Yesterday I figured out, observing the eyes of whom I love, that missing something is not always wanting that back in the present.
It's like reminding it so deeply that we feel happy and sad, stuck in the fragment of time between the present and the past. It's like a movie that we watch countless times. Even knowing that there's no sequel.
It's a sneaky feeling. Even if we have all the tools to destroy it, there's always something about it that stays in our heart. It's immortal, pleasurable, bipolar. It's the moment when we let ourselves to be the main character of our own story.
Sometimes I mix up this feeling with Life, cause they were born together and I always see them holding hands. When they fight, it's chaos, depression, alienation.
When they’re in peace though, it's like a garden of roses accepting that it's a garden of roses and not a garden of sunflowers. But it still remembers each sunflower that have ever gave it life.
That's Saudade. With a cup of coffee. (or tea, who knows)
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“Saudade” is a Portuguese word that doesn’t have translation in any other language. The closest in English would be “missing” something, but it’s deeper than that.
I decided to post a different text than what I usually do, one more ‘poetic’ :) Hope you like it!
Happy Cozy Wednesday :)
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