Choice

I never had anyone to take care of me. I never saw that as a problem, it was a way for me to show that I can handle my problems and be strong enough to always move forward without having someone holding me through. Yet, sometimes, being all by yourself gets lonely.

Guess I was taught to be like this, a person who plays it safe for fearing so much the possibility of getting hurt; it's what I've always seen, it was shown to me as the result of giving too much of yourself to someone. So I've grown to be this seemingly cold person, who has trouble showing emotion, who sees crying in public as an humiliation for her and who goes through a lot of internal struggle just to be able to give a meaningful hug to someone.

I know how I got to be like this but I really wish I weren't this way. The thought of crying itself doesn't torment me, it was never a problem for me to cry and I do it often: when I hear someone sing so beautifully that it strikes something in me to cry, when I see something extremely beautiful or even when something is wrong with someone. I just don't seem to be able to cry for myself, as if it was the ultimate proof of weakness.

I've always needed to be strong and able to fend for myself.

These days I've been trying to grow softer and to be able to trust people. I really wish there were people around me that I could trust with my life. I have people I can trust but none I feel I could totally depend on. It's not something easy to find and it is not something a lot of people would want. And if I ever were to say to someone "I trust you with my life" it would be easy to understand if that someone fled with the fear of such responsibility. Maybe I should act like the grown woman that I am and abandon these ideas just to get back to the time when taking care of myself all by myself was natural and the only choice.

However, the truth is that I've always said that I don't need a saviour because I can save myself but, from time to time, it'd be nice to have a choice.

Fear

I’ve been waiting

Patiently, maybe even foolishly

For any signs of decision

Any form of commitment

While you’ve been hiding

Avoiding every hopeful glance

Every affectionate gesture

Every loving kiss

 

I walk the streets

Counting the stones as the days that have gone by

I’ve been counting on you for every first step

Counting and recalling every restless night

Every night spent waiting for us to be together

Every minute spent, the early morning

Deciding what to do, wondering if this is the right thing to do

Getting the nerve to say those words

The ones that live under my tongue

In the back of my mind

I love you

 

The time has come for someone to step up

In a while it will be too late

And your fear, your uncomfortable memories

Have been keeping you from acting

Or have I just dreamt of the glimpse of love you too feel?

Isn’t it real?

 

Fighting back any tear that might come

I struggle and I too have been fearing

I can’t bear the remote idea of losing you

When I don’t have you, you’re not mine

I care, probably more than I should

But isn’t it love, to foolishly and blindly care

Without promises of anything in return?

 

I don’t want to lose you

Give me some reassurance

I need to believe

Don’t go away

Why can’t you believe?

Can’t we try?

 

 

 

Thought every time I’m falling in love, a date can’t be defined (yes, it is actually almost always like this)

I Miss You

 I’ve been watching days go by with the calmness of someone who has nothing more to do, nothing more that could make the change that’d be necessary.

The weather itself hasn’t been helping; this rain seems to carry sadness and I can’t help but to give in to some brief moments of slight and stupid depression, joining the rain with some tears.

There is only one thing that’s able to make me smile regardless of everything that may be around; you, the only exception. The reason why I’ve grown much softer and nicer lately, the reason why even when I get angry, into an argument or cry I still do it with some sort of a smile on my face. I couldn’t explain all that I feel even if I wanted to, I just know that I’m better now that I feel this way and I’m almost certain that this is the first time that falling in love has made me a better person and not just tad more stupid and mellow.

I love you, in this sort of really calm and mature way, probably because I’ve always adored you this is just a combination of it and the typical romantic infatuation at the age of 20. And I believe it is more than clear that I want you. Therefore I’ve been missing you lately. I miss those moments for which I’d wait hours, when there’s no one around. I miss being able to look into your eyes and feeling embarrassed because I feel you can see how fragile and happy I feel. I miss it all. And I wish all of this didn’t scare you and hope that you know that all these feelings do not influence my decisions and I sincerely wish that they’ll never influence yours in a negative way.

Meanwhile, I’ll keep on hearing the raindrops and missing you, waiting…

 

“And up until now I had sworn to myself that I was content with loneliness, because none of it was ever worth the risk, but you, are, the only exception.

