Poemista

Sou uma constante fazedora de poemas. Acho que depois de um certo tempo levando porrada da vida, a gente meio que aprende a lidar com os problemas. Senta. Pensa. Escreve.
Então, escrevi isso, hoje de tarde, enquanto fingia estar super concentrada em estudos da faculdade:

Era tarde de sábado, o vento passava por entre os buracos da blusa de tricot, as bicicletas encostadas na árvore. Tinha um ipê roxo colorindo o cenário e dele caíam pequenas sementes igualmente coloridas, pintando a grama como uma obra surrealista. Era meio de inverno, o sol já dava lugar à lua e a gente ainda não tinha terminado a cerveja. E nunca terminamos.

Copos de café

Eu tenho vivido para copos de café. Cafés não tão quentes, nem tão frios. Cafés de máquina, fortes ou fracos, não de máquina e aqueles com uma pitada de canela. Sem açúcar. Gosto quando o café está morno-quente e assim que vai para o copo, acaba dividido em camadas. Espuma, líquido e líquido.  A vida é feita de copos de café. Uns mais adocicados, outros nem tanto. O que importa é que sejam todos bem tomados.

Tenho preferido as coisas incalculáveis da vida...

But you still have those tiny lips

You've appeared through the window of my bedroom, it's a cloudy and cold day.
It's sunday morning and I have a physics test tomorrow, but I just couldn't study.
All I could think about is that I'm here, and I'm looking at you, and you're so beautiful.
You're looking at me now, I can see your brown eyes. They are so deep and blink so fast, as if they are trying to show me something I can't see.
You have tiny lips and you're moving them together and fast as if you're thinking of something I can't think
about.
I like your new haircut. It reminds me of the waves of the ocean when I used to go to the beach with my parents for vacation, on my grandma's house. Just right here, in the wind, your hair moves back and foward covering a small part of your eyebrows, which are as dark as the darkest night of the winter.
You're moving your head, side to side, very slowly, and you are looking a little down to the ground. I wish I've never seen you like this, because I think I'm falling in love with you, with this way you are looking at me at this morning.
Right now, I think i'm picturing you in front of me, while I was trying to study.
I'm never gonna tell you how much this means to me. Cause I like you more now, then before. And I know I will like you more than now, tomorrow.