Absence

People who are not loved and not feel loved, get sick. Too fattening, too lose weight, others cry or laugh too much out of desperation.
No longer able to find beauty in a sunset, can't listen to music and relax, can not see a movie and regret that his life can not be like the story.
People without love dries out and get flooded inside with all the tears I can't eliminate.
They live in a state of weight in the back, melancholy, despair, shock or just feel empty inside that famous.
If playing in ballads and "relate" with 30 different people in one night, in an unconscious attempt to fill the domestic blank, an unconscious attempt to isolate the painful fact in mind. But instinct is not the same as feeling, and instinct alone never completely satisfies nobody.
People are lost without love. Look at all sides, but don't understand no, not decide for yourself which one to follow. They get dizzy, confused and disturbed by what they see so much information out there and it just annoys the most, only causes them more willing to go home and shut up in a world no.
Definitely the lack of love takes people's hopes, and makes life meaningless and emotionless. Love can be a blessing when it goes hand in hand with you, but can also be a curse when he decides to give her back. It is your height or your ruin.
It is worse for those who already felt and can no longer reach him, because that person knows how good it is, how much is an inexplicable feeling of another world without limits ... There most dangerous drug?
As for a person who never felt, ignorance is a blessing in disguise, or even just lack of experience. But after all, who never felt love in life? Of any kind, and love is worth.
I was wondering how someone might be able to invent love and loneliness on the same planet ... What seems ironic, since we live in a world that has between 7 and 8 million people. Unfortunately, this is one of those cases where everything is possible ...

Revolution

Sometimes life takes us in unexpected ways ... What was routine yesterday may no longer be tomorrow, people who meant something yesterday may mean something completely different tomorrow. But most important is that changes always come at some point, no matter how long delay, they always arrive. And it's up to each of us to adapt to them or shape them according to our needs.

Today I'm alone, but the truth is I've always been alone. Before you could not see because of my life at the time, but now I see and understand that most people are born alone (minus the twins, of course) and also die alone. There is drama, no exaggeration, just a fact. I never stopped to think about it, because I always thought too sad and tragic, but now I'm really feeling this "loneliness" I realize and start accepting. And if it is impossible to be happy alone, I'll have to give it my way at least for now, because it suits me stop smiling. Every one knows the truth that belongs to him, everyone knows the truth that invents or constructs, words that basically mean the same thing. You need to be creative and patient to create these truths or at least shape them from an existing essence. Some people are lucky and can build a true scratch, others have to shape their already imposed according to their needs and this is the most difficult. I'm still not sure what I really belong. I think it's a bit of both.

I'm here, breaking barriers, stretching boundaries, increasing my vocabulary and my revolutionizing concepts that I thought were completely peaceful and that had been set long ago. No, today I feel is a civil war here, a land reform or an industrial revolution. In the end a kind of revolution does not really matter, all that matters is that they all have the same goal here inside me: give me happiness. And to be honest, I'm the most excited of all this war.

Filling

The years are very large with a lot of numbers, facts and routine, much routine. So routine that sometimes I think I became a robot or I'm stuck in a scratched CD. I hate routine, but that's how people are not millionaires live, unfortunately. The important thing is to never lose a chance to make the difference when possible, because that's what makes us spontaneous. It can be every day, or from time to time, can be a great thing as well tiny, what matters is to make at some point.

In those 365 days in which we live, truth be told: It does not happen much. We have a great event in January, then another in May, who knows ... Maybe we have another one in September and maybe you have an amazing New Year ... But the truth is that "amazing New Year" is one more thing movie than reality.

On most days nothing happens, but one day, it happens. And whenever that day is that outshines all others. One day can change the routine, can change people, can change a life. Days like these are meant to be photographed, as they mark the beginning or great grand finals, but the ordinary days are meant to be recorded as they are in them we build enduring things. I hate routine, but the truth is that the days are common constructions, development, trajectory, the story unfolds, moving to another big day, which is the outcome. So I'm kind of convinced me that we would be empty without large common these days. Just as certain cookies are nothing without their fillings.

World cardboard

A while ago, I had the same dream, where all the bad things were offset by some people. The dream was so real, that it looked like I was living it. And when I awoke in the morning, which seemed to wake up from the dream, too, but now I know I only woke up when he was sleeping. After some time of distrust, could only agree definitely today.

We can create illusions of countless worlds, with all kinds of people, things, objects, scenarios ... But the reality is, and she always comes at some point. I lived a dream where I could pretend that nothing was happening, nothing bad and it bothered me that the dirt that I witnessed did not exist. That dream came to me and I ended up developing it more for my own pleasure. And I remember being happy there, remember I really think those people exist and that their feelings existed ... I thought until I felt was real and that would be forever. My world of cardboard, consoled myself for all that I had seen and did not want to see. That dream was all I had, until I saw the first crack appears and then nothing was the same.

