“I’m in a hurry, a lot of things interest me.” I came across this simple phrase that has enormous meaning, in a caption from an old photo. As a child, I was in a hurry. Hurry for life to happen, hurry for the future to arrive. What future? I do not know. I never knew. It was more of a feeling that something wonderful was going to happen. And it happened? can someone ask me. Yes, it happened, many important and extraordinary things that if they said that I would live, I would never believe. Today this rush is still latent in my heart but it has a different weight. Hurry what? Hurry for what? What’s missing? What do I so long for the future? Do I know that the future is built today?
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Some write for art, language, literature. These, yes, are the good ones. I only write to make cuddles. And because I had to find a way to stretch my arms. And narrow distances. And find the birds: there are many distances in me (and a great shyness). Some write great works. I only write notes to hide them, carefully, under the doors. Rita Apoena https://linktr.ee/AlineGuedes1 View all posts by rascunho-draft