hello stranger: rio de janeiro
You were walking towards me
With a big smile
You took my hand and said “hi”
That look on your face when I first saw you in that fashion show go-see, made my world run in slow motion for a moment.
And that same look on your face while you were standing still in the departue hall of Galeão Airport, put my life in a dizzying whirl.
I know it was really short, one week isn’t enough to say that it wasn’t just another runway fling.
But what we shared to each other in that crazy city, is something that will forever confuse me and alter my concept of dream and reality.
Airports usually make me feel excited. This time I am lost and I feel nothing but weakness and defeat.
The cold marble floor of the conducted an immense sadness and the soft christmas song touted an air of loneliness.
Feet rooted into the ground. Heart strongly tied that it hurts.
The pain I felt leaving you behind was insignificant as compared to the pain of fear, of hopelessness, of the bitter reality that I might not see you again.
The echoing memories of the fun and excitement while we’re dancing at the carnival turned into a mute and empty rhythms only a longing heart would hear.
Helpless, confused, crushed.
The self built barriers I surrounded myself with kept me warm and sturdy. But it made me immobile and restrained that only the streaming tears would tell the stories of the unheard plea.
I think I love you.
We stayed in contact after that show in Rio, but I was stupid and childish to let the feelings bloom and grow despite the uncertainty.
I don’t know when will I be seeing you again. Maybe not this year. Maybe not in this lifetime.
Never again I will wrap your arms around me.
Never again you will play with my hands under the dinner table.
Never again I will feel those soft lips pressing against mine that spun me to perpetual vertigo.
You were walking away from me
With soaked eyes
You took my heart and said “good bye”
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