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Window of GlassThe transparent window
Reflects the ray of sun
Of my thoughts.
Farther and faster than
The speed of sound, searches
A gap to go out.
Even being so little,
The void is welcome.
A shadow to erase
The intense blaze, no water
Claustrophobic, the wing
Tries to stretch to the sky.
A small molecule of
Sugar in a dry sea,
To find a breath of nitrogen.
A retreat valve,
An hour of sleep.
Closed EyesLet's walk to the calm horizon,
Trusting in no other thing,
Just only the blindness.
It transports to distant worlds
Made of psychedelic streets and landscapes,
And away from the defined paradigms.
With closed eyes, the real world
Seems to disappear completely,
And another, in some manner, appears.
It’s the moment of sleep, dreams, fantasy,
Snatches with your peculiar beauty.
With closed eyes, recreates itself,
Reinvents itself in a fresh new dimension,
A new state, anti-political,
Constructed in the sparkle of a child’s vision,
In the wish of life and love.
And, besides that may have darkness
When you open your eyes,
At the night the light will come,
And the entire world will reinitiate.
Unusual Encounter - Germany x Reader!“Why it had to rain just now?”
It was on a Thursday. The classes of the day ended, and you had to rush to your house in order to go on a trip with your parents, as tomorrow was a holiday. From the door of your classroom you heard the clock-clock of the water drops. Since then, you got deeply worried about the weather since you didn’t bring any umbrella and it would be impossible to get home without having the school uniform all wet.
“No, it can’t be…” You cried to yourself.
You went downstairs to get your things on the cabinet and to put your shoes on. With this weather, the black color of it would have lots of brown, you thought. Getting to the first floor of the school, the exit, you heard something strange on your right… Like someone shouting. And more, there were lots of complaining. That made you feel kind of scared; it wasn’t common to hear such things on the Academy, but you returned to your path.
Somewhere Only We Know - Greece X Reader!“It’s beautiful.”
Looking at the bright afternoon sky, you were walking in the grass field of Heracles’ home. While passing through it, you could see many interesting things that made part of the legacy of his mother, such as the culture that lives on the Greek’s heart. His home looked as history itself; the air had the smell of library books, resulting on a landscape that could be the genuine paradise, framed by the rays of sun. Then, while concentrated on the various monuments that once were the scenario of your dreams, you found a cat. Better, the cat found you, because it meowed when you were looking to a specific pillar. It was wearing a green collar, and, noticing the soft letters written on it, the animal was named Feli – a reference to Feliciano, maybe? This cat really remembered of the cheerful aura that the Italian had – and meowed again, in such a high pitched voice.
At first, you didn’t understand the intention of the cat, but
Carpe DiemIn these hurry days,
What've you been doing?
I'm curious to know,
If you enjoyed the wind.
If you enjoyed the sweet rain.
If you really laughed with friends.
In there fast afternoons,
Are you really living?
With these indefinitely days,
Maybe you've heard the bird.
Maybe you've heard the rustle of trees.
Maybe you've heard the whisper of the water.
In these rushed nights,
Are you really enjoying the days?
Even with the insomniac work.
Who knows, dreamed with the mystical.
Who knows, you looked the stars themselves.
Who knows, slept calm in the certainity of tomorrow.
We enjoyed the day.
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