Tudo se move para o mesmo lugar, ao mesmo ritmo que correm para longe uma das outras. Aquela estranha sensação de ansiedade e nervosismo, que dava o frio na barriga e arrepiava a mente se foi com o passar dos dias. Os até então estranhos agora são como velhos amigos que se conhecem a anos. Mas lembro de como foi quando os pés tocaram o solo depois de exaustivas horas de voo, a sensação de que tudo aquilo era um sonho louco e que o destino não era o estranho lar que viríamos a conhecer, mas sim a antiga casa de onde todos tínhamos saído. Estranho foi chegar a um lugar no qual você não conhece, e chamar de lar.
Entretanto hoje tudo parece tão comum que creio ser estranho se fosse diferente. É como se as coisas tivesse voltado a ser como antes, um antes que nunca tive embora me seja tão familiar. Os dias passam como o vento que move as nuvens gigantes no céu, e aos poucos os pensamentos vão se clareando e revelando que esse sonho é finito. A metade do caminho já foi alcançada e deixamos para trás as pegadas por onde passamos para nunca mais voltar, lugares que depois daqui veremos apenas em sonhos e memórias que nos irão arrancar sorrisos do rosto. E em algum por do sol em algum lugar do mundo alguém vai sorrir ao relembrar dos momentos que passamos juntos, quando escrevemos sem perceber, o roteiro de uma história que jamais se apagará da memória. O momento será de um devaneio rápido no crepúsculo do dia, para que a noite nos leve para a vida no aqui e agora, deixando os bons momentos em nossas caixas de lembranças para que quem sabe um dia possamos voltar.
First time I'm translating it to English, so sorry for any grammar error.
The Begin of Old New
Everything moves to the same place, on the same rhythm they run away from each other. Those strange sensation of nervousness and anxiety, caused the "cold in stomach" and made the mind ruffled itself was gone with the days that come. The, until now, unknown people today are like old friends that knew each other for years and years. But I can rebember how it was when my foots touched the floor after exhaustive hours of flight, the sensation that everything that happen was a crazy dream and the destination wasn't the strange home that we would know, but our old house from where we all have left behind. It was strange comes to a place that you don't know and call it home.
However today everything looks like so natural that will be strange if it was diferent. It is like the things had back to be how it was before, one before that I never had, even it been so familiar for me. The days passed like the wind moves the giants clouds in the sky, and little by little the thoughts are getting clear and revealing this finite dream. The middle of route already was reached and we left behind footprints in the places where we had passed to never back, places that we will see just in dreams and memories that will put a smile in our faces. And on some sunset in the world someone will smile remembering the moments we were together, when we write without realize it, the script of one story that will never fate from memory. The moment will be a fast wandering on the twilight, for the night take us to the here and now, letting the good moments in ours memories boxes to maybe one day we could back.
The Begin of Old New
Everything moves to the same place, on the same rhythm they run away from each other. Those strange sensation of nervousness and anxiety, caused the "cold in stomach" and made the mind ruffled itself was gone with the days that come. The, until now, unknown people today are like old friends that knew each other for years and years. But I can rebember how it was when my foots touched the floor after exhaustive hours of flight, the sensation that everything that happen was a crazy dream and the destination wasn't the strange home that we would know, but our old house from where we all have left behind. It was strange comes to a place that you don't know and call it home.
However today everything looks like so natural that will be strange if it was diferent. It is like the things had back to be how it was before, one before that I never had, even it been so familiar for me. The days passed like the wind moves the giants clouds in the sky, and little by little the thoughts are getting clear and revealing this finite dream. The middle of route already was reached and we left behind footprints in the places where we had passed to never back, places that we will see just in dreams and memories that will put a smile in our faces. And on some sunset in the world someone will smile remembering the moments we were together, when we write without realize it, the script of one story that will never fate from memory. The moment will be a fast wandering on the twilight, for the night take us to the here and now, letting the good moments in ours memories boxes to maybe one day we could back.
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