I met her when she was much of a woman-child. In her eyes I could see the eagerness of a newborn, wanting to feed from the world as there was no tomorrow. Soon enough I've learned she was capable of so much humanity as an orphan, and her hair, when struck by light or the wind, was the proof that God existed in each living being.
Once, I showed her the sea, and she just stood by the shore, sinking her bare feet in the sand, revolving them like in a sexy twisted veil dance. I remember as if it was today, that I kneeled down and held her foot, brought it close to me, to my chest, took off the sand of her feet and kissed them lightly. She told me she would never forget that moment, that no one had ever kissed her feet before.
There this other time, before, when she asked me to take her to a high place and when I took her to a high mount near a place called strangely the Blue Lagoon, once we climb it, I could hear her open her nostrils and absorb the surrounding wind. Next, everything stood still: all the forests at sight, filled with solitary pines and eucalyptus just stopped as to listen to the words she pronounced next, "We are gods standing in our thrones and watching the small men below." She asked me if I believed in her, and I said, without hesitating, "Of course".
Today when I think about it, I believe she was a kind of a goddess, just passing some time among us, ordinary men. The way time stopped and went back and forth and never happened at all, because of her voice; everything grown, everything shrunken, by her hands, and all was like a dream-life just for her hair and her feet. She was the wonderland I never knew. And her lips were sealed and yet they've chanted a thousand hymns of joy. Alice was my prize on earth, an angel sent to erase my sorrows and give me better tomorrows. Now, I miss her so.
Today the sky felt your absence, it turned grey and almost felt like crying wet pieces of sadness, tears for a joy that was missed.
Today woke up without the sun or the streaking sounds of birds laughing.
It was a break of dawn to remember, for as long as there is a cloud in the sky there's always a chance that it will rain and the possibilities that come along are so infinite that we hope that all fears, all shadows and mists will be washed away.
Today was the day our hearts colided, causing an invisible storm of sorrow, sprinkled with rays of lust and desire.
And who knows if tomorrow the sky will be the same?
- Poet, Modern hermit, solitude is a temple; art lover, brainiac and fixer. Personal inner development!
- Pensamento livre, mas não libertino; misantropo ma non troppo.
- Suffering of Addison Disease and ITP, among other autoimmune; rare and uncurable conditions; getting better but chronic, so it's a daily struggle for many years now; some of the reasons to be completely alone and not going out or dealing with people who harm me.
- Dark comedy rules! :) ; and as for a philosophy of life it's mainly a combination of aspects known from stoicism, ascetism, existencialism, nihilism and anarchism in its essence.
If you can't handle truth and reality just don't even get in touch, ok? thanks!