The courage to start again

Once upon a time two strangers to each other, that one day they met and met, and then did not see themselves more as strangers. They spent some time together sometimes, and a few weeks later found to be in love.More weeks passed and the excitement of the early mingled with the familiarity that both began to feel. The gathering brought the authenticity of each one, no thing to hide the defects from the beginning. But this authenticity has not revealed defeitinhos just silly, also revealed annoying things and perhaps even unacceptable to each other. But there was love there for a bit obscure these defects, so they remained together.Months later decided to marry, because they saw no reason for not being married. They married, and then that excitement back to the start. He stood there for a while, maybe for a year or a little more, and then turned the damn living developer, who left everything twice more tense than the left when he came courting.Began terrible fights. Scandals, screaming, anger and promises of the separation. A leak of one of them for a few hours, the near-drowning in tears the other who stays at home. The next day, pretending that nothing had happened, forgave themselves secretly, but he never forgave one another. However, it is easier to sustain a damaging relationship, than to take action and start from scratch. And what is worse, start from scratch yourself.Over time, the conversations became shallow and empty and effort to make it work, ceased to be sincere. There were no more kisses and sex only out of obligation. And then, a great piece of theater rose from nothing, and as not to disappoint the audience, the fights just outrageous and they learned to fight with class. Playing small doses of venom sarcastic one another, placing the foot slightly in front of each other and praying the drop is the opposite of subtle. But that began to fall increasingly left until only indifference. And this is where they returned to those who were strangers to each other before they met. But still married. Why?Because people are afraid to leave their relationships even if they are healthy? What good does not have the solitude of being alone, but having the world's largest loneliness within a relationship? If it did not work, because lying on broken glass?
I'm not afraid of dying, but afraid to marry. Do not take me wrong, I recognize great things in a marriage and I think a beautiful gesture, and should be very good when it really works, but what frightens me is the margin of error that seems to be higher each day. The coexistence of humans is extremely difficult, because we are all very complex and sometimes too hard. It must be terrible to separate, but more terrible still must sustain a relationship for reasons including the love is no longer included.If I get married one day, I sincerely hope it works out, but if not, I hope I have enough courage to start again, simply for self-preservation and respect myself, but mainly because they lose hope of being happy in love .
 Practice makes perfect, but I do not want to be perfect, just want to be good enough to make a relationship work. How many times as necessary, because my happiness depends on me.

Titanium - David Guetta feat. Sia

You shout it loud
But I can't hear a word you say
I'm talking loud not saying much
 I'm criticized but all your bullets ricochet
You shoot me down, but I get up
I'm bulletproof, nothing to lose
 Fire away, fire away
Ricochets, you take your aim
Fire away, fire away
You shoot me down but I won't fallI am titanium
You shoot me down but I won't fallI am titanium
Cut me down
But it's you who'll have further to fall
Ghost town, haunted love
Raise your voice, sticks and stones may break my bones
 I'm talking loud not saying much
I'm bullet proof, nothing to lose
Fire away, fire away
 Ricochets, you take your aim
Fire away, fire away
You shoot me down but I won't fall
 I am titanium
You shoot me down but I won't fall
 I am titanium
 I am titanium
 I am titanium
Stone hard, machine gun
 Firing at the ones who rise
Stone hard, as bulletproof glass
You shoot me down but I won't fallI am titanium
You shoot me down but I won't fall
I am titaniumYou shoot me down but I won't fallI am titanium
You shoot me down but I won't fall
 I am titaniumI am titanium

http://www.vagalume.com.br/david-guetta/titanium-feat-sia-traducao.html#ixzz1szcTiBWm

What I have left

I took a leap in the dark 

And still could not hit the ground. 

I think I fell into an abyss 

Just the wind with me. 

Silence is not bothered much. 

I wish there could be some clarity 

I would like to know what is happening. 

Can anyone hear my heart? 

I hear so loud, it's like he was beating in my ear.

 This gives my heart always work, 

Where can drag me anywhere. 

Never let me hit the ground 

Drags me like a hurricane, never lets me choose the direction. 

But right now, thank you for having it 

Because their sound is the only thing that fills the uninterrupted silence.

 A sad silence that comes from the outside. 

I want to run, but can not find the floor. 

I want to disappear, but still here without understanding. 

