I’m not asking you to share a life with me, the installments that keep coming in – it would be nice, but never mind – or the restaurant bill.

I know I live in flip-flops and with a lot of knots on my head and you always have your hair up and all the answers are on the tip of your tongue.

That you want three kids and I drowned my fish when I was four or five. I know you have lunch with your grandmother on Sundays and I wake up at 2:30.

And I also know from your bedside books, that you didn’t even get half of it, from the pizza at that annoying friend of yours on Saturday.

And you know those texts that I’m hammering to write and that on Saturday I’m going out with that friend of mine you were cursing the other day.

So I just wanted to ask you to share a bucket of popcorn with me and the other seat of my leather couch. It can be the bed if you prefer. I want to make you surrender to my small talk, my boring jokes, my crooked smile.

I don’t want to unravel you completely, know what you’ve done in other carnivals, who’s rooting for Master Chef, if you want to dominate the world or someone.

I don’t want to fit into your life because I already have one just like me. It’s just that inside all this there is so much rubbish stored, so many lists that we make, undo and do again, that sometimes even I end up getting lost. You have a whole alphabet of plans and I only have one day at a time.

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After I plastered the hand that allowed me to hold the world, dropped out of college and hit the bumper of a car, I realized that this road in life is too big to be paved with so many certainties that so many people think they have.

You know, sometimes we take a bus and we think it’s going to take us where we want to be at the end of it all. But in others, the tire is flat or the seats are full of people who are also trying to get there, or else we realize it was the wrong bus and we have to get off at the next stop.

On this road you have already found your bus. But maybe he just thinks he found it, who knows. And even though you’re already miles away and I almost lose sight of you, you’re so worried you’ll be able to finish college in time to still be in your twenties to take twelve months off venturing into Southern California and speaking English. , to then get a job that allows you to live peacefully at thirty and buy an apartment in Vieira Souto, which you don’t even realize how much you’re missing out on the outside.

And that’s why I’m not asking you to share a life with me, because you’ve already arrived with a suitcase and a gourd and here there’s so much to throw away, that there wouldn’t be room for you to settle down.