Friends and relatives have become dust magically. Everything I thought I knew was nothing more than an escape from my mind, crazy years ... And now I find myself here, and I'm not sure anymore if I'm real or if I was also part of the dream. Maybe he has not been created by me, but by something or someone that is a level that I know. No matter the creator, what matters now is that I woke up, I want to retrieve the reality that I've isolated the back of my mind. No matter what I have to do, no matter what I have to endure, no matter the size of the disappointment I feel when he finds out the truth. I want the truth, that's all I want.

I'll live a reality this time because the invented if vai and I do not want to have anything taken away from me. Another punch in the stomach, will be tricky for me. I'll do what I have to do, I do for me, because of all that I'm the only one left, I'm the only person that actually existed. I do not want any more of that. No more no connection with those lies, falsehoods and fantasies, now I just want something concrete, no matter how this concrete crush me and make me suffer. Why nothing made me suffer more when I discovered that this world in which I lived, never existed. I never lived the truth, but now I will. My world is already torn cardboard and thrown in the trash.

Our line

We always knew that

walk this line is dangerous.

We always knew that

this line has always been the point of breaking

If not for one, would be the other.

I love you and scorn,

I hate you and worship you,

I blame you and forgive you,

But I do not want to feel anything for you.

I do not want to know anything

you want to make me understand

Understand that I'm not you and I no longer have to balance that line.

I'm leaving out, as it always was: alone.

I just put off by all this time

because I knew that this time, when I arrebentasse this line

would be definitive, there is no patch.

The sorrow is great and I do not want to let her go with time.

I want to always remember this moment

that moment when I needed it and you were not.

This time you showed what I spent my whole life denying.

The moment I saw the hole in me

and the distance between us.

As much as I denied it, deep down I knew

would end like this.

Head

An hour in the morning in the real world

but in my head is just an hour to think about it like any other.

What day is today?

Does not really matter.

What matters is that it is a day

and days are made to live

and not to be numbered.

Why is it that when I want both events

they take so long to happen?

And when it finally happens,

I have just the excitement of the moment and then come back to the same doldrums ever?

I've said it before but I'll say it again

because it seems more real to me:

I only know how to live in the past and in the future.

I can hardly make my present something exciting.

Or just busy.

I wish it were different, but it is.

All are actors, playing roles that suit them.

Few people show the reality of themselves.

Sometimes because reality is too shocking

in others, not wanting to face the judgment of others.

I try to import as little as possible

but sometimes I also freak.

Maybe not act healing for me.

Or maybe I was born without the disease.

Thoughts on the tenth floor

I'm on the tenth floor

the path to my dreams.

I was born in 10

and now it is what I do in my plans.

The day does not end until I got my sleep and strange dreams.

The night did not start until I open the window to get it.

The night wind blows strong in my memories and important idiots.

He wants to expel them, break them, eliminate them.

But my thoughts are like a paperweight that will not let them move.

I'm always going back and forth

but they never dare leave me.

I floor mats

while I feel thirst for ice cream and novelties.

I am a contradiction

Live in the past and the future

but never in the present.

Maybe this is my curse.

No matter which way I talk

Or what language I grave

My life will always be a great trip

Never arrive at the last stop.

I'm always a lover of freedom

And maybe one day I'll marry the possibilities.

Double action

It is amazing the ability of double meaning and double action that certain things are. The same thing can give you everything can leave you in the dust, the same thing can make you happy, it can leave you devastated, the same thing can give you, you can take ... The melancholy pleasure can turn in 5 seconds, the happy memories can become a heavy burden, repentance may be the only thing that does not allow you to recover from a major disappointment. Love may be his salvation or his undoing, it is difficult to know which is your case. The histories of all people are different, but if you pay attention notices similarities absurd, that at first glance you had not assimilated. A life miserable for a person who loves so wretched, the disappointment when looking in the mirror and see what you've become something completely different than I thought, a bad surprise. The feeling of having your life thrown in the trash and could not do anything to stop it. Such dedication, such passion, such purity, madness, so many things ... I know someone who no longer recognizes herself, afraid of what you see when you look around or look for herself. And especially when looking to the side opposite of her on the bed. How much can someone love a person who did not deserve to be loved by anyone and no one expected it to be loved and to love and then giving up the life she had, finding out that what happened was not an exchange as she thought at the beginning and yes a robbery? Sounds crazy too? It happens. The worst part is when you try to shake it and can’t, or do not know how or does not like. What do you do then? Cries for life? Or arranges a way, any way to change this? Life is great, but without room for much.

