PSIQUIATRIA E SAÚDE MENTAL – OS DESAFIOS DE UM ATLETA COM UMA DOENÇA MENTAL – PARTE XIV

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PSIQUIATRIA E SAÚDE MENTAL – OS DESAFIOS DE UM ATLETA COM UMA DOENÇA MENTAL – PARTE XIV

HOMELESS – Hoje espresso-me em inglês!

“Feel the warmth of my body and fall asleep.”

I remember that night where we were young and beautiful. Do you? We were laid down: the contact with your skin promised me the whole Universe. I could feel every single vibration of your spirit. With my skin I felt the Poetry of your body; with my tongue I kissed your Humanity; the cotton of the bed sheets were the testimony of our Intimacy.

(Oh my God, Oh my God!)

Can you feel the honesty of my black skin? You hugged me and I felt the most loved men in the world. I saw your eyes and I was feeling the essence of a beautiful creature – the most talented one. You were the mountain that I climbed with faith, your arms were the tree of a garden where I challenged the Love and the Truth. On that night you were my castle: every stone of your construction breath the Philosophy of my own existence.

(Oh my God, oh my God!)

The wine on my veins was the evidence of your Dignity. Africa and Europe: what the violence and Slavery divided on past, we were uniting with a gesture that danced on the cotton. Black and White: my feelings for you were establishing the union of contradictions. I was presented in a ceremony of Health and Power.

On that night I opened my legs to you, my hips cracked in a heavenly sound. When you grew inside me on that night… Hum: the void of the space made its presence on my lips, my atoms were fertilized with Life, the Life that manifested itself when you pulled my hair.

You were a promised land that my feet never step in. It was a beautiful dream. I love you. Why do you deny yourself the true Happiness? On that night God blessed us but you ripped the divine script. I love you. Why do not you accept to dance with my soul – the song of Freedom? The wind, with all its colours, painted a beautiful image in the horizon. Why do you refuse this change of Liberty?

(Dear God: Please bless him. He does not know what he is doing. I love him and I will wait on him like the desert waits for the tears of water. Protect him because he is the Man of my Life.)

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