I’ve got a tight grip on reality but I can’t let go of what's in front of me here I know your leaving in the morning, when you wake up, leave me with some proof it’s not a dream”  The Only Exception (Paramore)

A Moment to Remember

A magic moment I remember:
I raised my eyes and you were there.
A fleeting vision, the quintessence
Of all that's beautiful and rare.

I pray to mute despair and anguish
To vain pursuits the world esteems,
Long did I near your soothing accents,
Long did your features haunt my dreams.

Time passed- A rebel storm-blast scattered
The reveries that once were mine
And I forgot your soothing accents,
Your features gracefully divine.

In dark days of enforced retirement
I gazed upon grey skies above
With no ideals to inspire me,
No one to cry for, live for, love.

Then came a moment of renaissance,
I looked up- you again are there,
A fleeting vision, the quintessence
Of all that`s beautiful and rare.

Alexander Pushkin

Confession

Ok.

I'll admit to it, as I always do with my faults and less pleasant qualities.

I am jealous.

And I am not sorry for it.

Why can't certain things come as easy for me as they do to others?

I am sick and tired of being oh so perfect but never good enough.

I won't keep on having low expectations just because that's the best way of not getting disappointed.

Everything seems to be falling into place except for me and I am trying my best and I don't know how to do better.

In the end, I am alone.

"Jealousy live upon doubts. It becomes madness or ceases entirely as soon as we pass from doubt to certainty." François de la Rochefoucauld

"Jealousy is a tiger that tears not only its prey but also its own raging heart."

Emptiness

I don’t know

how to feel

anything but

Confusion

right now

You can never tell what’s real from what’s not

You can never know what’s there

until you miss it

You’ll never see

if you don’t want to

You’ll never realise the truth

if you don’t really want to know it

The first step to knowledge is admitting the existence of something

Or the possibility that anything can happen

And everything is just a big bunch of haze right now

Where did Reason go?

“Happiness in intelligent people is the rarest thing I know.” Ernest Hemingway

Não compreendo

Coisas que não entendo:

• O porquê de as pessoas complicarem tanto tudo (eu até há bem pouco tempo achava-me complicada mas vejo tanto drama à minha volta que assusta)
• Anime
• Manga
• Consolas XPTO
• Jogos XPTO para as consolas XPTO
• O facto de andar a chover a potes e mesmo de guarda-chuva ficar encharcada. Há uma semana andava a morrer de calor trajada quase todos os santos dias
• Greves de autocarros
• Filas nos postos da STCP
• Ter o telemóvel lento com apenas 1300 sms na caixa de entrada
• Falsa moral e falta de escrúpulos
• A "pele de galinha" com que fico quando tenho conversas sobre o mundo "sobrenatural"
• O facto de ainda me custar cumprir o limite de faltas às cadeiras da faculdade quando já vou no 3º ano disto
• Como é que algumas pessoas gostam e se importam tanto comigo
• A mania de me gravar a cantar
• O facto de agora parecer que não consigo pegar num livro para ler
• A falta de vontade para cozinhar só para mim
• Ser Outubro e já haver anúncios, montras, panfletos de Natal
• Lutas e discussões devido a "regionalismos"
• O meu vício por café
• O meu vício por queijo xD
• O meu vício (vá, mais ou menos) por tabaco
• O meu gosto por alcool
• O resto dos meus vícios e gostos
• Os Serviços de Acção Social da Universidade do Porto
• O preço dos livros para a faculdade
• Mau humor devido à chuva....

...........................................................................................
E vamos parar por aqui porque a lista seria infinita quase.... :)

Autumn

When a woman tells the truth she is creating the possibility for more truth around her. - Adrienne Rich

Never apologize for showing feeling. When you do so, you apologize for the truth. - Benjamin Disraeli

We know the truth, not only by the reason, but by the heart. - Blaise Pascal

Fear grows in darkness; if you think there's a bogeyman around, turn on the light. - Dorothy Thompson

Everything's changing and I'm yet to know how everything will turn out.

Maybe I don't really want to know the future of everything that's starting, of all the things that are evolving.

I can just hope every change will be positive and good.

Maturing is the word, hope is the thought and happiness is the wanted feeling.

Certezas

E quando não temos bem a certeza do que iremos fazer, olhamos para o passado, relembramos os nossos sonhos e mantemos a esperança. Porque se eu por vezes duvido, há quem tenha toda a certeza.


