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GentlemanSadico

GentlemanSadico

Who would have thought a leaf could say so much? That imperfect lines could carry such a necessary message? These lines reminded me of nuances that, for a while, I preferred to ignore, avoiding precisely the details that once made me stay. In seconds, I thought about how some paths seem easy to follow, while others bring unexpected curves, detours, and storms. Yet, there are landscapes so beautiful that they make every step worthwhile. Perhaps that's what love is: respecting the path, understanding its curves, and recognizing that even imperfections can become small in the face of enchantment. Because, at the end of that road, there may be a sea of greenish waters, daisies all around, and a smile so luminous that it makes all the previous paths seem like mere preparation to reach you.

Ace-of-Hearts

Ace-of-Hearts

They say that in a city where night fell early, there was a window that never went out before dawn. Those passing by would look up and imagine what was happening inside. Some knocked on the door, some called out loudly, some simply continued on their way. One day, a traveler stopped before that light and, instead of knocking, sat on a bench across the street and opened a book. He returned the following night, and the next. He read in a low voice, as if expecting no audience. He never asked to come in. One night, the window opened a little. Then a little more. Until someone up there asked how that story ended. He smiled and replied that he didn't know yet, because the best stories aren't finished alone. They say that, since then, that window has remained lit until dawn. Only now, nobody reads alone. 📖💕

GentlemanSadico

GentlemanSadico

Among all the mysteries of the world, nature is the most fascinating. Some fear the roar of thunder, associate darkness with ruin, and reject the dense beauty of a stormy sky. I see it differently. Nature always offers us its best: thunder, for example, breaks the mold; the night teaches us to pause; and the rain opens space for life to flourish, reminding us of the importance of the sun. I think this way; I am made of experiences. I know that each cycle has its value and its time. As long as the flame burns, there will still be memories. After all, I believe that after the storm, a great kiskadee, the representation of kindness and strength, will knock on the window with a blue trumpet, calling you to be happy.

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