You know something must be wrong, when the only thing keeping you from going crazy is a little café, and a Pastél de Nata. Maybe I'm in the right place... After all [even when I miss my cantinho no céu] I know there are always things "para matar a saudade"... The blogs, keep me up-to-date... the flavors keep me from forgeting. And sometimes, when the rain falls outside, I can smell the scent of wet earth... And if someone cuts the grass outside, I smell the scent of the "lameiros"...
The heart, was broken.
The heart, thought it would mend,
Soon,
But didn't...
The heart, loved,
and lost...
The heart, can't bare anymore,
Sadness.
This heart, can't live without you.
I don't need much to make me happy... A cup of coffee, a ball, flip flops, the sun, the never ending ocean, the sand... and a happy group of friends... it so simple...