domingo, 17 de abril de 2011

Rainy day, and one of those moments of solitude necessary.
Longing for the smell of my son who is in Rio, with his father. But I sentidno home is my land. Here I feel safe, it's like knowing the path, you'll no apprehension.
Sometimes I hold, not to show my insecurity, but inside I'm seething. God, sometimes I feel lonely, sometimes the vntade I have is to run, throw me in my mom's lap, feeling his warmth again, does tantaos year, precisely 20. Without your eyes, and hug without you. But I still miss.
Longing to have someone to talk to say what I feel without fear of criticism.
I had to grow up too quickly.
Too soon.