When she clumsily and ungracefully entered late into the classroom, Adam immediately felt something magically different in the air. Her name was Emily and she had a conspicuously strong Canadian accent, although his amusing way of speaking didn’t let him lie he wasn’t from Australia. Both were in Ireland, putting up with the absolutely unpredictable Irish weather, in order to get a diploma in Arts. Of course they had crossed the world for other reasons as well. They intuitively knew it’s easier to forget and to start anew when you feel the wind being blown smoothly by a different sea. And so they courageously took a risk of revivifying their painfully broken hearts. Weeks of complete fulfillment came. It was just totally pure love and nothing else to care about.
However, June came and in June things tend to change creepily. Adam had to move to Greece. Emily surprisingly had to return to Canada. But they deeply loved each other, so promises were made. He would go to Vancouver incredibly soon. He took forever. She would be passionately waiting for him. Unhopefully, she just waited.
It was a new season. New seasons require fresh air. New seasons require new seas.
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Esse texto foi escrito há quase 2 meses e era um tema ("tarefa", "lição", "dever", pra quem não sabe gauchês) do curso de inglês.
Fiz uma releitura dele hoje e me identifiquei com o meu momento agora. Novos mares e ar fresco, uma nova temporada. Começar tudo do 0, tudo de novo. Dá medo e, sim, é difícil. Mas rapidamente a massa vai tomando forma e as cores ficam mais palpáveis.
Desta maneira, o que me resta é desfrutar de todas as cores e de todas as formas que aparecerem. Desfrutar e esperar. Pois em junho as coisas tendem a mudar lenta porém completamente. Afinal, junho é uma nova temporada, e, acima de tudo, uma nova (mais uma) estação.
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Não, não esperem um texto em alemão daqui 3 meses.
Tchüs.
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