Walk - Foo Fighters

 

A million miles awayYour signal in the distanceTo whom it may concern
I think I lost my wayGetting good at starting overEverytime that I return
I'm learning to walk againI believe I've waited long enoughWhere do I begin?
I'm learning to talk againCan't you see I've waited long enoughWhere do I begin?
Do you remember the daysCan't you feel it growing strongerLittle conquerors
I think I found my placeI'm learning to walk againI believe I've waited long enoughWhere do I begin?
I'm learning to talk againI believe I've waited long enoughWhere do I begin?
NowFor the very first timeDon't you pay no mindSet me free againYou keep alive a moment at a timeThat's still inside a whisper to a liarTo sacrifrice but knowing to surviveThe first to climb another state of mindI'm on my knees, I'm praying for a signForever, whenever, I never wanna die
I never wanna die, I never wanna dieI'm on my knees, I never wanna dieI'm dancing on my grave, I'm running through the fireForever, whenever, I never wanna dieI never wanna leave, I'll never say goodbyeForever, whenever, forever, whenever
I'm learning to walk againI believe I've waited long enoughWhere do I begin?
I'm learning to talk againCan't you see I've waited long enoughWhere do I begin?
I'm learning to walk againI believe I've waited long enough
I'm learning to talk againCan't you see I've waited long enough?

Some unnecessary things ... Or not.

Life is a constant. It is made of losses and gains. But few people know when they're winning and when they are losing.
Everything is final. The difference is that whenever we add new things and old things outright definitive become locked in a closet in a forgotten basement. A basement where nobody goes, but a curious one day decides to see what is there and eventually release the old thing definitive. And then, you have passed your final rubbed in your face. And you can not do anything because it is final. But the future has not yet been defined. So, keep the past in the new cabinet and concentrate on defining the best for your future.
When you're a kid ends up being the result of the environment in which they live. You end up repeating what he sees and hears. When you're little, you have no choice, but then you can choose to continue growing with the shadow of other shadows or take your life in hand and do things your way.
I always hear that I'm a rebel, stressed, cheeky, rude, arrogant, overbearing ... I've been called many things in this style. But you know what? I am proud to be so. I am proud not to be anesthetized. I was born vaccinated against rot the environment in which I grew up. I do not know how, but was born that way. And I am grateful every day for not being a kitty crib. I prefer to be rebellious. And fuck you all.
Do not think that if a person is sensitive it makes her backpack. Be sensitive does not mean having a vocation to be foolish.
Always be suspicious of people remaining silent. They can be insidious. Watching everything you do, write down your weaknesses and then get you down. I rarely like quiet people. I've had bad experiences with some, but anyway ... I may not like because I am a person who talks a lot, but I'm almost to the point and I like people to come clean with me. And quiet people too rarely play clean.
Unfortunately I am obliged to say that some things never change. And if you are no longer able to live peacefully with what ever lived, it means that you have changed. So it's time to go.
I wish I could be cheerful and smiling all the time, but I'm not. Most things are not easy. And some days are days of internal battles. These are the worst. These are the days that will not let me be happy, but there are always the days of truce. And I smile a lot these days.
I must say I am quite a perfectionist with certain things. I am very demanding with myself in relation to certain things. There are people like that, but I guess not many. Most will do something unfinished and will say it's better than nothing. I hate these people.
Ahhh Jazz is wonderful you know? Wonderful in all. Wonderful to appreciate, singing, dancing (even yourself), to imagine. Yes, imagine. Am I the only person who imagines stories to the songs? My thoughts are almost always great music. And I enjoy it. Stories in my head that only I know. I can not tell the stories, because hardly anyone would listen. Stories are just silly, fruit of my imagination. But they are funny stories. And with song in the middle! Who does not like it?

