sexta-feira, 21 de agosto de 2009

Existem certas coisas que salvam um dia caótico.

O vento batendo nas angélicas e espalhando o perfume das mesmas por todo o jardim
Ver meu cachorro brincando sozinho com uma folha caída.
Andar pela rua e escutar aqueles índios paraguaios/colombianos/whatever tocando suas flautas e deixando o som se espalhar pela avenida.
Melhorar o dia de uma pessoa necessitada que bateu ao seu portão dando aquele pacote IMENSO de roupas que não se usa mais e que estava num canto há meses esperando por um receptor.

And so on...

domingo, 9 de agosto de 2009

I want freedom.I want my liberty again.
You were my hero.You saved me from the darkness.You saved from having a bitter youthness.
But now, you're my doom.
Why can't I stop worrying about you?Why can't I stop caring about you?Why can't I stop dreaming about you?you haunt every dream of mine, giving me illusions, making me smile in the morning, but those smiles are like a mayfly.they die too soon.Why can't I stop loving you?
There are few people in my life I would die and kill for.One of these,is you.I gave everything I could.Every thought of mine.Every dream of mine.Every future plan of mine.The future came, and you're not here.
But then you go away.You don't send any news.You just act as if I didn't have the need to know how you are.I call you and you never answer.I send sms and you never answer.What we used to call eternal friendship once, is like rubbish now.
I give up all my pride, just because I wanted to see you happy.I thought "Good, she's happy now". But then everything breaks down again and you come to me...to cry over my shoulder...and then, I feel like I could kill those who dared to hurt you.
There you go, searching for happiness again, and suddenly you forget you have a friend...who cares deeply about you.
Meanwhile...I live.or I try to live.Dreaming my dreams about you, but without you.being haunted by nightmares...Trying, I must admit, to accept other people in my life, but being unable to even tolerate them.Because they're not you...
I want so much to let go...I want so much my life back...but how could I?You are such a big part of it.
These nights are so cold....Life is so scary.
I have to set myself free...
Perhaps things will be different in another life.

sábado, 8 de agosto de 2009

Dreams...all over again and again and again.

Nightmares.

She was trapped in a scary dark place.The sunlight didn't shine.The place was creepy.There was someone else with her, but I couldn't see the face.
I felt I had to protect her from that darkness, but she doesn't dream her dreams with me anymore.

I woke up.And my world was falling into pieces, one more time.