Thoughts of an owl

 

I guess I'll never get used to my strange life. Maybe she's always strange, might improve eventually, but will always have a little weirdness around her. And inside, too.

I am an owl. I can’t sleep early and always get to a certain hour of the night with open eyes and minds full. It's almost as if I work better in the dark. I am an owl. I see things that nobody else sees and sometimes people see things that I do not see or things that I do not want to see. But I know it's no use pretending not to see the problems, because they see you always. And they're always waiting for you, no matter how long is the waiting. At some point, you will end up coming back to them, until finally solve them.

I'm shocked. Shocked many things to many people, the world and even a little shocked me too. There are times I find myself thinking "WHAT THE HELL?" And I think anyway, in capital letters, screaming in my head that torment me and make me deaf. And the problem is that nobody ignores cries, all seeking to know where it comes from even a quick search and temporary. And lately I've heard many cries of all kinds, of all people and even cries of the past. At first, I wanted to go there, doing that old, I felt a need to do this. But when she was alone in the silence of the night and could think better, I realized I do not want to dig a powder. Yes, a powder, because they decompose long, it makes sense to move into a powder. And besides, I'm allergic to dust.

I came to realize that sometimes we have to try to ignore certain things, however difficult they may be. We must hear the cry, stay abreast of the situation, record the information and then bury it and do absolutely nothing. Absolutely nothing. I'm all for helping people, I am a person who loves to do it, but when the problem is too obscure, I prefer to ignore the cry, because I will not put me in trouble that is not mine. I mean, before trying to solve the problems of others, I have to try to solve my, is not it? So, starting today, I am completely deaf. 'll just take the plugs out of my ears when you have solved all that is mine. Until then, here the owl hear no cry, no matter how high it’s.

Salon

   

They talk about everything, about everyone, about everything and everyone. They like to laugh as loud as they can and do everything with only two hands. There is one kind of disgusting to put his hands on my eyebrows when I was five minutes ago with his hands on someone's feet? Well, I'm not in a position to choose, because they do not know how to do eyebrows. But I can say I know how much it hurts.

Every time I come to a place like this, I end up getting familiar with all the novels and sometimes even step to know a new artist. Also I learn a little more about their lives, because if women are not ashamed to say anything personal in front of everyone in loud and clear, they are. Sometimes revelations are accompanied by some Portuguese mistakes too, but nobody's perfect right? And who am I to judge people? We all need to vent or simply tell you something, in our own way.

Every time I come here, I can distance myself from my problems and laugh with their problems, which in most cases are not exactly problems. Why would they be? They are middle-aged women working to support themselves, living well, the point of being chubby and having cool phones, turning just fine without men, thank you.

Some of them are not from here, came from far away hoping to solve their problems, but guess what: they really decided they had to, but others arranged. Life can’t be perfect, right? And I think therein lies the grace. Where are entrusted to us new challenging situations and I think we could even consider this as a kind of honor. Or simply try to solve the riddles of fate, or something.

I feel the smell of acetone, hair dye, hydrogen peroxide, nail polish and hair products. But who cares? This is the price you pay for the beauty and sometimes it is more expensive than we wanted. However, what is the woman who is going to drop finished in a corner? Only one woman who lost her passion for life and for herself. If you do not take care of us, no one will, we must always love us. And the problem is not to be gray; the problem is to have a life gray. Do not let it happen to you. And every time you feel that urge to drop in a corner, come back here, because these women who are here can always brighten your day, somehow, you'll end up smiling. Even if it’s a smile, very tiny.

They talk about everything, about everyone, about everything and everyone. They like to laugh as loud as they can and do everything with only two hands. There is one kind of disgusting to put his hands on my eyebrows when I was five minutes ago with his hands on someone's feet? Well, I'm not in a position to choose, because they do not know how to do eyebrows. But I can say I know how much it hurts.

