Permita-me.

Eu simplesmente não consigo acreditar que acabou.
Apenas permita-me desabar neste momento.
Permita-me sentir vazio.
Não sei a quem recorrer.
Nem uma palavra é sussurrada.
As lágrimas rolam e se misturam com expressões vazias estancadas na face.
Simplesmente não acredito.
Talvez pudessem me acordar.
Me tirar daqui.
Tirem-me daqui.
A única e melhor parte de mim se silenciou.
Ecoa o Silêncio, inundado pela imensidão da Solidão.

Desabafo!

Trabalho. Universidade. Namoro. Família. Responsabilidades.

Tanto tempo passou. E como passa rápido esse tal de tempo.
Já não sou o mesmo que outrora esteve aqui.
Triste.
Sinto falta da pureza.
Falta do sabor assumido pela novidade.
Falta dos sonhos.
Das canções.


Cresci. Ou melhor, fui condenado a crescer.



Saudade. Saudade. Saudade.

[...]

Hey! I`m back ;)

Empty.

O tempo passa. Mesmo quando isso parece impossível. Mesmo quando cada batida do ponteiro dos segundos dói como o sangue pulsando sob um hematoma. Passa de modo inconstante, com guinadas estranhas e calmarias arrastadas, mas passa. Até para mim.







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Just a passer-by.

I was doing my homework yesterday when I found a
little text in my English's book called " If were you ".
I became very thoughtful and sentimental after reading that.
Anyway.. Here is..

"If I were you"

If I were you
I would love me
I'd look to me
And talk to me just tenderly,
If I were you

If were you
I would not rush out of my side.
I'd not mind the time
I'd have my picture in your heart
If were you

If I were you
I would not leave before saying "Good Morning"
Nor sleep before saying "Good Night"
I'd keep me in night dreams and by daylight
If I were you

But, I'm not you.
And you're not me
And for you,
I'm nothing but a passer-by.

Just a passer-by.

By: Elisabeth Prescher

Egotistical.

I have become cold since the last experience
with love that I had. I do not believe in this
word: love. I love only myself. I fight for myself.
I trust in myself. Maybe... Reading this text, you
will think that I am sad person. But I am not, it is
diferent. I am realistic. And one day, you will see
that i am right. Perhaps, for that reason, I do not want
to love for a while. I will lock me for everybody, like a door
that the key was lost. If you meet this key, try it, maybe
you will be the one that will bring me the love again.

= Nada pra fazer õ/

Que merda foi essa?

PS: I hate routine, tomorrow is monday again and I am so glad :D
Was it a joke? Yes, it was --'

Use condom in night, sunscreen on day and a mask all time.
Whaaat? OO'

# Like Us!

Talking about love... My heart is empty like
a hole in the space. I need only one reason to
love the one who never loved me. I have tried hard
to disagree for years. But I cannot. I need you.
I miss you. I wish i could look in your eyes, take your
hand and say how bigger is my love for you.
I would kiss you smoothly and a drop of happiness
would fall of my eyes. I know that i will not have
you in my arms. Never. So... the only thing that
i can do is write, write, write... I am tired of this.
I do not have any choice, it is the only way to
express myself, therefore I am keep holding on...
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