PHOTOGRAPHY

She was waiting for the photos to be developed. Eagerly, she dangled her feet, imagining the pictures ready. She had grown  tired of looking at images on the computer. "Pictures are memories you want to hold in your hands" she thought. And so it was. Once developed, they seemed to have more colour, contrast, feelings. She relived precious moments that seemed infinite for a second, and then decided: her wall was going to become a mural. Now, when longing hits its peak, she chooses one of them to hug between tears. "I miss you", she whispers.

METRÔ

Entram apressados no metrô. Misturam-se às pessoas. Sempre cheio, pensam eles, enquanto correm os olhos pelo vagão. Som alto nos fones, não notam que escutam a mesma música. Preocupados com a hora, não percebem que o tempo pararia se trocassem um olhar. A voz gravada anuncia a próxima estação. Descem, sem saber, que deixam um grande amor para trás.

SUBWAY

They rushed into the subway. "Always full", they think, while mixing around with people through the wagon. Music blasting on their headphones, they can't notice they are listening to the same song. Worried about being late, they don't realise that time would stop if they exchanged just a single look. The recorded voice announced the next station. They disembarked the subway, fading into the sea of people walking fast, not knowing that they have left a great love behind.