Quality

                                 

Since I can’t relax while I sleep (because I've been having disturbing dreams), I relax when you're awake then. The strange thing is that I never very interested in old movies, but now I'm giving a chance for them. Yesterday I saw "Breakfast at Tiffany's" and today I saw "Some Like It Hot." Both films are great and that I'm most fascinated by old movies is the innocence with which they dealt with heavy issues such as prostitution, what happens in "Breakfast at Tiffany's." But when you see the movie, it hits really doubt if the girl is a prostitute, because they do not seem the least bit, it seems no more than a party girl, independent and self-serving, but nothing too objectionable. I thought that was pretty funny. What about the kisses? Kisses are like old movies kisses Disney films today, like they want to deny any cost that sex exists and that everyone does at some point in life. This is one thing that annoys me on Disney because they want to spend an innocent young people who do not really exist anymore, as if all were married virgins and a ring idiot guarantee anything more than the word of one person. It's really annoying they do not deal with this, because it would be much wiser to admit and guide young people to do the right thing, after all, we are in 2012! Finally, cynics and hypocrites. But this is not one thing that annoys me in the old movies, because they are from another era and the fact that they treat the subject was so innocent a thing of the time, so it's understandable. It is something cute and even history. It makes me think that some things were really simple once, just as our grandmothers and grandfathers tell us.

It would be great if we could add a few old things with the current ... Buy vintage pieces is the closest we can get and yet still far away. But simplicity, the ease or difficulty, depend solely on us. Each can have its own kind of simplicity, without clinging to some standards of the time, unless their own standards of judgment of right or wrong. It is well for everyone. I chose to live that way, but nothing prevents me from admiring the old films, which despite having much less technology than the current, were not behind our not, earned in the stories and the actors, was another kind of quality, but yet it was still a quality. Perhaps this is a great answer to our biggest questions: the quality may not be what we know, but still not without its value. And if you look closely, you will learn to recognize this value and make the difference in our stories and our interaction with people. After all, is much more important to have a quality that makes us happier than to have a quality that does not cause estrangement in the eyes of others.

Ugly beautiful

If you are no Gisele Bundchen, there is no reason to despair in front of the mirror. Would be a goddess, but it is not, no chance of being included in the team of interest. Join nine beautiful and interesting woman and she will will stand out among the representatives of the aesthetic doldrums. Perfection, you know, bored.

Interesting woman is one who was not born with everything in place, unless the head - and sometimes not even that, because they also have a crazy devilish charm. The interesting woman is not exactly pretty, but it has personality, posture, is an enigma in the eye, a restless malice at all when he smiles - and a different nose. They are also known as ugly beautiful.

I could cite a host of ugly to beautiful, here in Brazil, are public and notorious, but go they do not consider it a compliment. So I will give a classic example who lives miles away: Sarah Jessica Parker. It is an ugly lindona. A classy ugly. An ugly surprise. I love this kind of look. Women with faces difficult to classify, that do not fit into any pattern.

When Meryl Streep starred as an adjunct in Manhattan, Woody Allen, drew attention not only by talent but by their blasé air, his proud bearing and an arched eyebrow questioningly, as if to ask: and then, have you decided if you welcome or not? Paralyzing.

This kind of woman does not appear in ads for Lancome and does not have a face drawn with a measuring tape, eyes, mouth and nose with a balanced distance from each other. Nothing like that. A pretty ugly is that which does not cause a great first impression. On the contrary, cause estrangement. People wonder. What does this woman have? It has something. Indefinite pronoun: something.

Being cute, many do, but little is to have something. You can not order a plastic surgery clinic. No use weight training, diet, moisturizers. Have pretty ugly mouth too wide. Or a slight squint. Or a hooked nose. That is, this is something they have something wrong. But what works outrageously well.

And there are those who have nothing wrong, but nothing relevant. A full zero to zero, and still stand out. An example? That girl who appeared in Spider-Man and Marie Antoinette, Kirsten Dunst. Michelle will never be a Pfiefer, but the girl has something. I wish that something was sold in bottles in freeshops life.

If the fact that one is pretty ugly, say, a great compensation, to be a pretty ugly is the ultimate prize. I do not know if you agree, but they are more attractive than the beautiful beautiful. Not a big nose that is tolerable in a man: he has to have one! No baby face. It required a scar, or a sharp chin, a look down. You're remembering a bunch of jerks, I know. Or a bunch of Italians. It is this same type, you got the gist of it.

