"The steam leaving the Chimarrão * rolls through the air, that cools down as the Sun drowns. The sky decays to lilac, and the world's colors to shadiest tones. I just see the lukewarm brown of your eyes.
'I love you.' "

What is love, anyway? What a vague, unprecise word. It can mean so many different feelings. What a poor vocabulary we have.

It's funny how the bad feelings have quite specific words..."agony", "melancholy", "sadness", among many others.

There is some kind of freedom in writing things no one will ever read...

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* Typical drink from Rio Grande do Sul, southern state of Brazil ( and where I live). It's basically hot water in a traditional wood-cup (cuia), with a kind of tea(erva-mate), drank through a metal straw (bomba). [Here is a nice image, if you want to see it [link] ]