After yesterday

Later in the evening I spent with you yesterday

just left me frazzled.

My happy destroyed tatters

And my eyes have never been so amazed.

After yesterday

nothing else matters ...

I found heaven on earth

and I'm sure that in heaven there would be so good.

All this love you awoke in me

With it, I could melt a stone.

After yesterday

I discovered that there is no word

That describes exactly the size of my joy.

After yesterday I say

if you had to go through it all again, would

And if I had to cry all over again, cry

For the universe rewarded me with you

And there is no greater reward

than in my life,

have you.

Evening gale

Spring ... The wind at dawn announces changes.

It is a wind at the right temperature, soothing after a day of hot sun.

And I'm letting my hair flying everywhere and I'm not even matter ...

Because I know what it is about this wind.

And throw my hair in all directions, that is how he found me warn you that the next thing that will give it a whirl my head is full.

She vai vai rotate and then open ... Will open fully open the missing piece.

This is my favorite among all wind winds in the world.

End of year ... The bags packed announce the next stop.

It's still far more certain ... A lighter, more fortified, the more real.

It was the one that pushed me to this spring wind.

He was the one who calmed my heart, after all this time of waiting and fear.

I could not be a quitter or pessimistic person.

I could not be the kind of person who abandons his dreams to become just another slave to the slavers.

It turns out that in this crazy world, I do not fit.

Turns out I was not born to be a slave and not to enslave.

It happens every once in a while I rethink my decisions in an attempt to self-protection.

For I am my own rock, my own shell, my own warranty, my own strength.

Just me myself.

And together, we have our moments of joy.

And together, we live our lives.

Thanks to God's end of year and Christmas is coming.

Christmas always makes everything so much more beautiful, much lighter, more peaceful and more love.

Christmas will always be a magic date, even for those who do not have snow on the outside of the window.

My Christmas has a different, and perhaps for that reason I like him so much.

I never got discouraged at Christmas, even though every year make unbearable 40 °.

Maybe I'm even a person dreamy, optimistic and blind to the extreme.

And these are exactly the things that saved me from turning an adult robot.

If the key is not to go crazy being crazy, here I am.

And I'm sure there are people like me everywhere.

People who can feel when the wind is not just a wind.

Hydrotherapy

I like so much water ... Maybe that remind me of my childhood, of my weekends with my dad and my brothers. We had so much fun ... I stayed the whole day at sea and in the evening was all wrinkled and burned skin because of the sun, but completely happy. At that time I had no responsibilities ... Did not have to worry about getting a job to pay for college, and there was no crisis of Varig to take my father to SP and end our beach. In those moments, I was just a chubby girl and stressed about their happy hours. There was nothing when I was at sea.

Maybe I like water because of my small indigenous root, as were the Indians who taught us to bathe every day.

Maybe I like water through it to extremes me relax and I feel like you're in a bubble, away from all the problems. Maybe I was a fish in another incarnation, and sometimes I want to be in that too.

I'm in love with cold, but I am crazy about the beach in the heat. Maybe it's because I'm from Rio and the beach have been present at many different times of my life. I learned to treat the sea with respect, even if it were to be just sitting on the sand, watching the waves and the thought away ... Definitely water is part of my life, is a therapy.

I'm a maritime girl! =D

Mutt

I like tuna

The tuna cats mutts that eat the last piece of fish where everyone only see bones. Is that tuna that keep these cats free of any comfort that only seeks to imprison.

I like tuna

The tuna that is placed on a homemade pizza that feeds a hungry family at the end of the month. Is that tuna that leaves your stomach hurt anyone.

I like tuna

The tuna that is eaten with bread and mayonnaise when cheese and ham are over.

I like tuna

He replaces tuna cod and salmon.

I like tuna.

Maybe I like this much tuna because of my Portuguese descent.

Or perhaps because I identify with cats mutts, full of mixtures, just like me: Portuguese, German, Indian, Italian, Spanish and Black.

We're all mutts, but we are all free because we have a bit of each place.

Who are we? We are the people who know how to embrace anyone, are the ones who always find a solution for everything.

We are the forgotten tuna eaters in the world.

Maybe that's why I like both of tuna.

Or maybe it's because he's always light at the end of the kitchen cabinet when I can not find anything interesting, as also is the light at the bottom of trash cans cats seen so many places out there ...

I like tuna.

Tea

From time to time I try to say to myself that my flaws are just proof that I am human and nothing more than that. No one is a monster for having defects, we are all only human.

I'm trying to understand because of a sudden I started to like tea. Not that I have abandoned my coffee, is not it, I just started drinking tea in the afternoon and before bed. It calms me. Maybe that is softer, more subtle, with a pleasant temperature that relaxes me. And when I take tea in my mug with design castle, my mind drifts to far ... I think of all things in life, including the problems, and not feel afraid, do not feel anger, I feel no sadness, just feel acceptance. I think the tea gives me a warmth, a comfort that anyone could ever give me.

I've been wandering through this crazy world made smaller and no sign of light, is a hope. I try to see flowers in weeds, grass into mud, indifference in love, in a desperate attempt not to get carried away by my feelings intense, so deep, complex and difficult to bear. I'm an intense person, always have been, but lately, due to recent events who come disguised as wins and then show the true face, I have had intense feelings and aggressive. When I realize that it was all a trap ... I have to look myself in the mirror and say to myself that my flaws make me human. A silly and dreamy human.

Life is short. The roads are different, but deep down they are all interconnected and even though each fall in different places, all end up crossing the road. Sometimes we have to make small or large sacrifices to get achievements. There is not much difference between losers and winners, except that one could go to the end of the road and the other did not have enough strength to stand firm in his post.