Carnival

People other and move about the same time. And in a minute I'm cursing out loud because someone dropped beer on me, and the next minute I'm laughing and falling on the samba. Soon I'm not coming in samba! But this minute and I'm rolling fidgeting, leaving each particle strike dominate my body. And I like it.Soon desperately need water, to drink and to get wet. My hair is stuck in my neck because of sweat, but I do not want to stop dancing. It's good, is engaging, is liberating.Oops! Have confusion here! So we'd better stick around. At this time there's a guy coming at me, but I do not know if I want: it's weird. But my friend told me that the Carnival is no stranger. Really?I'm hungry but my stomach is nourished dance and more dance. And now I'm jumping rope in the middle of the Crab (Corda do Caranguejo).I'm having so much fun with my friends and meeting more people known, and singing / screaming I "Moro num país tropical! Abençoado por Deus e bonito por natureza!" And how beautiful it is! I thank you for being in February and I have legs so I can jump. I am grateful to be alive and able to enjoy these magical days of the year. And the other day too, of course.I'm taking lots of pictures and crazy eating a barbecue. And now someone kissed me, but I do not know who it was. There's a guy dressed as Spider-Man in front of me and a lot of other women's dresses, and I take pictures with them and die laughing.Has a girl dressed as a man, has a guy dressed as a doctor and his girlfriend dressed as a nurse. They make a nice couple, but now are fighting.I'm having so much fun, but it is 2:30 in the morning and now just want a shower and my bed. It's time to go, but tomorrow / today has more. and I do not miss it for anything.
That everything I just said, the Carnaval happens. And everyone should have at least one in life because you are young only once.

The evil of the century?

I'm already a little while without writing ... These weeks that followed were quite busy and I did not have time to come here. I hate not having a computer at home, I hate it, but that's life.But even I have not posted anything here, does not mean that I stopped writing. No, actually, I'm writing more now, but only the papers pile up in the closet. It makes me sad, but anyway, just for a while. Yesterday in the afternoon drinking coffee, I ended up writing a text that I think has everything to do with this lack of communication I'm talking about, so here it is:

Happiness is not instantaneous, it is not something you can achieve without effort. Happiness takes time to stay. For more than a few moments you do stay, she will, because it is a state that is far above moments, news and feelings of euphoria. But sometimes a moment can change everything. Yes, but not for a moment that builds happiness, there is a moment that takes all the maturity it needs to recognize that happiness is a collection of all things, but mostly from things that are within you.
Some people just never understand that happiness is a state of mind that must be achieved, is a complex and simple at the same time. it is not just momentary outputs alegrinhos that release hormones in your body (without wanting to double-meaning), because these hormones is short lived and when they die you feel empty and bored and do not see the little things around you that good could make you happy. Simplicity. Because no one else sees fun in that?
Previously there was no TV, no telephone and no internet.As people sometimes waited months to receive a letter and some even go out of their city, but many were happy. Why always tried to give less attention to things superfluous. They valued the true riches. Love, family, friendship, work. Take a cup of coffee in the evening and a glass of wine at night. Caring for a garden, cooking a meal. Small things that had the power to bring peace, joy, pleasure, happiness. But you know why it was so? Because once people died early. and knowing this, took advantage of all things, from the most sophisticated to the simplest. Dance. Kissing. Singing. Play an instrument. Being recognized in a job. Write. Ler. family eat dinner. Walking arm in arm (or hand) with his love. So why today there are people who think all this is boring? Humans are increasingly acting like robots insasiáveis. Always running, always forgetting who and what matters. And for me, this is the evil of this century.

Those times

These are difficult times. Tough times for which I need to pass. I do not know how long it will last, but will last a while. And I need to be strong and believe that if I survive this time, most problems are solved.

It's time to grow, it is time to move. It is time to behave and practice education with the undeserving. It is time to force smiles and sometimes even smiling for real. But it is time to go crazy in the shower sometimes. Leave the tears to merge with the water, so I did not see any sense that it has drained out of me. Better to pretend that none of this has never existed here. Small momentary despair are insignificant when compared to large permanent wills.

It is time to force me out of bed in the middle of the morning and not late in the morning. It is time to lift his head and walk resolutely and confidently, even if not so I'm feeling. As time goes on, I end up feeling so indeed.

It's time to hide the chocolates and sweets, it is time to conjugate verbs and not just talking about writing. It's time to love me above all, because many times I'll be my only company. It is time for change, change for good. Making a major internal reform so that I can adjust the external.

It is time for renovations. And renovations are not always easy, but most often are necessary. And that's why I'm here, going through these times so strangely different and frightening. But they were expected by me for a long time. And now I'm here ... well ... I make these, big time.