I feel a huge lack of something, but do not know why. 

I've given up trying to understand 

But I think I'm starting to tread on the ground. 

I can only close my eyes 

And start living.

Desert

A glass of water. It was what she wanted at that moment. It was what she needed. But no one appeared to offer one. Left that house and can barely hold back tears on the sidewalk. Cried desperately, uncontrollably for no apparent reason. The reason? Everyone. And of course she needed. Needed this time to strip than long planned to get rid of. And even need this time for her, I still wanted a glass of water. And if someone came with one, would not bother. But no one appeared to offer one.

Not looking for a specific place to cry, I just wanted to cry and did not care for the place. He walked down the street crying, following the path, supporting themselves on their plan. Even though I was not sure if that was the right way, I knew it was at least one way. As much as we were certain of what I wanted, but still could not stop crying. And he did so by three streets.

When he felt that the tears had ceased, new born, showing him that your hurt and sadness were much larger than it seemed. When the hiccups began, he felt the brigade to stop. He sat up a little, rested his head in his hands, and even if they did not want anyone to see her that way, but still wanted a glass of water. But no one appeared to offer one.

I had never seen more deserted streets of people, it was as if the world had given her privacy to suffer, how could despair, with no one around to judge.

He passed a small ox horns long, imagining that this should be a bull. But even though she is red, it does not seem to notice. It was like the spectacle of her desperation to herself, and no one dared to interfere. Hidden in the desert.

Up and down a hill and this time, gasped - the truth is I wanted someone to come to take your weight and give you a glass of water. He felt more agony, but never stopped. There should be greater than this determination, the decision should not be stronger. When the world seemed to crumble, she dared not stop. It was as if in a silent movie. And so it went. He walked slowly, but walked. And when he thought he'd never come, came. The tears became extinct alone, because there was nobody to stop them. She desperately wanted a glass of water, but no one appeared to offer one. Turned around and went alone in his only companion. If complied, but not accepted. He decided to maintain the appearance of being well, when he came in place of unknown people. And so would, until it reached its destination. Would not give up, even if you hurt entirely alone.

The worst thing is when you need someone, but nobody comes. Not even to give a glass of water.

So many ways, the same feeling

 As far as love is able to get? I now speak about love in general. Here are ways that I felt: love of daughter, friend love, sisterly love, love girlfriend, love of her granddaughter. It also has a kind of love without a name, which is love I feel for my younger brother. Perhaps this is as close as anyone can get to know how to love a child without actually having one. Only I know how it was particularly difficult to leave it when I moved. Do not let him actually - still see him whenever I can - but it was the farthest I got from him since he was born four years ago. I did not cry every night, but in some cried. But think ... I thought about him all the days and nights. Now I'm better, used and trying to think of things I comfort them and give me reason to stay where I am when the longing gets too big. Maybe that's what my father feels when he gets more than a month away from us, maybe that's what my mother felt when we were little and we went on holiday with him. Maybe that's what she is feeling right now with my change. But I'm sure my dad was always worse. I lived with my mother continuously for seventeen years, while with my father when we could spend fifteen days in a row together was something unusual, a rarity. Most of the time was a weekend or a day.Now I'm able to live a little more with it, you may get even more going forward, but who knows if this will be enough? Probably the lost years can never be compensated.But it would be wrong of me to say that he only saw me grow up, because I always lived with my mother and she still did not understand that I grew up. It may not have fully grown, but for now, enough. My family is always a tricky issue in my life.I finish this thing pointless, saying I have a serious fear of having children one day. I had the worst of life, but went through some things I do not want ever to pass my younger brother. So I guess this means they also would not want my child to pass.If you ever thought about it, maybe that's the time. Unfortunately I could never afford to postpone issues like this, it always came up to me making it clear that there is and I have to be very careful with my choices. Think about it. And when you think enough thought, think more, to get as close as possible an answer or a certainty. For full answer and never have total certainty, 20% is luck. So, do the best with 80%.

