Numa quarta-feira a tarde

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O mundo sorri

ou lhe dá as costas

numa quarta-feira a tarde

Sem avisar, sem se antecipar,

sem se anunciar,

sem pudor, tremor our temor

Numa quarta-feira a tarde

Não na direção dos seus olhos

Não na atenção dos seus ouvidos

Não no perímetro dos seus cuidados

Não nas proteções do seu coração

O mundo lhe acaricia

e se distancia

numa quarta-feira a tarde

Boas e más notícias

preferem uma quarta-feira a tarde

Sim, você o ve

Sim, você o ouve
Sim, você o percebe

Sim, você o sente

O mundo numa quarta-feira a tarde

Numa quarta-feira a tarde

Você me viu indo embora

Numa quarta-feira a tarde

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Lines

Real, imaginary

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Lines

Natural, created

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Lines

Imposed, learned

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Lines

Chosen, polished

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Lines
Confusing, risky

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Lines

Border, limits

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Lines

Distance, safety

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Lines

Subtle, tenuous

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Lines

Between sides

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Lines

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Sometimes

Lines need to be crossed

to trigger your decision
Sometimes

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Lines

Sometimes

Lines

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Lines
Crossed back

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Lines
Left behind

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Lines
Not without costs

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Between sides

Lines

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I would not look behind....

Then, I opened my eyes. It was dark and slightly cold. I found my way to the bathroom. There was a pair of glasses in the sink and there was a contact lens case just next to it. I starred at my face in the mirror for five seconds and then decided to make my way out. I crossed the living room, and got my coat which was just laying next to a nice guitar. Then, I closed the door behind me and ran towards the exit. In the streets there were still some drunk people, and I could hear the loud music coming from the clubs. The world had apparently not stopped for me. And I wouldn't stop for it either. Ten minutes later I was far away and would not look behind. "Breath in, breath out", I repeated to myself, while trying to keep my mind clean. And I would not look behind.