Beautiful and ugly ugly make life more beautiful generous, democratic, fun and interesting. We can not have everything, but something you can get.

Martha Medeiros

Until the day dawns

I have many things to do,

many facts to understand

and little time to learn.

I never thought my dreams would take me that way.

Maybe that's just "Call of Destiny."

And I hope everything works out

I hope to be closer every day

To achieve my many secret dreams.

I can’t wait to be able to make them concrete.

However, tonight

There are only two of us and the stars.

For one night

I do not want to think about anything.

This will be the night of freedom to our heads.

It's so crazy what effect it has on me your laughter

Being with you is like daydreaming.

Let's go to the moon, let's run away.

Let's do there, what we do here.

Just one night

Let's get her to laugh

Let's make fun of the fact that everything is going backwards.

Let's take tonight to live, to escape.

Until the day dawns

Is allowed to smile.

Until the day dawns and you want to turn to dark.

Let's just smile.

Telephone

She was talking on the phone in the dark. Not because she was sad or crying, but because he was not willing to see, hear was enough. Lying in bed with your legs against the wall, wrapping the phone cord with your finger and laughing as she could laugh. Laugh because it's better to laugh than cry, laugh because laughing is not possible to think of problems, he laughed because he was listening and saying funny things and all this just to laugh a little more. How much crap two girls on the phone are able to speak? Many believe.

She was talking on the phone as he walked hurriedly down the street. Not because I wanted to get out of breath, but because they had no time for talk. Skipping a few puddles, running late for something and listening lessons that typical person who thinks that being young is synonymous with total ignorance. This irritated her deeply, but could stand firm, because the same typical person was someone very attached to it. Ignorant of some things, but take into account the most. And to agree with some.

She was in the waiting room, filling out a form pro dentist, while talking on the phone. He was in a conversation without success, because I had to pay attention to what he was writing at the same time, think what the person was saying. Bombshells were and she could no longer concentrate on form, only knew to be holding the phone to your ear, with wide eyes and open your mouth more. People in the waiting room were already looking at her face with awe or with that face that people make when they see something strange. But only she knew what he was hearing was large enough to attract many faces with strange faces.

She was on the phone while he was obliged to be in a church boring and dull, for which she has never felt attracted to and that also did not feel connected after meeting. Do not quite believe this story that everyone has to accept what happens and to conform, she was more to that type of person who goes after what she wants and when you have a disappointment blames herself for his action ill done and not God is a busy and of course, try to change this deception or at least create a new realization. She spoke in whispers with an old friend who was making her laugh really, and she did not know what to do to not give a high laugh: I was about to be discovered as a sinner who laughed out loud in church. But she wanted more was to be expelled even if it had more to do. Laughing, for example.

She was on the phone with the guy who made her sigh, and his jaw was aching to be so long with his lips set in a smile. And every promise, every statement, until it seemed that there was an explosion, while talking on the phone in the darkness of the room, leaning against the wall behind the door. And even if there was an explosion, it would not matter, because he had everything he wanted. As everyone wants, she wants too. All she want to die happy and well.

So many phone conversations, sometimes just reported, but every moment the phone has its importance, because every moment of anything mean something. The live and VIPs are the most special because it is a whole range of vision, hearing and even touch. This is my favorite too. But any kind of conversation, by any means of communication, it is worth. Talk is talk. And nothing can without a good conversation, even if it is a fast, even over the phone and hurriedly.

Clearing

Today is a new day

Today is daydreaming,

spread their wings and fly.

Today is planning

because I know that everything is on paper, will be held.

Today is mine.

Not him, not her, not ours, not yours.

Reached that moment of hope that I so desperately needed.

That feeling of almost reached completion

I have an energy that will transform my life.

Today I'm happy

I'm so positive and in excess of euphoria...

It seems that things finally began to clear

like a sign to continue exactly where I am walking.

I have courage, determination and ability

I shall not want

My positive energy feeds me.

It always reminds me that we can overcome periods of storm.

I'll hit the road and not come back anymore.

I'll chase my happiness

and never doubt whether that is really the right.

I will build a wonderful future

based on this great.

