quarta-feira, 29 de maio de 2013

Charme

Meu charme... só você mesmo...
Obrigada. De verdade.

Wonderwall

So, Sam, from Slam - Nick Hornby - talks to Tony Hawk poster.
When you were young, did you have like an imaginary friend? Sometimes I think I had, but I don't know for sure. Anyway, I was reading some days ago that it's very often (and even healthy) to have it, around the age of 7, maximum. Above that age, it's not really normal. But, the thing is that the years pass and we still have those imaginary talks in our heads (or maybe aloud, why not?). This is what Oasis would call wonderwall. You may talk to God, you may talk to your pet, to your inner existence, I don't know what. Nobody just gets to the boss asking for a salary raise without first imagining how the conversation will be like. 
So, why am I saying all this? Just to know it's ok to have this blog, even if only a few persons read it. It's ok for you to pray, even if you really don't believe in God. It's ok to rehearse your presentation to your dog, or say to yourself in front of the mirror: "hello, beautiful". Because, in the end of a long day, everybody did something like that. Of course I'd rather talk to someone who's real. But then again, nobody can really be all the time around, just because you had some thougths you'd like to share. If you have moments like this - and I'm sure you do - find your wonderwall. Write a blog!

domingo, 26 de maio de 2013

I know

Ok, so I know I'm really not special. 
People who deserves the best never gets it. Not that I'm really THE best, but when I think it's just the time about to get something nice, it never happens. So those who step on you and break you heart get the things you'll never give again. And all I get is sad. It's so unfair. No pics, no flowers, no songs, no anything. 

quinta-feira, 23 de maio de 2013

Smile

And then he told me: "you smile like you've got someone special waiting there for you".
At what I just replied, with that exactly well described smile: "yes, I do". 

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Idea from a scene in a daily visit to the Doctor. Yes, there are these little pleasure moments in our lives. 

domingo, 12 de maio de 2013

Not a crush...

"I don't want to be somebody's crush. I want people to like the real me". - Sam (The perks of being a wallflower - movie).

quarta-feira, 8 de maio de 2013

terça-feira, 7 de maio de 2013

Conectados

Na maioria das vezes as pessoas não se dão conta do quanto são especiais para alguém. Eu tenho muitas pessoas especiais. Algumas por um momento específico que me marcou, outras por uma fase inteira de convivência, que gera o sentimento de consideração, e outras por estarem sempre no dia após dia ao meu lado. Essas últimas quero para a vida toda, é claro. As outras, não necessariamente; o que não retira delas  meu carinho e o desejo de que sigam suas vidas felizes. 
Uma pessoa pode ser especial porque você estava se sentindo deslocado e, mesmo sem se dar conta disso, ela lhe faz companhia por alguns instantes, ou talvez durante toda uma tarde. Não creio ser uma questão de carência. Eu acredito mais no fato de que há pessoas cuja presença nos conforta e que há pessoas com as quais, talvez por puro preconceito, intuição, conhecimento metafísico - chame como quiser -, nunca nos daremos bem. Simples assim: algumas pessoas se conectam por vínculos incompreensíveis ou não. Outras  jamais se conectam, mesmo quando tentam.  
Eu tenho consideração por duas mulheres em minha vida: minhas duas amigas de infância. Embora apenas continue me encontrando com uma delas, o sentimento e as memórias são eternos. Lembranças que, vira e mexe, acabo reconstruindo em minha mente. Não para viver uma nostalgia sem precedentes. Apenas porque recordar também faz parte da busca de nós mesmos. 
E podem até falar mal de algumas pessoas, pelas mais diversas características que lhe puderem ser atribuídas. Se foi cordial comigo num momento que tudo que eu precisava era de cordialidade, tem meu respeito. Simpatia é uma coisa. Cordialidade é muito mais amplo. Simpatia é fácil. Cordialidade requer algo mais elevado no espírito do homem.
E pode ser que aconteça apenas uma única vez daquela forma e nunca mais. Pode ter certeza que eu guardei cá comigo só a melhor parte. Afinal, a vida é muito curta para desavenças e conflitos mal resolvidos. Até porque o ser humano é um paradoxo materializado. E não sou eu quem vai querer fazer ponderação dos valores que cada um tem para si, sobretudo se eles tendem a variar no tempo e no espaço. Eu fico só com os meus. 

