I kissed his shadow. I kissed his shadow and this kiss did not touch him, this kiss was lost in the air and melted with the shadow.

Our love of each other is like one long shadow kissing, without hope of reality.

Anaïs Nin | House of Incest

Serei sempre o que esperou que lhe abrissem a porta ao pé de
uma parede sem porta.

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