Eu conto as sardas. Uma, duas três.
E conto os anos. Um, dois.
Faço as contas de quantas sardas vão surgir
Nesse meio tempo sem você.
Eu conto pra ter paciência. Até uns 20.
E conto pra ter coragem. Até uns 10.
Faço as contas de como vou melhorar
Sozinha em ser eu mesma
Eu conto pra ninguém
E conto de trás pra frente
O tempo sem você
E de frente pra trás
O quanto que me faz falta
Você contando pra mim
Uma, duas, três histórias
Loud and sharp is the noise of the cellphone next to the bed
ResponderExcluirWithout opening an eye snooze mode is activated
For a short moment its unclear where he is
After a short moment of panic a memory of the night before comes up
There where candles, a movie, some wine
Then slowly falling asleep with the reassuring noise of breathing
Quickly, half asleep with weird dreams
Feet are moving together, 4 feet in a sleeping dance
A short annoyance with some hairs in the nose
After 10 minutes the loud noise of reality again
After quickly opening an eye to a sight with a slightly chubby Korean teenager breathing heavily
After the horrible noise is turned of again the dream slowly fades in again
What happened to this girl?
Did she turn in to a Korean guy with the habbit of sleeping on top of blankets?
How did this happen? What there an even witch? Does she need a prince?
While quickly peeking trough an eye to confirm the presence of the Korean he saw it
A small white blinking light coming from a tablet
She says good morning
So far but yet so close