Eu não sei por onde andas.
Não sei ainda quem tu és.
Mas te conheço o coração, meu bem
E tudo d’imenso que tua alma mais quer
Então em meu silêncio eu te sussurro:
me espera.
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Que lindo. É uma preparação para se encontrar com alguém que a alma já espera.
🦋💫
It feels like a tiny love note to someone who doesn’t exist yet, but somehow already matters. There’s something really tender in admitting you don’t know where this person is, or who they’ll be, yet still feeling connected to them. It reads like someone talking into the quiet, hoping the right heart will hear it someday. The softness of “I know your heart” hit me — it’s such a vulnerable thing to say. And that final “me espera” feels less like a request and more like a promise. It’s a small piece, but it carries this warm, steady hope that love can be recognized even before it arrives. It left me with that gentle ache of waiting for someone you haven’t met but somehow already miss.