Beautiful creature, why must you taunt me? Why must you taunt me, and haunt me, and hurt me? Your power, your strength, your beauty; you.
I think of no one else, though you don’t even expect it. I come up with excuses to talk to you; they’re always so stupid. I dream of lying curled up in your arms, nibbling your neck; how pathetic.
Beautiful creature, you are an illusion. You do not exist! You are simply a shell for my fantasies; a creation. I am the one that made you real, and now you’ve consumed me completely. You are a beautiful-beautiful creature, and you know not of all these emotions stirring inside me.
Either they’re really unfriendly, or I’m a weirdo waving at my own neighbors— I don’t get it. While in the pool, walking, jogging, running or simply outside our door, whenever I wave or smile at our neighbors, they snob and stare; they look away like I wasn’t there.
What’s worse is when I’m jogging around the neighborhood and they already are looking at me so I wave and say “Good afternoon” “Hello” or “Hi” then they look away or continue looking at me with a “weird” expression on their faces.
I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m the one’s who’s off…
P.S. I remember at least twice when a neighbor waved back and asked how I was (lest 98%, should probably be around 80%… only 98& sounds better, hehe). She smiled too (neighbor by the pool today, haha).
João Gilberto (b. June 10, 1931) is a Grammy Award-winning Brazilian singer and guitarist. He is credited with having created the bossa nova beat and is known as the “Father of Bossa Nova.” His seminal recordings, including many songs by Antonio Carlos Jobim and Vinicius de Moraes, established the new musical genre in the late 1950s…