Every time I come to a place like this, I end up getting familiar with all the novels and sometimes even step to know a new artist. Also I learn a little more about their lives, because if women are not ashamed to say anything personal in front of everyone in loud and clear, they are. Sometimes revelations are accompanied by some Portuguese mistakes too, but nobody's perfect right? And who am I to judge people? We all need to vent or simply tell you something, in our own way.

Every time I come here, I can distance myself from my problems and laugh with their problems, which in most cases are not exactly problems. Why would they be? They are middle-aged women working to support themselves, living well, the point of being chubby and having cool phones, turning just fine without men, thank you.

Some of them are not from here, came from far away hoping to solve their problems, but guess what: they really decided they had to, but others arranged. Life can’t be perfect, right? And I think therein lies the grace. Where are entrusted to us new challenging situations and I think we could even consider this as a kind of honor. Or simply try to solve the riddles of fate, or something.

I feel the smell of acetone, hair dye, hydrogen peroxide, nail polish and hair products. But who cares? This is the price you pay for the beauty and sometimes it is more expensive than we wanted. However, what is the woman who is going to drop finished in a corner? Only one woman who lost her passion for life and for herself. If you do not take care of us, no one will, we must always love us. And the problem is not to be gray; the problem is to have a life gray. Do not let it happen to you. And every time you feel that urge to drop in a corner, come back here, because these women who are here can always brighten your day, somehow, you'll end up smiling. Even if it’s a smile, very tiny.

Move on, baby

 

 "Why things are the way they are and not as they should be?"

I spent much time trying to find an answer, can you respond to

But I can’t find, I could only look at everything around me, and questioning...

Questions about me, about you questions, questions about everything...

Questions about all that anyone can understand.

 But today I discovered that more important than understanding, is trying to do.

Making dreams possible,

convert everything is the way it is for the way it should be.

I do not understand much,

but I know that if you want to understand something someday,

questions need to launch and run behind the answers.

And how I do it?

With the movement.

I'll start doing things instead of waiting for others to do it for me.

I do things, and in the midst of these results, the answers come along, as prizes

immediate.

 I advise you to move.

Move to life, moving to you.

Because it has many sides, the interpretation depends on which side you see.

Therefore, I can’t explain to you what you can’          t understand

because I think different from you

I see a hand you do not see.

But if you want to change the angle and move on to look at what I'm looking

C'mon baby, I'm with you.

Cry

 

You wake up and smiles a new day has begun and you have the luck to be in it. So get out of bed, take a shower, have breakfast, go to work or explore the world. And if you have good taste, will do all that listening to music, because there is nothing better than music to make you start talking in the morning. Especially if you are a person like me that when he wakes up, looks more like a zombie than a human being and not just talk to anyone or himself.

You know places, have a great idea and puts it into practice, take lots of pictures of things, places and interesting people; is promoted at work, buy something that has long wanted to do something combines with your friends, laugh with them and put all catch up. You may even exercise their spirit of charity and help someone during the day. The important thing is that you have a life too busy, successful, fun, interesting and useful, then do not have much time to be sad or care about unnecessary things. Living intensely already consumes all your time.

You spend time with your family, write a book, compose a song, travels to Amsterdam and falls into a rave with everything. Without thinking, just dancing and staying away from people who likes to smell, smoking and injecting. But one little drink will not hurt.

Meet great and wonderful museums, it makes more plans for next year, is an important test, go to a rock concert to celebrate, make a night of pizza with your friends, get a wave with few enemies and play, have fun, always with many smiles and never letting the only thing that saddens you.

Are you self-sufficient and she repeats it to yourself all the time throughout the day. But all this repetition is not effective.

It is not effective, because if you do not lie in your bed at night and cry myself to sleep. You cry, cry of longing for something that does not even know what it is, cries the impossibility of having what is the most important thing in a person's life, he cries because he feels a person in half, maybe even cry because bustling cities are not enough to make you think about it, cry because I can’t stand to lead a busy life, crying because they simply want to stop it. Cry, because the only thing you need is the same as you do not have.