This person I know who is in this situation and thinks that has no outlet, but it has. It's a difficult exit, but still, it's an outlet, a way that many people like to have. But that person has no courage to use this output, unfortunately. She does not like the life you have, but do not give up out of your comfort zone and risk a change. Thank God I'm not like that, but unfortunately my power of persuasion is not so strong to the point of convincing her that it's time to count on luck ee risk. For now I still can’t convince her, but I hope that one day she does this because he realized that the best thing to do, not because I convinced her. So how can demolish something, we can rebuild from scratch, always. Because almost all things have dual action.

There has

Things are as they are. If someone says they're quiet, because it is calm. If someone says he loves you, it's because he loves you. If someone says he will not be able to go out at night because they need to study, is explained. But we not only hear the words, we also hear the signals.He called when he said he would call, but it was cold as an igloo. You talked and talked, and he quietly monosyllabic. Until you put it against the wall: "What's going on? '. "Nothing, I'm on my own, that's all." That's it?? There has.He called when he said he would call but was overzealous. He kept babbling. An extraordinary excitement. You ask point-blank: "What joy is this?" "Hey, I'm happy, that's all." That's it??? There has.

The such signals. Anxiety untimely, awkward silence, looking lost, change the way you dress, dark circles and yawns who slept little at night: there is. We are doctors in translating gestures, silences and unusual attitudes. If he is too quiet, it is because you are thinking about the best way to give bad news. If you're too bubbly, it's because you've been rolling news is not knowing. If he is too gentle, you do not want The such signals. Anxiety untimely, awkward silence, looking lost, change the way you dress, dark circles and yawns who slept little at night: there is. We are doctors in translating gestures, silences and unusual attitudes. If he is too quiet, it is because you are thinking about the best way to give bad news. If you're too bubbly, it's because you've been rolling news is not knowing. If he is too gentle, you do not want you to realize that your head is in another. If you send flowers, it is because we are wanting something to facilitate it. If you are traveling with friends, you do not love us anymore. If you quit smoking, it's a promise he did not tell you. Anyway, the guy can not breathe differently that there is.Sometimes not. The guy may be silent because he read a section that messed with him, or talking much because his team won. It may be more affectionate because talked about it in therapy and can be produced more because they had a salary increase. Why is everything they do has to be a message for us?
It's a generalization, but women tend to be more insecure than men in the category relationship. Any change of course leaves us in a state of alert, any woman who crosses his path may be a competitor, any unjustified harshness may be a yellow card. What he says matters less than his conduct. Poor men. If you are not drooling by us, whether they take the day to meditate or to watch a volleyball game on TV without warning two weeks in advance, danced up: there is.

Martha Medeiros

Bra

Take the bra is not a release? I know that sounds a little too feminist, but this issue was ingrained in my head since yesterday, by the time I went to bed and took off my bra. And is it true, is very good indeed. Maybe men live walking without underwear for the same reasons: the feeling of freedom, comfort, a sense of being at ease. Is there anything better than that? It's like being among friends, you feel free to be who you are.

Of course we will not be walking around without a bra, because it is ugly, but those moments when we can do that are great. We are women, we have to care for and value ourselves above all and always seek to find balance between comfort and responsibility, between the right and duty, between the smile and tear. Women have so many things to worry about right? Makeup, hair, clothes, shoes, weight, hair removal, pill, absorbent, boyfriend, mother, father, husband, children, siblings, friends, work, play ... Everything we aprováveis ​​for our eyes and also the eyes of others. We strive to be educated, intelligent and beautiful and still remains very difficult to be happy for many out there.

 There is also the kind of woman who does not care about anything else, just that vulgarized general, who opens her mouth to release the bees that for so long were hurting her house and does not want to know who it will affect and what consequences this act can cause. We all do it from time to time, as we are human and we also have our moments of small outbreaks, but nobody has to know everything that goes on in your head, and nobody has to know everything that happens in your life because it just opens more room for judgment and criticism and I believe we are all tired of it.

I've been so: he spoke everything that came into my head, without thinking about what could cause this, but now I always filter what I think before I speak, or at least a good short story. Of course in my moments of stress bees fly all around, but until those moments decreased considerably. I think I'm finally leaving the stage of crazy hormones of adolescence and becoming an adult more controlled. But none of this prevents me smile when I take my bra and I know it will be like at 14, 18, 30 or 70. Everyone loves freedom and there is no right age to love it, as there is no right age to live.