Between what you are and what you would like to be. Between what you are and what you would like to look like. Between what you want and what you say you want. Between what you want to be when you grow up and what you let get lost. Between what you see and what you don't. Between your gaze and what your hands can touch. Among all you will forget the memories that will never fade. Between very fast and almost slow. Between giving up and persevering. Between wanting and desiring. Between disgust and kindness. Between time and age. Between the future and longing. Between the forgotten and the lost. Between this moment and the next. Somewhere there is a middle ground. Between the middle and the term. Middle is between beginning and end. Term means term. Between your boldness and our patience. Between what you would like and what you like. Between the author and the work. Between waste and leftovers. Between build - difficult. And destroy - easy. Between the sad truth and the happy lie. Between the woman and the girl. Between what blinds and what fascinates. Between the lines. Between appearance and deceit. Between dream and illusion. Between yes and no. Maybe. Between mine and yours. Enter what you've done. Enter what you left undone. And what I can't even say. Here between us. Between minds, however, entertaining, understanding that between me and me, between the two of us and you. In between! Even if it is the exit door, enter without knocking. Do you know what the photo has to do with the text?? NOTHING … 😂 just taking the opportunity to use a text by Pedro Bial presenter, journalist and poet that I admire so much! ☀️ #brunette