Our doubts are traitors and make us lose the good we oft might win, by fearing to attempt. William Shakespeare

If a man will begin with certainties, he shall end in doubts: but if he will be content to begin with doubts, he shall end in certainties. Sr. Francis Bacon

The key to change... is to let go of fear. Rosanne Cash

Fear of failure must never be a reason not to try something. Frederick Smith

Wisdom is knowing what to do next; Skill is knowing how ot do it, and Virtue is doing it. David Starr Jordan

One's first step in wisdom is to question everything - and one's last is to come to terms with everything. Georg C. Lichtenberg

No question is so difficult to answer as that to which the answer is obvious. George Bernard Shaw

Men are respectable only as they respect. Ralph Waldo Emerson

Anger Management vs I don't give a F***

(I hereby apologize for the possible amount of curse words that will follow)


Cheers to every conniving and self-centered son of a bitch in the world! Your best representative has just showed some work!
Because after 17 years of knowing someone I am now allegedly in love with that person
(I am not, he's not even my type)


and I asked his best friend to help me so that he wouldn't get back together with his girlfriend (this bestfriend of his is actually the only one of the people I'll mention that I've actually been in love with, a long time ago - and I didn't even know the couple wasn't together; hope eveything's ok)
(oh, and I haven't talked to this "bestfriend" in two months as he refused to talk to me).



At least now I know that the "friends" that stopped talking to me had as reason to do so the fact I made up so many "lies" that they got sick of me
(The only person I lied to amongst them was my ex-boyfriend when I said I loved him and I'm actually sorry for that).


And apparently I'm what you'd translate as "a fucking snobbish stuck-up"
(this is the only part I won't discuss, opinions are personal - and yes, I know snob and stuck-up are pretty much the same but I really must emphasize).



But facts are not personal.

You could blame me of covering up and being involved in the shit they made. You could blame me of having been involved with two guys of the group, though at different times, being the most shameful thing the fact that one of them wasn't exactly what you'd call available.

The truth is I'm human, I make mistakes and I can't control my heart nor sometimes my libido. But not of what you've accused me.


Now, all of you be happy, marry, have children... And just leave me the fuck alone because I'm tired of your shit and all the lies and the fact that you always find someone to blame. I do not need you, I'll miss the ones who I thought were the "bigger people" but I just don't need this. And when it concerns guys and me being interested in any of you, I've moved on... A long time ago.


And to you, always the mastermind, if you ever read this let me tell you that I now laugh just thinking of the day you told me you wanted to be a better person. Worse than me trying to be a bad girl was you posing as a good guy. I hope you lie your way to happiness as you've been doing all your life.

P.S.: Just go have a fucking great life.

Smile

Porque palavras são só palavras.

E algumas coisas não podem ser escritas porque nem tudo foi feito para ser escrito.

First twenty years (lack of inspiration)

It’s complicated when having so many things going on around you, you’re convinced you’re not able to write. It’s frustrating when you try to get inspired and nothing seems useful, you feel like you’re losing your only escape to the world where everything exactly like you want, nothing to make you upset if you don’t want it, just for kicks. No, I’m not running, I’ve quit the whole runaway thing, I’ve never been a runner and I’m sick of bullshit and people who are not worth my time.

I’m not particularly upset, I’m not referring to anyone specifically but I’m just laying down all the things that have bothered me for years, all the stupidity, all the people who think they’re just so much better than me when actually they’re just jealous because I’ve actually manage to survive their critics without becoming one of them. I’ve never wanted to be the popular one, I just wished they fucking left me alone. Yes, I managed to have friends that weren’t like me, they were respected and they got me protected that’s for sure but I didn’t have to kiss any ass to be around them. No, I didn’t drink or smoke just to look cool or fit in; I did it because I felt like doing it. I might have made mistakes but that’s part of the process and if then you were the ones who laughed at me now I’m sitting up here looking at you but not laughing because you’re just not worth it.

