Eight Perfect Hours

by Lia Louis

‘Life was easier when we weren’t all so available and easy to interrupt, right?’

eu estava pensando nisso porque enquanto eu lia, o celular vibrava, e eu só queria ler sem interrupções, sabe...

‘I know nobody does that any more, but I dunno, it’s tempting. Less pressure to answer right this second, you know?’

por isso que às vezes demoro pra responder, não estou ignorando pessoas, só as notificações e a pressão

And really, what would be the point of staying in touch? All those miles. Another person to miss.

esse livro foi um pouco terapêutico também. às vezes eu tenho preguiça de conhecer pessoas por causa decoisas assim também.

The roads clear, traffic speeds up, and I watch Sam until his car is a speck in the distance, and like those eight perfect hours, he is gone.

quando li isso, eu lembrei de tantas pessoas que vi pela ultima vez sem saber que as estava vendo pela ultima vez. que elas foram embora sem que eu pudesse falar.

I hate that Daisy is stuck in time. I hate that she will forever be eighteen.

I look over at him, his gorgeous brown eyes, his pink lips and I feel such a tug towards him that I almost tell him, almost say what is this that’s happening to me, Sam? Why does looking at you feel like looking at the fucking sun?

desculpa, cristina yang

Nobody needing me for anything. So, we sit, quietly together, listening to the rain for a while, the sound of a button in one of the dryers, tapping like a tambourine, exactly every two seconds. Warm. Safe. Slow. Another Noelle and Sam bubble, away from the rest of the world.

pessoas que fazem a gente se sentir assim valem mais que ouro.

But something is fizzing inside of me. Imagine. Imagine if that was his. That all along, I’ve been carrying it around with me, something that Sam once carried around too …

achei fofo, a autora fez coisas assim na medida.

I let the warm flesh of his familiar lips press against mine and I melt into it. I have missed him. I have missed this security, the life we had – the life we almost had. And isn’t it something we all want, from time to time, to turn back the clock?

baaaaaad idea

This is where we used to dream of being, Daisy and I – a part of the world, lost in its busyness and noise and all the delicious nowness. I’m here. I am here.

esse trecho final no livro tá em itálico e é isso, eu estou aqui

There he is. Sam. And of course he is. In the group of tall, black tuxes, Sam looks up, and before I can even register that he’s there, our eyes meet, locking into place like two magnets. I feel like I want to cry at the sight of him. You’re here, you’re here, you’re here beats my relieved, racing little heart.

o "you're here" também está em itálico e obviamente complementa o trecho anterior.

‘I don’t think we could ever do that,’ I say to Ed sadly. ‘Not really.’ ‘No,’ says Ed. ‘No, I know.’ Because you don’t love who I am, I want to say. You love who I could be. The Noelle who leaves her mum behind, who doesn’t care deeply, who wants to study business, make loads of money, who wants to move away from this little town and buy big homes and work through that checklist. And I want to see the world, yes of course I do, and I want adventures, and I want my hobby to be my job. But I don’t want to leave my family behind. I don’t want to leave this town completely.

eu gosto que a noelle não deixa de ser ela mesma, mesmo se aventurando.

‘Safer to climb a mountain than to risk getting your heart broken.’

cem por cento de certeza

‘I love you,’ I say, croakily, letting my arms fall to my side. ‘I really do, Sam. I know that it’s too late, and it’s inappropriate probably, and I talk too much, but I don’t talk about what I feel and what I want because I feel like it doesn’t matter, but – it does. And I don’t expect you to say anything back. But I do. I love you, Sam. And you can know that and walk off with it, and – take it up bloody mountains with you.’

eu acho essas declarações de amor do tipo "eu te amo e você pode fazer o que quiser com isso" tão bonitas. aqui é importante pra noelle pq ela nunca fala o que sente, e finalmente ela fala, sem se importar com as consequencias pq o importante é se abrir.

‘I’ve gone my whole life without feeling the way I do when I’m with you,’ he says. ‘I don’t want to go another day.’ ‘Then let’s not,’ I say.

claro que tava na cara que eles iriam ficar juntos, mas a jornada deles é necessária. hell was th journey but it brought me heaven, já dizia a taylor na musica invisible strings, que curiosamente é uma música que fala sobre amores predestinados, mas ao invés da linha ser vermelha, pra taylor ela é dourada