Porque vc nao entende meu sotaque portugues

Maybe it was because of the summer. The sun. The warmth. Assume, yes, it was the warmth, the body warmth. First, everything got colorful, the colors got changed. . It's came with April "waters", oppening the summer. And the promise of life in my heart. It's wood, it's rock, when is the end of the way?
The introduction waas supposed to be about the time. The time that goes much faster here, in the upper side of the world. If the the time is real or virtual, i will never know. And I wouldn't want to know, or I wouldn't been living my own puzzle reality. Where I try to match my pieces.
It arrived on the right time. It brought the words, the gestures, the songs. Everything got lighter, made more sense. Thinking about the long winter days, cold and opaque? This winter I'll wake up smiling to the birds, singing to my two little flowers and sighing how much the life is beautiful, the sun, the yellow highway. And the waves, the waves, the waves. Morning with mocha and croissant.
And when January comes, in the lower part of the globe, the time will go slow. Will the summer bring long cold and opaque days?? Behind the truck only dead people can't go.
There, where it's not allowed to walk down the streets without activate the "dangerous" button, I'll figure myself out. And I'll find my feelings out. And I'll hide my words.
"I watched, as if I was my own audience, the useless fight that my heart got in to do not allow myself getting seduced for somebody who didn't belong to my world. I applauded when the reason lost the battle and the only chance I had was surrendering, assuming that I was in love."