26.7.10

So many things.




Young Love - by Kim Anderson


Tantas coisas acontecendo ao mesmo tempo, mechendo comigo. Bem nessa hora, os mais importantes decidem se anularem na minha vida. Isso me deixa louca, triste, sem entender.
Eu optei por dividir minha vida com eles, porque eles fazem parte dela incondicionalmente, mas eu ja nem sei se eles estao certos dessa escolha no momento.

Eu posso ser muito nova, mas na minha idade, minha mae ja era mae. Eu tomei essa decisao e nao foi da noite para o dia, e nao eh algo que precise mais do que duas pessoas em sintonia.
Mas eu preciso das minhas pessoas pra eu ficar em sintonia comigo mesmo. Tenho meus ideais poxa, mas meu coracao ta tao pequenino agora, porque quem eu me importo nao esta reagindo nada com toda minha empolgacao. E se fosse so um alguem, eu entenderia, as pessoas tem altos e baixos, mas, tanta gente assim calada, sumida, afastada do meu eu, do meu precioso momento de dar o grande passo.

Ate quando, eu nao sei. Cansei de dividir-me e ficar sem meus pedacos. Parei por aqui. Chega viu.








15.7.10

Go, my heart!

It doesn't make any sense after I read but, here I am again.
This page makes me loose my words, all the time.
People change. I don't even know if I have changed. I don't thing I did because I still caring too much for everybody. I still waiting for the happy end. Do I have too much hope?
And I want the happiness as everyone do. Except that I don't need much more than what I already have.
I'm here now just because that pain in my heart came back, I can hardly breathe. Can I just sleep forever? No obligations, no expectations, no big dreams. Only my weirds night dreams that I have every single day. The ones with nonsense. Recently those are making more sense then my real life.
My hands are so small, I can't hold it anymore. What a sensitive girl!
It doesn't matter what is the problem, I will not give up of write, so I can keep those feeling away from me.

10.6.10

Make a silly face

If there is something that makes me write, I should get it. Because I was good writing one day and I should get back to that.
Sometimes it would save me from terrible ideas or warm me up like a cozy blanket.
I had a blog a while ago, when I thought that i could write cool things, but one day I did the login and nothing was there, so i stopped!
I'm trying to be around but i'm so lazy to let my words describe how I feel . Who cares how I feel? Who really?
I think one or two, maybe more people. But the thing is, it feel so good just taking those craps way from my mind. It takes a while to build good words... so starting here with few silly phrases, I think it's a good begin.

thanksssss






17.2.10

The Past Recedes - John Frusciante

And then the past recedes
And i won't be involved
The effort to be free
Seems pointless from above
Yor're looking down at' me
I'd rather stay below
Than have you staring up at me
Is nowhere I want to go
Ay, this business of how long we try to stay alive
Why to be here you've first got to die
So i gave it a try
And what do you know
Time was so long ago
And thinks come back you see
To where they don't belong
And every drop of sea is the whole ocean
I lied to the greatest thieves
About anything and everything
I'm a figure of forgotten speech
I'm our of reach
I can't play it safe
But i might just in case
I'm disguised as a reaching hand
I'm working man
I'dont understand why clockout
Comes so slow every thome
That's one line i stay right behind


{sometimes the music I listen speaks for me}