Coração
Coração
Do alto do céu, Ele olha em teus olhos. Vê o que ninguém vê, O brilho esquecido, A dor que em silêncio não cede.
Sinto um peso no peito, O eco de uma ausência sem nome, Uma ferida sem cura, Alguém sem solução.
Eu cruzaria o mundo, Daria meu sangue, Seria teu pão. Já não posso ser menos Do que Deus pediu de mim.
Ser assim, Um tanto diferente, Um risco na maré, Um passo além da linha. E mesmo que me tentem calar, Sonharei mais alto. Terei algo a te dar.
Nem que tenha de dar Meu sangue, Minha carne, Minha última prece. Pois sei que tu podes mais. Sempre mais.
Mas me pergunto, Quem, do alto do céu, Fez do vento um anjo? Quem o moldou Para salvar minha dor?
Ele fala, mas não o ouço, Sussurra, mas temo entender. E se um dia se for, O que restará de mim?
Mesmo se o céu for azul, Se as nuvens dançarem livres, Algo em mim será cinza.
Mas um anjo me diz: "Há tanto a fazer, Tanto a dar, Para tornar alguém feliz."
E eu, Que já não durmo cedo, Que luto contra meus próprios fantasmas, Ainda rezo. Pois as palavras não têm fim, E se Deus não muda, Alguém mudará por mim.
Dar força a quem desiste, Dar fé a quem persiste, Desfazer a maldade, Firmar o perdão.
E mesmo que tudo se desfaça, Que tudo seja ilusão, Ainda há algo que resiste: A força do teu coração.
Já não tiro mais fotos, Já não busco respostas. Se tudo vem do nada, Que sou eu, então?
Peço mil dias de perdão, E ainda assim, Persiste em mim A força do meu coração.
Não há mais jeito... É o meu talento... Despeço-me de mim mesmo E entrego a quem quiser. Eu sou um. E por isso, Eu vivo.
A ti. A ti. A ti. A ti.
O amor floresce como uma flor de verão, Breve, intensa, Indomável.
Penso, falo, sigo, faço, Como o vento, sem pouso certo. Arrasto ilusões, Desfaço mentiras.
E se tudo me for tirado, Se o que desejo se apagar, Movo minha própria alma E sigo meu coração.
Não é fácil. Mas há de ser feito.
Penso, falo, sigo, faço, Como se nunca fosse chegar. Tento, canto, caio de cansaço. Onde está o céu?
Penso, falo, sigo, refaço, O amor há de resistir. Pois é da fé que vive em mim.
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I changed a lot of stuff...
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Fuck that.
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It's a simple one, but Goshhhhh did I worry about the pain.
And it was like, super comfy pain level. Honestly. Maybe I had too many bad experiences in life (and I did), many of them involving horrible pain levels, but really...
Like, every time I have to do a lab exam, the nurses can't take my blood easily. They fumble, they insert the needle like 7 times, and with the needle inside my skin they move it like it's a Carnaval of sorts.
That's waaaay more painful than tattoos.
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Ao no Exorcist (most enjoyable angst for a queer teen)
Deadman Wonderland (I enjoyed it so much!)
Cherry Magic (cute cute cute)
07 Ghost (I loved it very much when I was a teen, but I remember nothing now)
Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicles (I was in only for the gays, Fye and Kurochan)
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Welcome! 🗝☕🕰📜🎞🖋️ I'm a Brazilian disabled author. Instagram @fred.wendelin
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