I’ve been played around, used to people’s advantage. Maybe I still am, I believe in the goodness of people even if I keep on getting disappointed. Though I always manage to get to know people who respect and love me for who I am. I curse, I still smoke and drink, I’m mean, I can hurt people deeply with just one sentence, I’m harsh, I’m cold, I’m a bitch and yes sometimes I’m heartless, that’s what I got as a result of years of “abuse” and I like it even if most of the times it’s just a sort of shield. I’m lovable, I’m sweet, I’m caring, I’m protective, I’m attentive, I genuinely care about people and I love to live; and nobody can’t take that away from me and from the people who get to see that part of me.

I won’t ever give up. Yes, I keep on being stubborn. And yes, I’ve planned on giving up on many things so far but I didn’t, I’m not a quitter, I couldn’t be even if I wanted. I’m not trying to play victim or show people that I’m much better than them, I’m just telling what’s been like ‘till now, showing what made me who I am. There’s much more to come but the first twenty years are almost over. I am happy: with who I am, the friends I have, the experiences I live, the places I’ve been to, the efforts I make and even the mistakes I make... I don’t know what or who I am but I am me and I’m not changing for anyone.


And this started with lack of inspiration and a song. (High Road – Fort Minor ft John Legend)

To a Knight

If you’ve got the poison I’ve got the remedy
Or so I’ve hear someone say
And if the poison is my negativity
Then your refreshing ideas
Might just be the remedy

You come with your warrior tales
Your ideals of a knight
I’m standing by the reason
And my notions of what’s real
Which you keep on defying
Of which I won’t let go
Maybe there’s a lot you could teach me
But am I willing to learn?

I’m not blind and I can see
You’re not ordinary
And I’m tired of all that’s so common
So usual that it’s dreadful
A novelty, so refreshing that it scares me
Though I won’t run
I’m on a search for discovery

I believe that you keep some innocence
That’ll betray you one day
Innocence that makes you believe
What makes you so trusting
Without reasons to do so?
Have you considered that what comes from me
Is nothing more than deceit and lies
Illusions of a spoiled mind?

That I, as everyone,
Might just be the poisoned apple
That’ll destroy your hopes and contaminate your being?
Why do you trust?
Why do you believe?
How do you feel?
What’s the secret that makes you so complex
And, yet, seemingly so pure?

Tell me more tales of wars
Scenes from your knight’s world
For they make me feel like once before
When I dreamt of days of chivalry
As a runaway princess

Yes, we’re not so different

Things are not always as they seem

This should be an easy theme to talk about. For starters I have this great example, the time I have on my hands currently. It could be seen as something useful, a chance to be productive or even to simple hang out with friends but it actually is giving me the most painful headaches I’ve ever experience. Don’t ask me why but this free time is making me feel quite bad because I don’t have anyone to spend it with.
I mean I have friends but they are quite far right now. You might wonder if I don’t have any friends who live near enough to be with me on a somewhat daily basis, I know I wonder about this myself, and the truth is, no, I don’t have those friends, not anymore. And why? Because they saw things through their perspective, didn’t bother to ask for mine and now I turned out to be this mean and heartless bitch (which is not entirely truth) with whom they do not wish to be. Little they know about each other and the things some of them are capable of doing to one another but I won’t be the one to say it, they’ll see things clearly once they taste and feel the poison.

Changing subjects but sticking with the false appearances theme I now state that I shouldn’t be asked any questions about something I see if it’s not close to me, I’ve recently discovered that my eye sight is really bad and could get me into trouble. Explanation: even though technically my myopia isn’t that bad (only 0.75), when combined with my fertile imagination it imagines faces that aren’t actually real, well, they exist but not in that particular individual. Case in point, Rob J. Coombes, member of Supergrass, a great band that I had the chance to watch play live at Paredes de Coura Festival. No offense to the gentleman but he is not the prettiest of men, as a matter of fact I find him kinda... Well, let’s just be honest, he’s kinda ugly. The thing is, I only found out he is ugly after research on Google as I was convinced he was this sexy, not gorgeous but definitely attractive guy throughout the whole gig, I even confessed this to some friends as I couldn’t get my eyes off the guy. You can only imagine my embarrassment and disappointment when I found out he was ugly but I’ve now realized what made me see him as someone he is not. He’s got attitude and that always gets me. He walked on stage smoking his cigarette, he played while doing it, you could see he was having a great time and the hair didn’t hurt either. This and the fact that it was night time thus dark and that I was picturing him with the face of I guy I know who’s just really sweet and fitted the profile when it comes to the hair and smoking makes it all perfectly explained.

