I miss everything that marked my life. When I see pictures, when I feel smells, when I hear a voice, when I remember the past, I miss you. I miss friends that I never saw, people with whom I spoke or crossed. I miss my childhood, my first love, my second, third, last and those that I got, if God wants. I miss this, I didnt enjoy at all, remembering the past and investing in the future. I miss the future, if idealized, probably will not be the way I think it will be. I miss who left me and who I left! Who said youd come and not appeared; who came running, without knowing me right, who will never have the opportunity to meet. I miss those who are gone and who didnt say goodbye right! Of those who did not have how to say good-bye; of people who passed on the sidewalk opposite of my life and I just saw a glimpse. I miss things I had and other that I had but wanted to have. I miss things that Im not even sure existed. I miss things serious, hilarious things, of cases of experiences. I miss the little dog that I had a day and that he loved me faithfully, as only dogs are capable of doing. I miss the books I read and that made me travel. I miss the discs that I heard and that made me dream. I miss the things I lived and that I missed, without making out in full. How many times I find I dont know what ... dont know where ... to rescue something that I dont even know what it is and not where I lost ... see the world spinning and think it could be feeling homesick in Japanese, in Russian, in Italian, in English ... but my longing, that I was born in Brazil, speaks only Portuguese, although deep down, can be multilingual. In fact, they say that they always use the language fatherland, spontaneously when we are desperate ... to counting money ... make love ... declare strong feelings no matter where in the world we are. I believe that a simple I miss you or whatever we can translate saudade in another language, you will never have the same force and meaning of our word. Maybe not express correctly the immense lack that feel of things or loved ones. And thats why I have more Miss. Because I found a Word to use every time when I feel this chest tightness, a little nostalgic, a little hot, but it works better than a vital signal when it wants to speak of life and feelings. She is unequivocal proof that we are sensitive. That love each other very much what we had and we regret the good things we lost throughout our existence.
Posted on: Fri, 25 Oct 2013 16:31:27 +0000
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