You know...
I think when we die you'll be the ghost that
    comes back to recall nice things, moments and people;
I'll be the one that comes back to haunt who has done me harm.
By now, you stand up to seize new sweet experiences
while I stand up to exorcize past bitter ones.                                             -CN
We're basically different.                                                                   
I love you for you're not like me, I love the way you are.                      I die, you die.                    
You are light: light which sometimes surrounds me                      Damn... I'm still alive.
    and makes me feel better. Thanx.                                           I cry, you hide.                          
(12/27/98)                                                          I miss looking at your eyes
                                                              And wish you had never been mine. 
  
                                                                              Passionate crime.
                                                                    To end it off with cyanide.
                                                                           Nothing left behind:
    Plenitude de idéia extenua-se na realidade.                             I'd die, you'd die.
    Pleno, meu tempo com você parece quimérico.                           Damn... I hate rhyme.
            Terei, de fato, lhe beijado?                                                       
             Gostaria de haver beijado...                                       (October, 1998)
                Gostaria de beijar... 
                Ou gostei de beijar?
     Memórias já não se distinguem de vontade.
E o tempo em que estive com você torna-se improvável,                        Aqui jaz
     (ilusório, como o em que estarei com você.                         UM AMOR NATIMORTO
                                                                 Y 14/07/2001  -  V 14/07/2001
                         (novembro, 1998)                                                        




To  L.F.  a.k.a. “S…”,

I wouldn´t miss you if I were to see you no more,
But I´d be happy ever after if I were to have you.  







Note: the Wall of Digressions in no way means to be poetic.


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