For the grand finale I’ve reserved the greatest and most complicated of example, feelings. Have I ever mentioned how I hate feelings sometimes? I mean, I absolutely love to feel but those bastards that emotions are always end up getting the best of me. There are those times in which you are not feeling anything noble and someone comes along, completely misunderstands what you’re going after, gets to thinks you feel something you don’t and you get stuck with a relationship that’s based on a misunderstanding. It’s completely obvious how badly that’s bound to end. Then there are some people how are completely incapable of understanding something you make perfectly clear. It feels like you asked for a chocolate ice-cream and you end up getting a strawberry one, which you’re allergic to. Sometimes the guys who you ask the ice-cream to just seem to be completely stupid or incapable of simply “reading” or observing. This rarely happens amongst women as we as complex individuals are capable of getting the picture just by looking at it for 5 seconds. Nevertheless, my favourites are those feelings you never give away, the ones that make you turn your face because you feel you’re about to cry or that make you not say a word because you’re afraid you won’t choose the right one or even those that make it impossible for you to look into someone’s eyes because you’re convinced that one look will give you away. Everyone has felt like this at least once and if not they will someday. Why are these my favourites? I guess that because they are secret, they are the ones that mean the most to the person who feels them, they are also the ones that can be the most misunderstood: it’s easy to mistake the anger that comes from repressed jealousy with utter hate for someone. Also, as someone who has become unaccustomed to expressing feelings, I guess these are the ones I’m stuck with most of the time. =)


So the message is: when it comes to pretty much everything in your life, even if you think you’re seeing things clearly, the best it’s to always take a second or perhaps even a third look.


P.S.: I just found out that Rob Coombes wasn’t the guy I was looking at, it was Charly Coombes and as a matter of fact he is pretty acceptable, cute and sexy. I am my happy self again! =D

Say Goodbye

Say goodbye
Don’t ever leave unannounced
As if you were never here
And all we lived was just
An illusion that comes to me
In my dreams

If you don’t wanna stay
I won’t be the one
That’ll stand in your way
But I could give you reasons
Yeah, I’ve got countless reasons
Reasons for you to not turn away

Eventually
Probably almost certainly
We’ll all go away
One of these days
When the sun stops shining
When the tide turns
When we’re not the same
‘Cause we stopped being ourselves
Please, don’t change
I can’t promise to stay the same
We still have tonight

Midnight Thoughts

My head is filled with questions
That day and night, again and again
Trouble my sleep and cloud my vision
With memories that though being bittersweet
Are the seed and soil to the doubts
That will always be unsolved

The bread they feed me
Is made of desperation and regret
The conquests they’ve failed to have
The failures I refuse to bear
For they are not my own

I am the fountain of hopes and wishes
The carrier of nightmares and torments
The balance of all that you are but
Still I’m not perfect and I too have to fight
For our path is written in reality
And being the balance
I’m also the dream


image: Fairytale_by_WildRainOfIceAndFire @Deviantart

Tryin' to keep a smile on my face

When I'm tired - 11/12/2008

Once I got up and started running
Reaching for the end of the world
Then I fell on my face and felt like crying
I guess the world was just too big for me

Then I felt I should go smaller
Know my city and see what followed
I got lost in the dark allies of the town
And was scared of all that was around



The truth was I was tired of it all. That’s why I felt like running. I was running from myself as I’m used to do; I’ve done it all my life. But eventually I get tired of running away, I tell myself I have to face the reality, as it is said “get up and smell the coffee”.

Gosh, so many useless things that I do! Like trying to smile when I’m sad; people can always see through my smiles, even the most cynical and convincing ones.
I’m so fed up with trying to come up with guidelines to my own life. I can’t set goals if I know I’ll never meet them, a control freak that when it comes to herself gives up on the easiest stuff, like doing what I don’t like. In my search for the deepest things in life I’m losing my mind along the way. I’m confused and confusing and it obviously shows.

I’m tired of getting attached to people that will leave like others did and hurt me on the way. I’m tired of trying to live peacefully and have people talking shit and worrying me. I’m tired of not being sure of who I am and of never feeling content with what I’m given. I’m tired of knowing I’m such a dependent creature when I feel I should be on my own. I’m tired of messing things up for others just because I can’t hold my tongue. I’m tired of longing for big cities or cornfields and always being stuck in the same place. I’m tired of feeling that my life won’t go anywhere.
I’m tired of hurting me by doing things I know I’ll always do.

