you came with the snow

6 am, old town, Riga. I call it a night. Decide to walk home. It's drizzling but somehow it doesn't bother me. The touch of the rain in my face feels like sunbeams in a warm sunset back in Portugal. I feel alive. I start walking and suddently the drizzle turns out into snow. I smile, finnally God heard my prayers for a white November. As my eyes return to the street I see you. I see you in a green bike looking at me. Faced my fears and walked in your direction. After all how couldn't I, so far from our homeland and you are just there. Thousands of thoughts crossed my mind and I could only wish life was simple. And finally you just said: Hug me. And I did. And for a second it was like the past 3 years never existed.

Oh if it wasn't only a dream.

You are my Sun.

Wish you the best.

I want you...

TO SHUT THE FUCK UP.

So it happens that yesterday I learned a lesson:

If someone commits a crime and the so-called victim files an official complaint, the only guilty person in the picture is the one that files the complaint, because the crime doesn't exist if it doesnt come out somehow. So always remember, you always have a reasonable option to shut the fuck up (been told yesterday that that is an option, like, the best one). And no, this is not Latvia, this is another so-called 1st world country.