Luck.

Help.

Courage.

Determination.

Intelligence.

We all count on at least one of these items the way they are and that can make a difference in the end it is up to us. Sometimes we do not have all the weapons we need, we just have all the reasons we need. For me that is able to get us out of trouble more than any gun, for me that is all the items together. To me this is more than enough.

Creation

It was an end of the world, but it was hers.

And because it was, it was a pretty close

There was no need for him to do something ugly, terrible and horrible

Even in the future, giving him a disappearance.

It was all fine if she did not look twice

There were no faded flowers if she did not look closely

It was only sunshine ... Happiness was always close.

The sea was rough and impossible to enter

but all that bravery made ​​him even more beautiful and admirable.

And in his moments of madness

when she was more angry than he

came and showed who is in charge.

Maybe it was just luck

Maybe they were just strong arms.

No day was done out of boredom

No moment was in vain

No rain plagued

Everything was perfect, never felt pity.

She saw what he wanted to see

He heard what he wanted to hear

It was who wanted to play

And hide the feelings that would not show.

Each one lives in the world that creates

And it was just what she believed.

It was an end of the world, but it was hers.

Inside

Maybe my problem is the rush.

I'm in no hurry to start, to continue hurry, hurry to finish.

I have difficulty appreciating the moments slowly, and when they end, I get all nostalgic, living in the past. I just really appreciate my moments when they are gone. I appreciate them in my mind, the way I kept the memories, the way my eyes understood, or simply witnessed.

I talk a lot when I'm with people, but when I'm alone, I look like a rock. What I have a happy, smiling, talkative and spontaneous in public, I have a quiet, still and quiet solitude. I closed my mind and do not give room for anyone to enter. Often people approach, pass me, talk to me, but the shadow that puts my mind in my eyes will not let me see. If the people around me see me when I'm like this, cut off relations. No one can stand in my moments derived from a stone.

And even a person as I am in a hurry, even in my moments of stone'm not calm. I'm the kind of person who walks down the street like a desperate, as if the world was ending. Ando fast even if not delayed, because there is one of the few thing I takes me to do: leave home.

The rush haunts me, part of me, takes away my ability to appreciate the moments of my life. Maybe it's because I have had some really nasty moments, bad, which made ​​me wish with all my heart that would end soon. And now, I live in automatic, hurry up with that should not have.

Maybe so, or maybe I'm just a person with no patience even with the new madness, the transformations, but nourishes within himself, so many ghosts of the past.

My head is even an animal, so savage and brutal that one day will still feed me.

Nightly ritual

While bottleneck and crying desperately

For my head stories that are lived ...

A chair, a party, a Christmas, a fight, a happiest day of all ...

My real life is going on in the depths of my mind

while I'm lying in the dark of night.

The songs are still starting and ending

Keep changing what they mean to me

And I go dancing with my eyes closed

Slowly the reunion of my great love:

The past.

And the wind comes

Pass me by

Like so many storms

As bright sunny days

Like everything in life.

I'm completely in love

Passionate about unknown

Passionate about infinity

In love with all my old loves.

They make me happy

While I remember the happiness in which he was immersed in my time with them.

In the depths of my mind

As I lay in the dark of night...

Dust

Dreams become,

People become,

The promises become,

Life always gets ...

Dust.

It has never been easy to live the life in which I was born

Because when I arrived, the circus was armed

The only thing I had to do was accept to live like that, as if I saw nothing ...

But I never got it

I was never anything that people wanted me to be

I never let myself turn to dust ...

I have a war in my head

An overpopulation in my heart

And a need for something in my body that I do not know what is ...

I always wanted to be free and the only time I came close to being, I saw everything around me become dust.

But I don't.

I was born to stand

even if it means being the only one left ...

I admit that stay long in the same place always bothered me

Maybe it's because I know that at some point everything becomes dust

And I hate having to stand to see the destruction ...

I hate this lonely life

But I prefer to be lonely than turn to dust.

Building under construction

In the wake of the sounds of the night, maybe it's me ... A building down.
He is crumbling? No. Only not just been constructed.
I didn't know it could be so hard to live ... So many facts and issues with which the "adults" deal ... What shocked me most so far was naked proof that love is "eternal" for a few ... Very few. As Martha Medeiros once said: "There should be education for divorce." I never had this kind of education, but never gave up full of love. A little yes, but never completely. Maybe that's clash between fantasy and reality. "I'm going or not?"
That building is me. Solitary, listening to the sounds of the night, with its many floors deserts ... Little by little things are coming together. Brick by brick, floor by floor, ink for ink. And when he finally is finished, people may receive.
A man walking at night on a sidewalk random ... He can't sleep because of the side effects of being an adult. He thinks with me: "That building looks like me. Solitary in its construction, in it's search for things that not even he knows what they are ... A solo journey, but with one end surrounded by people. That building looks the same to me. Two lonely strangers in a similar way. "

Hurry

Shattered pieces

of Broken Dreams

Stars do not shine

Moments that did not smile

Scrambled words

a road that never ends ...

I'm trying like crazy to leave this whirlwind

I have to hurry.

My head is an animal

My humor is unusual

"Things will get better", so they say

Seems like I live in a broken record

Where every day is repeated

and even every thought, transferred and reissued.

I just want it to end,

I'm in no hurry.

Plans and dreams ...

Imagination and promises ...

All immortalized by my pen in a hurry.

My life has a huge and varied soundtrack

And I'm in no hurry.

Hurry to this record over soon

Hurry to start living what really matters.

Hurry to all things immortalized by my pen

begin to take shape, color and material.

Just hurry.