I’m tired of missing, thinking, waking, running, laughing, crying, smiling, frowning, bitching, whining, loving, hating, worrying, leaving, arriving, living... But I don’t want to die because I love life too much.

I’m tired of writing.


11/12/2008

Obsession

I’m always trying not to think
‘Cause that can’t make me get
Everything that you do
(Which) Isn’t done out of common sense
And at times I wish I was not
The one who serves as a mirror
I’m not the same person as you

Hate you for knowing me better
Than at times I know myself but still
You just can’t seem to see
What’s right in front of you
Hate you for making me feel like this
Lost at see, lost for words
I’ve said them over and over again
But you won’t listen

I don’t love you
That time is long gone
And I don’t want to be with you
I just can’t help to think of what it could be
If you simply, for just one day, didn’t think everything through
And let your f****** life just happen

Now I’m the one who’s obsessive and I can’t stop wondering...
You have to give everything a chance at least just once...
And I’ll take the wheel even if it means to step against my own rules just to know what it would feel like... Sooner or later... (“Guess you better go and get your armour”)

CAT POEM

They will not go quietly,
the cats who've shared our lives.
In subtle ways they let us know
their spirit still survives.

Old habits still make us think
we hear a meow at the door.
Or step back when we drop
a tasty morsel on the floor.

Our feet still go around the place
the food dish used to be,
And, sometimes, coming home at night,
we miss them terribly.

And although time may bring new friends
and a new food dish to fill,
That one place in our hearts
belongs to them. . . and always will.

by Linda Barnes

Sono

Na esperança de fugir do mundo
Durmo
Pela noite fora e mesmo
De dia quando, de olhos bem abertos,
Me indigno perante as atrocidades
Que presencio e entro
No estado de apatia que faz alguns
(Enganados) Pensar que não há nada em mim
Para além daquilo que mostro

Todos os dias me julgam
E me condenam por crimes
Que nada mais são do que as atitudes banais
De qualquer ser humano
Cada palavra uma estaca que
Irá, mais tarde, apunhalar-me (pelas costas)
Cada palavra mera formação de letras
Que na boca de outra pessoa toma novas
Formas e se vira contra mim,
Sua inocente criadora

Tudo se torna questionável
E também eu questiono
A veracidade da nossa própria existência
Que neste momento me parece um pesadelo
Que teima em não terminar
(Adormeci e não consigo acordar)

Que é feito das provas eternas que demos
Demonstrando o nosso valor?
Tudo foi esquecido, todo o bem menosprezado
Em detrimento das pequenas falhas
(Falhas comuns, erros humanos)
Que é feito dos nossos sonhos
E das esperanças que pela força (da nossa vontade)
Tornamos um dia realidade?
Numa fuga perpétua viramos as costas
Aos nossos feitos imensuráveis
(Medidos por recordes ou simplesmente julgados e quantificados)
Às nossas eternas esperanças
(Alvo de chacota por todos os que, frios e cruéis,
Nunca conseguiram sonhar ou, talvez, tentar compreender)
A tudo o que um dia pudemos ser

Dormimos o sono dos fracos enquanto
Os, então, justos apenas nos dão mais motivos para dormir.

O que é feito da esperança?

Alguém....

Que me explique porque é que os deputados só têm de justificar as suas faltas ao quinto dia de ausência e a sua palavra é suficiente para a justificação e eu e mais milhares de estudantes habilitamo-nos todos os dias a chumbar por faltas se ultrapassar-mos as 7 na faculdade?

Ainda se ao menos a nossa palavra bastasse aprendiamos com os nossos deputados e mentiamos com todos os dentes....


Se alguém me conseguir explicar fico muito agradecida porque para mim não faz sentido.

Viajante

Que fazes tu viajante
Quando te perdes nos teus pensamentos
E não sabes o que escrever?
Quando a viagem pelos mundos
Da tua imaginação chega ao fim
E não sabes mais o que és?

