. Um dia vais perder a lua a contar as estrelas, as tuas pequenas liberdades instantâneas, aquilo que te apetece contar no momento. Um dia vais chegar a casa, àquela que achavas ser minha e tua e eu não vou mais estar à tua espera, eu não vou mais ser a tua lua que nunca foi tua prioridade. E um dia dodô, um dia eu vou ser o céu inteiro de alguém.
Call me by you name
“You two had a beautiful friendship. Maybe more than a friendship. And I envy you. In my place, most parents would wish the whole thing go away… And pray their sons land on their feet. But… I am not such a parent.” We rip out so much of ourselves to be cured of things faster that we go bankrupt by the age of thirty and have less to offer each time we start with someone new. But to make yourself feel nothing so as not to feel anything — what a waste! Have I spoken too much? Then let me say one more thing. It’ll clear the air. I may have come close, but I never had what you two have. Something always held me back or stood in the way. How you live your life is your business, just remember, our hearts and our bodies are given to us only once. And before you know it, your heart is worn out, and, as for your body, there comes a point when no one looks at it, much less wants to come near it. Right now, there’s sorrow, pain. Don’t kill it and with it the joy you’ve felt.”
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