Isso já não é mais uma simples bola de neve. Ou uma pequena bola de neve. Ou uma razoável bola de neve. Ou uma grandiosa bola de neve que destrói tudo por que passa e leva tudo o que está no caminho. Ou uma gigante bola de neve que empurra sem pena tudo o que está na frente e torna sua destruição mais difícil de ser feita em pouco tempo previsto.
É uma avalanche.
E ela está aqui dentro, esperando, por pouco tempo talvez, para se libertar e destruir tudo o que vem e volta, tudo o que tinha e se extinguiu, tudo o que sente. Ela está parada? Pois sua taxa de esvaziamento, caso exista, é tão pequena que se mostra atualmente imperceptível. Devemos correr? Devemos fugir? Ou devemos esperar conforme a ciência sempre nos guia?
The one that pictures my own face at a long horizon of sorrow. The one that makes my nights loose its ending, yet in a horrible way it could ever end. The one that craves his bearish claws under my skin to my bones, into my single heart beating alone in all this darkness.
Here you come again to make me feel terribly sorry for losing my time in my thoughts and in my prayers, even though this atheist self of mine has chosen this path to follow, once, so long ago. All of the stories shared were closed by that gigantic lack of words and sounds.
You came to destroy me! To betray me! To slay me! How could you ask me without words to be you friend after all those pictures I have made for us? How could you still sit there, in perpetual silence, like nothing between us were happening at all. What about us? What about our paradise? What is heaven compared to all that beauty we have seen lying on the horizon?
On our horizon?
Or was it just me who saw all of it? Was I imagining? Wasn't the whole scenario of our love just real? Was I crazy?
I beg your pardon, Sir, but have you fallen in love for a boy once before?
Because I think when you fall for a girl, you somehow imagine that your main mission is to protect this girl from the rest of the World, to be her guardian and protector, to be her man.
But once you love a boy, you put this boy in the very center of your whole universe. Every single choice you make is somehow influenced by his very existance, by his words, his opinions, his lips, his penetrating and pure eyes that you can only see from a simple, old and unchanged photograph.
This boy suddenly becomes the pair of lens that allows you to see a much more colourful world than how it actually is. You feel every single glimpse of happiness you could ever feel, all at once, like a storm of strong emotions. You smile unconsciously every time your thoughts go directly to him, even though you never saw his smile in real life. His voice, still completely imaginary to you because you also never heard it at all, surprisingly sounds more beautiful than the most beautiful of the songs you have ever listened to.
You promise yourself this boy will be the only One in your life, the Chosen One, the Love of Your Life, the Sun and the stars, the Moon of your night, your everything. You promise yourself that you will be completely his own, his love, his sacrimony, that you will do everything to be his everything. You picture the most beautiful scenario to the moments you would be together as one, as two, as infinite.