Dói na alma, dói no coração, dói no pensamento.
Embora na maioria dos dias não sinta qualquer tipo de dor, há dias em que até as entranhas se remexem.
Há dias que um simples ir na rua provoca espasmos, cruzamo-nos com desconhecidos e vemos aqueles que nos são queridos.
Vemos alguém a atravessar a estrada e vemos a nossa irmã do coração, aquela amiga tão querida que nos é tanto que ganhou o estatuto de família, vêm as memórias de risos, choros, momentos que jamais serão esquecidos e o sentimento que as nossas vidas continuam e acontece tanto e não estou lá... A família que ficou... os amigos, os sítios que frequentamos os sítios onde fomos felizes (e onde não fomos felizes), mas que fizeram de nós aquilo que somos...
Hoje estar fora dói... E não há paracetamol que alivie a dor.
Being abroad hurts.
It hurts in the soul. hurts in the heart. hurts on thoughts.
Although it doesn't hurt all the time, in fairness most of the days it just doesn't hurt, but occasionally it hurts so much that you almost feel like your guts are out of place.
There are days while you are just walking on the street facing strangers, your mind tricks you, and instead of strangers you're looking at familiar faces.
You look at someone, just some random person, crossing the road and you see your sister from the heart, that so dearest friend that means so much to you that was promoted to a relative. But it is not her and your memories flourish, you remember all the laughs and cryings, memories of intense moments that lead you to be what you are today... Then you realize that life goes on and you are not there with the ones you love. The family you left behind... Your friends. Places you used to go and where you were happy (and not happy).
Today it's hurting badly... And there is no painkiller to stop it.
Pat
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