A distância faz com que façamos (ou escrevamos) coisas loucas. Numa das cartas que eu mandei pra Ana Carolina, escrevi um poema. Fazia muito tempo que eu não escrevia um poema, mas ficou bem engraçado (eu acho oO).

18 Months

Only long skirt and mom-made dresses

Pants (I guess) are allowed on pday

"Ugly" shoes so you can work much better

Spreading news to the lost and stray

Boyfriends aren't really needed

For the letters you shall receive

Boys tend to be big headed

I have one, believe me (brincadeirinha)

Eighteen months will go by fast

Then you`re home with work and worries

All I ask of you is to not forget

The sweet comforting Spirit's company

I fear the day while I'm on my mission

You'll meet your prince and our pledge betray

If you do so I will certainly kill you

'cause I must be there on your wedding day.