When I am lonely for boys it’s their bodies I miss. I study their hands lifting the cigarettes in the darkness of the movie theaters, the slope of a shoulder, the angle of a hip. Looking at them sideways, I examine them in different lights. My love for them is visual: that is the part of them I would like to possess. Don’t move, I think. Stay like that, let me have that.
Você me tirou um sorriso neste fim de domingo ao falar algo tão bonito! Posso dizer que a poesia é como uma amiga que realmente caminha há muito tempo ao meu lado, me ensinando a (sobre)viver mesmo em tempos difíceis. E seu blog, então? De uma delicadeza enorme.
Sempre será bem vinda, boa semana pra ti!
Learn to know people. Watch their facial expressions, watch the way their body twists and bends. Listen to their laughter, listen to the way their voice cracks when they’re upset. Find their weakness, their broken points, their darkness. Find their light. Find the things unique to them. Ask them about their childhood, ask them about their favorite place to read, ask them what their last words would be if they could choose. Know them.