My Tumbling Thoughts to the World. I want to sing like the birds sing, not worrying about who hears or what they think. Big B and Little Me! What began as a buoyant banter turns into a whisper of the spoken musings of a heavy heart and I give a long tight hug to cheer him up. He makes me sit down and rests his head on my shoulder with eyes shut even as he mutters - however peaceful this feels, I fear what comes next.

Quando nossos olhos se encontram nossas bocas se procuram. As vezes é chegado o momento em que devemos apenas parar, nos calar e apenas observar as maravilhas que nos rodeia. Beijo lentos, com mordidas, chupadas na língua, respiração ofegante, mds. Eu estava disposto a aceitar o fracasso, mas não a ideia de nunca ter tentado.

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