Anjo Em Pele De Cordeiro

Words dance in the air, fly between your fingers, like arrows launched, they cut the breeze, they hurt the soul. The wind carries echoes of laughter, but also sharp whispers, that reverberate in the chest, a punch that hits the core. Your gaze, sharp as a blade, dismantled the steel armor, and in every word, a fall, a spectacle of disappointment. Jaw-dropping competence, feeling the blow, It was accurate, like lightning, your voice, a distant thunder, my heart, a target reached. Gratitude to the God of Jerusalem, for seeing and feeling and freeing me from evil.