The distance i will write about is not measured in meters. This distance I am talking about hits us with the strenght of a vulcano! In a measure of a word. A word that is described as soul tears. Tears are not translatable.
This word either!
SAUDADE
I followed my way. You stayed. And again. AND AGAIN.
Now we are separated. Depending on the "we", we always are.
But what put as apart also brings us together. what? SAUDADE. The physical distance makes me feel saudade of you. Feeling saudades of you makes me feel you closer to me. it's mathematics! And it's vague. It's rational. And it's not.
Wherever i am, i have saudade running together with my blood. They both feed me.
Distance kills me.
MigueL MooN
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