Keep walking

Sometimes you can’t prevent some people make you feel bad. Sometimes you can’t prevent you feel like crap. Sometimes you can’t avoid if you do not want to look at his own face, even in the elevator mirror. Sometimes you just need some time for yourself. But none of these times, it is possible.

How many times we've all come close to the limit? How many times have we all think that we could not stand anymore? How many times have we all had wanted to leave everything, leave everything behind, without even looking to see how we ran out? How many times have we all had wanted to send everyone to hell and many other places too? Tell the fuck up for the world ... Every day someone wants it, and maybe even do. But even with all these things, we are still here. Living. Living the way we can live the way it does. We are here trying to do our best for ourselves and for the people who surround us. And we try every day and will probably always be so, because no one can teach us how to live, no one can tell which is the best way, because nobody lives in more than one body at the same time, so what is good for one, is not always good for another. So here's what I've been wanting to tell everybody a long time: Shut up, everyone! I am not to know what you have to say and I'm not so useless to hear more trials! I've been through some shit difficult and light in this life, and I'm still here, are not I? So shut up! Who knows me, me!

Everyone says that nobody is perfect and no one can be, but that's all a big crap, because nobody thinks twice before trying to change you, you try to mold, so that you are perfect the way it. People do it. No one accepted as is and no one accepts others as they are. Not entirely. That includes you and me, and, of course, all who live on planet Earth. Welcome to the jungle, baby!

The point is that we have to try that crazy worldly us not so much harm. Not even worth a tear for a person who knows only requires you and never think you have to make some effort too. Not a tear. But it happens. We must try our best to not let people like that leave us ill, we have to keep moving, even if we do not know for sure where we're going. You do not know where that path leads, but at least he is walking, so it's something. The only certainty is that going to give somewhere, you just have to do your best to end up in a good place. And it is not that hard.

I'm not talking to do not let it be touched by people, because there are still people who are worth letting us play, and are with these people you'll probably have the best experiences of your life. Do not be bitter. But learn to defend themselves.

And remember: keep walking.

For you

Apparently, no one is able to sleep.

And I'm awake this morning

writing and listening to The Cure.

The stars are in heaven

The moon shines bright

And my imagination you're in luck.

And I'm here in this room,

drawing things to you.

I want you to understand everything.

I'm drawing

Why write no good.

In my drawings, it is simpler

I'm just a girl and you, a boy.

Just us and what we have,

no more.

And tonight, the world is awake

So everyone will listen when I say

That the only thing I want

is that you understand that we can always be side by side.

The stars may confirm,

The moon, make you understand

And the wind, bring the poetry to you.

But even if the whole sky conspire to favor me

None of this going to help

if you do not open your eyes and your heart

And understand that I love you.

We spend so much time lost ...

So many days looking for

And so many nights regretting.

So now that we are

We can be so

Only we,

Just what we have.

And we can live like this forever

We can lose ourselves in each other and never answer the door

Because what we have, is the only thing that really matters.

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.