domingo, 5 de maio de 2013

Obrigada

Eu sei que não é possível levar essa felicidade no peito todos os dias. Haverá dias escuros, em que as lágrimas, de tanta tristeza, não conseguirão se formar, tal será a debilidade. Haverá, entretanto, dias radiantes, em que o sorriso será espelho da alma. Com muito mais frequência, porém, creio que haverá dias como hoje. Não é tanta tristeza nem tanta alegria. É só um peito apertado querendo seu abraço e o toque de suas mãos em meus cabelos. Mas, sem aviso, se torna apenas felicidade. Eu não sei dizer como ou por que. Sei que espaços no coração são preenchidos. Você sempre dá um jeito. Eu nem sei se você se esforça de verdade, ou se acontece naturalmente. Eu sei que amo muito você. E você não faz ideia de como é difícil dizer isso de forma tão bonita quanto eu vejo e sinto isso por você. A linguagem nunca alcançará a realidade. 

sexta-feira, 3 de maio de 2013

Little poem

Oh, he...
He smells like
blue pot of dream.
No potion would do
'ny same thing
to bring my lips
Close enough to him.
And I,
I know I'll do my best,
so that this love survives.
Coz baby you
mean my whole life.

Something beautiful

I wanna feel something beautiful... 

quinta-feira, 2 de maio de 2013

You make me happy

You know what one says: "The cure for unhappiness is happiness, I don't care what anybody says". In other words: You make me happy, I don't give a fuck about what people might say.


quarta-feira, 1 de maio de 2013

The perks of being a wallflower - best moments

Well, from the book...

"So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I'm still trying to figure out how that could be". 

"You see things. You keep quiet about them. And you understand" - Patrick

"I just think it's bad when a boy looks at a girl and thinks that the way he sees the girl is better than the girl actually is". 

"Maybe these are my glory days, and I'm not even realizing it because they don't involve a ball."

"I look at the field, and I think about the boy who just made the touchdown. I think that these are the glory days for that boy, and this moment will just be another story someday because all the people who make touchdowns and home runs will become somebody's dad. And when his children look at his year photograph, they will think that their dad was rugged and handsome and looked a lot happier than they are.
"I just hope I remember to tell my kids that they are as happy as I look in my old photographs. And I hope that they believe me". 

"First, I am very interested and fascinated by how everyone loves each other, but no one really likes each other". 

"I don't think we should base so much on weight, muscles, and a good hair day, but when it happens, it's nice. It really is". 

"I don't know if you ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep a thousand years. Or just not exist. Or just not be aware that you do exist. Or something like that. I think wanting that is very morbid, but I want it when I get like this. That's why I'm trying not to think. I just want it all to stop spinning". 

"It's like when you are excited about a girl and you see a couple holding hands, and you feel so happy for them. And another times you see the same couple, and they make you so mad. And all you want is to always feel happy for them because you know that if you do, then it means that you're happy, too". 

"But because things change. And friends leave. And life doesn't stop for anybody". 

"Charlie, don't you get it? I can't feel that. It's sweet and everything, but it's like you're not even there sometimes. It's great that you can listen and be a shoulder to someone, but what about when someone doesn't need a shoulder. What if they need the arms or something like that? You can't just sit there and put everybody's lives ahead of yours and think that counts as love. You just can't. You have to do things [...] Like take their hands when the slow song comes up for a change. Or be the one who asks someone for a date. Or tell people what you need. Or what you want". - Sam

"So, why would I care whether or not he loved me when he didn't really even know me?" - Sam

"So, I guess we are who we are for a lot of reasons. And maybe we'll never know most of them. But even if we don't have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there. We can still do things. And we can try to feel okay about them". 

"And even if somebody else has it much worse, that doesn't really change the fact that you have what you have. Good and bad".