If you take my hand, we can go through life until we get to where the sun goes . . .
Atraversiamo? I admit that it is not a word that I take into account, but when you mentioned it, it woke up my memory, I think it was a blow for you, referring to one of my favorite movies, has it worked for you?
- It takes a miserable job to maintain a relationship.
- Unrelated!The one who softens his legs.
- Squeezes his chest.
- Makes the kiss always like the first.
- With the plus of experience and tricks to make this kiss worthwhile.
- Unrelated? But he who makes bold plans.
- The one who truly loves.
- In health and sickness.
- In wealth and poverty.
- For love has nothing to do with it.
And when it takes work, we get in the way, don’t we?When I tremble with writing, I want to go out and wrap the paper and throw it away, restart a new sheet, without the elements. I wish relationships were like that. I think for many they are, that’s why a lot of relationships are so short.
But when you care, can’t you just go out and start over?A new sheet, every time you blur the old one, can’t you also erase the error?We fix it and move on.
And do I want a blurry, scribbled relationship full of repairs and repairs?I don’t want to. I want to do everything that’s cute, so that when I reread it I don’t find so many mistakes that end up making the story ugly in sight and to the touch. The stains damage the beauty of the letters, if there are many, it will not look like a story, but a draft.
Atraversiamo? “We will cross, we will move forward, we will allow the new, without fear?”
And if it’s no longer easy to deal with a relationship, what happens when it forces us to move on, take risks, find the new one without fear.
Not just any relationship, but one like ours, where attractiveness could easily be our slogan.
I don’t know how we are not afraid. I don’t know how to get rid of the old armor, full of traces of previous experiences, full of unfulfilled expectations, how to reach out and walk on water with a stranger who suddenly invites us to go through life without fear. Do you know how we do it? I do not know?
I thought you knew. When you invited me, I was sure you had a life raft equipped, a survival kit, that you were a human compass, with all the answers, that you could support me and that I could fail. calling me to cross. You and I needed protection, too. And he thought I had an equipped life raft, a survival team, that could guide you and give you answers.
We discovered, together, that to attract our way, we would have a lot of work to do, if we took off the clothes that hid our bodies full of scars and imperfections and showed each other naked, perceive the flaws that clothes camouflaged, know. fear, insecurity, such or such disappointment and learning to love?Oh? Love is not what passion says. Love, it hurts. And it’s scary, beyond satisfaction.
Go or stay. Don’t break, go or stay. This is what couples decide when they decide they want to be together.
Stay, comfort zone. Know the flaws, the qualities, think, breathe, do not argue, do not dare, do not cross this fine line between serenity and intensity. Serene love lives in Rua da Zona de Conforto, without a number, in the district of Isso Vai Longe. Home, work, friends, barbecue on weekends, kids, dog, cat, lunch at mother-in-law’s house, golden birthday.
Come on, Cross, Dangerous Zone. Know the flaws, the qualities, reflect, breathe, argue, dare, cross the fine line of serenity and live the intensity. An intense love lives in Rua da Coragem, without number, in the neighborhood of memorable memories: house (or not), work (without slavery), friends (only the best), barbecue (who knows, or a picnic, a bike ride, a walk, a sunset, a bottle of wine), children, dog, cat, fleeing their mother-in-law, bridal breeze, as are daily celebrations.
“That he is not immortal since he is called, but infinite for as long as he lasts. Do you agree, Vinicius de Moraes?”
I thought you knew nothing! You don’t know anything, you’ve come to discover with me how we cross to get there on this horizon, where the sun sets, and then we start walking, moving forward, experiencing the new, taking risks, not being afraid.
I got it all wrong. Every attempt to get things right accumulates mistakes, and our story already has its blurs, but they have not eliminated the beauty of the letters that go on our pages, for me the doodle only show that we live so intensely, taking risks, allowing us.
Wedding breeze? Durable with this infinity intensity, as we cross the nostra strada.
I don’t know anything either? But if you take my hand, can we walk the rest of our lives to this horizon, all the way to where the sun goes?