Rain

"Fator universal do transformismo
Filho da teleológica matéria
Na superabundância ou na miséria
Verme - é o seu nome obscuro de batismo"
 - Augusto dos Anjos


I was just sitting there. Listening to the sound of the rain. Smelling it. Alone. It was beautiful. The rain. However, at some point I wished it to end soon. The rain. It was keeping locked there. I don't like to be locked. But, the rain lasted hours. Days. Years.
In the end the rain was a broken mirror. It was not beautiful anymore.
I was broken.
Locked.

05.03.2015

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  1. Curti demais a analogia! De verdade comecei o textinho pensando em chuva de verdade, e como está chovendo aqui no Rio tbm, com aquele tempo bem xícara de chocolate quente, combinou demais com o que eu sinto interiormente ultimamente! Bjos :*

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