 You cry because they can’t stand being alone. Cry because there is nobody on the other side of the bed to make you a smile. Cry because you do not get good night kiss and not just a good night look. Cry because you only wanted someone to share your life so fabulous, why cry for that someone, you would give up his fabulous life. The problem is that there's nobody to do it. And for that reason, you cry.

Não é eficaz, porque se fosse você não deitaria na sua cama à noite e choraria até dormir. Você chora, chora de saudade de algo que nem sabe do que se trata, chora pela impossibilidade de ter aquilo que é a coisa mais importante na vida de uma pessoa, chora porque se sente uma pessoa pela metade, chora porque talvez nem mesmo agitadas cidades sejam o suficiente pra não te fazer pensar nisso, chora porque já não aguenta mais levar uma vida agitada, chora porque simplesmente quer parar com isso. Chora, porque a única coisa da qual você precisa é a mesma que você não tem.

Você chora, porque não aguenta mais ficar sozinho. Chora porque não tem ninguém do outro lado da cama pra te fazer dar um sorriso. Chora porque você não ganha beijo de boa noite e nem simplesmente um olhar de boa noite. Chora porque você só queria ter alguém pra dividir a sua tão fabulosa vida, chora porque por esse alguém, você até abriria mão da sua fabulosa vida por esse alguém. O problema, é que não tem ninguém pra fazer isso. E por esse motivo, você chora.

Feel

 You allow yourself to feel? Feeling entirely surrender to the thrill of the moment without concern? There is half a sense, it simply exists or not. It is wonderful when you can enjoy something completely, no strings attached, no buts, no stupid rules, without worrying about what others will say or think. Fuck what others will think and speak. While they are talking or thinking, you're living, enjoying it. We are all guided by rules imposed by people who we do not know who they are. It happens every day, and let it control our lives disproportionately. Why? Did someone do something just for his own will, just a feeling I want to put into practice? Few. And worse, we think that doing something simply because it is only our will. And no, that's all.

If you love someone, just love it and do it the way you. If you really want to do something, be it simple or complicated, arrange means to do without caring what others think. Earn money, send everyone to hell, make a big change. But know that nothing will happen if you do nothing. And it will only happen at will. If you have a dream that awakens your deepest strengths and weaknesses, but still you can not give up, do the impossible to achieve, because when you have a dream so strong, only if it is satisfied with the soul when you get there. Otherwise, you will always be a bumpy one. And that's not all.

If you're angry, download, swear at someone, give punch walls, and cry esperneie, put out that kind of feeling before he put you out. If you're sad, cry, write a poem, sad, break out with someone or with his stuffed animal. Just do it. Crying inside is far worse, it hurts your throat and the pain can last forever. But if it is to unload negative feelings to lock the room and make it your way, in his time. The last thing you need when you are sad or angry is people judging you, and when we are so it is what arises.

If you're happy, smile, do fun things, say nice things and funny, play, dance, travel, laugh, have sex, tell jokes, hug, kiss and take pictures pathetic. Celebrate your happiness and your ability to enjoy it. Feel. Feel it all and then some. Feel free, feel anger, feel desire for change, feel blessed, feel calm and agitation, feel excitement. Feel it, do not let anyone to prune, because you're not a tree to be pruned. But if it is to prune, what are you the only person to do this.

Make faces in the mirror, do things I will make you remember these moments forever, say stupid things, you change your mind and feelings. We are all chameleons and we have every right to have fun, learn and live! Be 18 or 60 years.

And if even after reading all this, you're not convinced, listen to "One Good Man" Janis Joplin. This song is able to awaken a person.

Perhaps this was a woman who has sinned by excess, but at least I never had to give up what I wanted because of things or people. Her problem was not knowing where it ends "play hard" and where does "self-preservation." Why yes, there is a big difference. It is for this reason that free will exists, that somehow we can choose what we feel, because each choice results in a feeling. And I choose to feel and not only that.