so there she is. standing right in front of me. right in front of me. and that's all i have. staring at me. breathing at me. at me. her eyes. such a pure caricature of beauty and innocence. and my eyes. both like a deep, deep hole, showing my mind. in front of her. and there, inside my mind, only the caos. because all of her beauty pushes me under the surface. besides, all her pureness scaries me out. until the bones. and then, after my inner caos, the world was mine. and that's all i have. her. and the world. when the sepia sun was going down into the dense bluish river, spreading warm colours on our bodies, i gave the world to her. all i wanted in return was her soul, her adoration, her prismic innocence. she opened a tender smile and then i was born again. i was hopefully sure that all the warm sepia and soft blue had filled my caos with joy. she turned her pale face - world in her hands - to me, and i could swear that i saw her essence. she smiled once again. i smiled back, knowing this was the very first time i've ever smiled in my entired life. she turned her back to me. she raised her left arm and waved. she waved. (she, she). not to me, 'cause she was looking to the opposite direction. the young lady - who was blessed by myself - walked away with the world. left me alone, completely sepia and blue.
i saw her essence. and it is black.


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esse texto eu escrevi no papel, durante alguma aula não-tão-útil do trimestre passado. não sei ao certo se gosto dele, mas me agrada a sensação de "turbilhão de emoções" que ele me passa. o tempo verbal oscila, assim como o personagem principal e a cena em si. meu inglês é precário, mas enfim.
quem não souber inglês, joga no google translator.