Humor

What would we do without the ability to see things in grace? If anyone thought anything funny, the world would be a complete disaster and everyone would be eternally sad. Depression would be passed from generation to generation. That would be terrible.They say that Brazilians are the people that there is more humorous, more friendly and more receptive. But it should also be less patriotic than there ... Finally, these three things I said about us, are very positive features, I like them all. We are so humorous that we are able to laugh at our own misfortune. We laughed the wretched politicians, the corrupt cop laugh, laugh to live in a city virtually surrounded by bandits because of corrupt police and politicians unhappy; laugh at the superficial image that is created and disrespectful of Brazilian women abroad (however there are odd jobs here we can not generalize, because there are odd jobs around the world); laughed at most of our population is illiterate; people only laugh if they succeed in living a health plan ... It is ridiculous to think that Brazil is among the ten largest economies in the world, but still there are people starving. If things are the same way they speak, a few years the Brazilians are illiterate millionaires. It seems far-fetched? But it's true. Worse, it is unfortunately true.Even with all this, we must still strive to see grace in life and laugh heartily. My friends say that my laugh is scary, but hardly happens when I end up laughing all laughing with me. My laughter is like that so I do not force it, but if not, it would be almost, because I lay down I do not feel like laughing when the moment calls for.If we fail to recognize the grace of things, why the clearances would be worth, on weekends, holidays, waking up early, work, dating, chatting ...? Why be worth living? If we can not recognize the good things and reap the fruits of our efforts for a variety of things, we have no reason to live. And I speak not only of the Brazilian people, it serves worldwide. Everyone needs to laugh and take the focus of the rot that exists to spare, because if not, let's go crazy. Because with the bad, all we are "familiar," and are always reaching new to us. But does anyone ever know the things looking good? Does anyone devotes part of his time to a mood without great pretensions? Every day I try to bring some of that for my life, and when I can, I do not regret.

Exchange, turn off

Here the speaker is uneasy metamorphosis. Has little time I left, but it seems like years in my memory.

Having gone does not mean having forgotten what I've lived there. There are stories, are facts that happened one day and continue repeating itself like so many others. There are things and feelings stronger than time. Promises written in sand, the wind is not able to erase, even with the help of the sea.

The photos exist to prove. Letters, poems, conversations too. But all this is just frozen moments. Stronger than all this, more valid than any evidence, are the memories in my soul. Memories of a past that will always be part of my career.

You remember that? I'm trying to make contact with you over a month. I try but I get no return. I think all this is farther for you than for me. I think by this and other reasons, have to accept that this time of which I speak, is just one more time passado.Não forget you, nor anything of what we did and not for what we spend, but do not demand the same in exchange, my certainties are sufficient. I do not need other people confirming what I say. I know all this existed and this is one of the main ingredients of my smile. I will not regret for what has not been met or beaten the time has passed. You will always be those who were once my friends. I will not forget.

This is the letter of farewell. I always knew this would happen, but would not accept. This is a letter from a heart for others, a heart that is reshaping the concept of happiness. It's getting late, gotta go. Maybe one day we can be together again, but now, this moment here, it's just me.

Exchange, turn off.

Headache

I consider myself a brave person. sometimes scares me a little with some changes that knocking at my door, but do not hesitate to make me look at them they'll feel better with them. I plunge head and the mood and of course, asking God to give me luck. Sometimes it works.
But even being a courageous person, I have my moments of cowardice. When I start to think in such relationships, I'm a little confused. Do not misunderstand, I believe in love. But I also believe that sometimes it is not enough. It should be, but not always.
I'm missing just being a teenager I permetia be in much of my time. I was just a teenager and that was enough. Nobody was charging beyond my capacity to be a teenager all the time, and if charged, I was right to play. But now, I have to breathe the idea that I can no longer be as I was, in many things. I have to grow and grow and grow. But how do you grow instantly? Someone explain to me? I want to know. I'm trying with all my being meet expectations, because I'm terrified of disappointing so many important people to me. But I'm not sure if I'm doing a good job. You know, I'm new in this business of being an adult all the time. I've always been a responsible person by nature, but I could always take a break. Now, I'm not so sure.
Some questions do not stop tormenting me head. Sometimes I think it so much that it seems that my head will explode. But do not explode, and it is then that comes to my constant companion, the headache. If my name were otherwise, should be "Walking Headache", because that's what I am. Maybe it's just caused by my sinuses, maybe not, the fact is that this is driving me crazy. There was a time when I was like, but then began. But now she is back, strong and steady pounding in my head things that are already decorated.
Just wanted to take back the mental silence that sometimes I could lay here. What is happening to me?!