All out of a sudden, she turned away in despair. That heavy, dark, close to unimaginable despair. Then life itself seemed to be fading away in and around her, like she was going to faint - but not quite. Life became this close-to-faint, unimaginable, pastel colored blur. How could anything exist in this colorless world? How could her worlds turn into each other as easily as this? How could minutes pass by?
For now, she just couldn't understand. True courage was to live like this. And her big warm and sweet heart was shredded into pieces, painfully reminding her that it hurts. Quite a lot, for say.
For now, she just couldn't understand. True courage was to live like this. And her big warm and sweet heart was shredded into pieces, painfully reminding her that it hurts. Quite a lot, for say.
3 comments:
Very beautiful written. It was by yourself? I can't belive in it.. I have a friend that not also (Is it correct say "not also"?) can write unbeliveble good in portuguese, and now she could do the same in english.
Sometimes I have difficulty to undestand your words in portuguese, so I'll not matter about not understand in English too.
Love you!
Caca
It's difficult to add words to your post. For now, all I can say is that I'm glad you sent me the directions to this space of yours.
By the way, great english, girls! Sorry for mine. At least I have an excuse: I'm in an Italian computer, hearing German and desperatly trying to improve my French.
Beijo!
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