ontem foi um dia diferente. dia sem estágio, dia de matar saudades do P. e companhia, dia de música logo de manhã. a manhã toda. sabe bem fazer tempo, esticar compromissos e coisas fazer. afastá-los da mesma maneira como se afastam para os lados as folhas que preenchem os tampos das secretárias, deixar espaço a meio e enchê-lo, ou deixar vazio. Fui ao careca, já nao ía há um bom tempo, e comi croissants. que delícia! conheci pessoas novas, assisti a um casamento fulminante, tive a ajuda de amigos com quem também não estava há tempo demais e tem sido bom o encontro, a ajuda, a disponibilidade e boa onda de sempre.vi muitos cães e gatos porque estive aqui, apanhei sol na cara. reuniram-se mais amigos num lanche, depois num jantar. o dia parecia não acabar nunca e eu deixei-o estar, de mansinho.
dear Sophia, it's really late. I've just arrived home after a dinner at my grandma's house. she's still so special. everyone ate a lot, we talked about old friends, ourselves when we were growing up. there are always stories about africa. we are all so linked there, so many miles away and yet. we talked about you, alexis and darril. and also about the bulldogs that my uncle used to have and were pretty awfull and scary. I was really afraid of them, but one day I grabbed a horn and chased them trough the garden until they were crying with the noise. never bothered me again. we also mentioned cape town and pretoria, your house, your family, I remember you so dearly it's hard to say. you were my friend and were a bit like me. you thaught me english and had the patiente enough to hear me reading, laughing out loud in a bed full of animals and pillows that we throwed until they reached the ceiling, you knew the piano but hated it. you knew everybody and everything so wel
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