I will now, without hesitation

I'll open the window and let my hair mess up.

I will not stop

Until I get there.

The Passenger

I want to do something good in my life. I want to be able to have the pleasure to get old one day look back and feel just pride and no regrets. Sometimes things get a little difficult, seem a dead end, but are only evidence by which we all must pass in order to value the achievements when we reached the top. Because who really want it, go ahead, showing the face, all faces. But who doesn't know if you really want to come back home. Life is about choices. I've said it before, many times before, and I keep repeating because I insist on the truth, I always insist on that never ceases to make sense, either today or 60 years from now. This will always be a fact.

I'm at a stage a little complicated in that all my certainties are being questioned and put to the test at all times. Sometimes it seems that I will not take it anymore, sometimes it seems like I'm crazy ... Some days I just wanna scream and shout and scream. But I can not, because it does not work that way. So I shut up and keep moving forward. And the only thing that moves me is the hope that one day I will not want to cry more as now.

I'm following a good path, but without doubt a difficult path. Especially when there are people who don't give you support and who are treating you with half the amount you actually have. Like you're a complete fool, unable to choose for himself, as if you were choosing the path of hell. I'll never forget the nights I cried and did not have to tell me, because I myself was not able to help me. There are things that hurt, there are things that hurt more than anyone can imagine. But these are things that give you the will to continue and do the best, giving blood, soul, heart, sweat and passion for what you believe, that one day you can rub in the face of those who did not believe you, you reached the top. With all the difficulties, but it came.

So I'm hitting the road again. I'm hoping that this time it work and I never look back and I regret what I did. I believe in myself and believe I can do something great for myself and some people close to me. And for now, that's enough.

I am the passenger.

Dimensions

 

Am I going crazy?

Or Am I even living among so many dimensions?

I feel invisible to the world.

I lost my head, threw it away with my heart.

But when will I be able to stay in one dimension?

I love to travel,

but we can’t live in all places at once.

And I'm getting sick of being thrown back and forth.

I must really be freaking out

Or probably all this is my first big failure.

They say that everyone goes through this in life, a lot of times.

But until they pass, do not know what despair is.

A fight to not lose faith.

This is all so crazy

Surreal, absolutely insane.

I can’t say with certainty what the total damages

But I can say that next time I'll be with my armor up.

The strength I have now

comes from my hope that all the stones to return stoned.

They see who are the real losers.

Because I do not want anything different to anyone

what happened to me.

The Law of Return is, therefore, no need any enemy.

I follow here

to a new dimension.

I follow here looking for a place for me

in the sea.

My head always regenerates

and I build as many times as accurate

a new heart.

As I would be now...

As I would be now ... Looking at the view from the top of Elephant Rock, which was the only mountain I've climbed in life, and on top twice.

As I would be now ... Swimming at a beach sea bluer than the sky, I would swim looking at the sky.

As I would be now ... Listening to music in a room that was mine, eyes closed and with a certain brightness in ambient light.

As I would be now ... Reading a book on a porch somewhere else.

As I would be now ... Knowing the world and photographing every inch of him.

As I would be now ... Seeing a movie cuddled with someone.

As I would be now ... I'd like to know how to drive and drive to not take it anymore go anywhere.

As I would be now ... Seeing the sunset, sun on the beach together.

As I would be now ... Walking around aimlessly for hours without end.

As I would be now ... Doing anything, anywhere that was not here.

As I would be now ... Walking hand in hand with someone.

As I would be now ... Knowing Alexz Johnson, John Mayer, Adele, Julian Casablancas, Dave Grohl, Florence Welch, Jack Johnson, Joss Stone, Chris Martin, Renee Olstead, Rihanna, Dinho Ouro Preto, Amy Lee and so many other fucking people.

As I would be now ... I wish I was eating a chocolate without any guilt.

As I would be now ... Out of my mind agitated, confused and worried, because only concerns age faster, but living without knowing anything is the same as being a vegetable. But how do you know things without feeling concern?

As I would be now ... Sleeping in a place of absolute silence and preferably in a bed that was mine.

As I would be now ... Being kissed.

As I would be now ... Dancing non-stop, just letting the rhythm take me out of trouble.

As I would be now ... Doing something I really want to do.
I think this is really an evil human being: always want what we don’t have.