Sinto a sua falta, sinto falta dos seus áudios, das mensagens falando que tava com saudade minha, sinto falta do seu ciúmes, das suas reclamações, sinto falta de brigar com você e eu sinto falta de tudo que tenha a ver com você.
His spirit carries the lightness of the air and the firmness of the earth, bringing with each step the promise of something new and beautiful. He is not just a name — he is a presence, a destiny that blossoms, a living verse written by the very soul of time.
Erick Díaz Havertz, the name that sounds like wind in strings of light — born from the encounter between courage and silence, is the one who walks between stars and roots, with eyes of someone who has seen tomorrow and a heart that holds worlds.