ALONE

She walked down the streets, while analysing her feelings. Months, she thought. It had been months and it still felt like she was just going through the first week. Was he still thinking about her? Did he miss her smell, their tight hug? She remembered when they used to laugh together in the car, or when they played under the duvet. She turned around. Wishing didn't bring people closer, and she figured that was the way she would be for a long time... alone.

SOZINHA

Andava pelas ruas, enquanto analisava o que sentia. Meses, pensou. Já havia passado por meses e ainda era como se atravessasse apenas a primeira semana. Será que ele ainda pensava nela? Será que sentia falta do cheiro, do abraço apertado? Lembrou de quando gargalhavam juntos no carro, ou quando brincavam embaixo das cobertas. Olhou para o lado. Desejar não trazia as pessoas para perto e percebeu que esse era o jeito como seguiria por um bom tempo. Sozinha.

FOTOGRAFIA

Aguardava o rapaz da revelação voltar. Ansiosa, balançava os pés, imaginando as fotos. Havia cansado de olhar imagens no computador. Fotos são memórias para pegar com as mãos, pensou. E assim foi. Reveladas, pareciam ter mais cor. Contraste. Sentimentos. Reviveu momentos que pareciam infinitos e decidiu: a parede ia virar mural. Agora, quando a saudade aperta, escolhe uma para amassar entre as lágrimas. Tô mais perto, ela susurra.

PHOTOGRAPHY

She was waiting for the photos to be developed. Eagerly, she dangled her feet, imagining the pictures ready. She had grown  tired of looking at images on the computer. "Pictures are memories you want to hold in your hands" she thought. And so it was. Once developed, they seemed to have more colour, contrast, feelings. She relived precious moments that seemed infinite for a second, and then decided: her wall was going to become a mural. Now, when longing hits its peak, she chooses one of them to hug between tears. "I miss you", she whispers.