Como és tu capaz de esconder as tuas mágoas, viajante?
Por mais que tente seguir o teu exemplo
Há muito que deixei de ser como tu, capaz
De sorrir pelas adversidades para
Mais tarde, na solidão do meu quarto
Tentar reencontrar-me

Congratulo-te, distante viajante
E queria ser como tu, viajante próximo
Tomado por inocente
Quando os teus olhos são janelas para o mundo lá fora
E os dos outros são portas fechadas
Em casas com telhados de vidro

Quando voltas, viajante,
Do teu mundo de palavras?
Dessas terras distantes nas páginas
De livros que nunca serão escritos
Porque a vida não existe para ser escrita

Ou será que nunca partiste?

Planos

 

Quero poder dizer que tenho uma vida preenchida mas o vazio de não fazer algo com um sentido maior impede-me de o fazer. Assim como o vazio que pareço ter dentro de mim faz-me pensar que embora haja dias em que tenho a certeza que amo, no dia a seguir não vou saber sequer se gosto.

Quero parecer feliz, ter um sorriso constante na cara mas não sorrio para fotos nem para quem por mim passa, tenho na cara o ar constante de quem está extremamente chateada com alguma coisa, mesmo quando não tenho nada no pensamento.

Tenho saudades de tanta gente, vontade de ver tanta gente mas essa vontade é suplantada pela inércia que me parece reger e portanto, por vezes, limito-me a esperar que as pessoas não me esqueçam e que um dia não venha a ser demasiado tarde.

Tento ser paciente mas passo dias a conter berros que não solto e a tentar não atirar algo num acesso destrutivo sempre que o dia parece estar a correr o pior possível.

Penso que tenho de ser querida, não por necessidade mas porque quero, mas a mais ínfima coisa faz com que os meus planos não se concretizem e seja má e cruel sem qualquer motivo aparente.

Queria dizer-te que sei como muitas vezes te sentes e compreendo como pensas e que tenho pena de não poder ter tempo para conhecer-te ainda melhor mas não o farei porque talvez seja dizer demais.

A ti, pediria desculpa pelas coisas importunas que digo ou se te faço sentir mal pelo que alguma vez disseste, se não o sabes confesso-te que não é por mal por de ti também gosto muito.

A vocês diria que sinto a vossa falta, falta dos actos de civismo e das melodias entoadas, e das conversas sem pudor, e de ser a criança mas sei que ainda terei algum tempo na vossa companhia.

A ti, que não sei que palavras escolher mas que um dia terei as minhas certezas absolutas e que finalmente saberei o que dizer.

Por estes dias sinto necessidade de escrever mas, como não tenho inspiração, escrevo sobre os meus defeitos que me são mais fáceis de apontar que as qualidades.

E faço planos para um futuro próximo em que terei aquilo de que sinto falta – a minha vida normal apenas com algumas modificações.

Elgar - Something Inside

Do filme August Rush...


A música é linda...

(Just to keep it fresh) E se...

E se eu sonhar e não acreditar?
Porque todas as minhas crenças,
Essas ilusões frágeis como as nuvens,
Se desfazem no momento em que acredito.

E se gritar sem emitir um único som?
Porque todas as tentativas de pedir ajuda
São inúteis, são inaudíveis,
E a ajuda de que tanto necessito nunca chega

E se eu desistir?
De tudo, de mim, da vida,
Porque nada parece valer a pena o sacrifício
De lutar para melhorar
De lutar para sobreviver

E se nada for real?
Porque sonhos se desfazem como castelos de areia
Porque esperanças se mostram inúteis
Porque desejos se revelam insuficientes
O real impõe-se à fantasia que habita dentro de mim

Porque promessas nada garantem
Embora eu prometa e não quebre essas então verdades
São verdades escondidas que ninguém vislumbra

Porque eu quero mas não luto por desejos
Que nada mais são que desejos
Mas que valem tão mais que as certezas
Que procuro para determinar a minha vida

Eu quero sonhar e não pensar
Sentir e não tentar perceber
Ser em harmonia e aceitar o mundo






(In a depressive moment of my life, and there were a lot in the past, written in a Psychology class back in...)


2006/10/24

Não se pode

Não se pode gostar de Tokio Hotel que é-se emo

Não se pode ver diariamente Perez Hilton que é-se coscuvilheira

Não se pode querer um telemóvel caro que é-se fútil

Não se pode usar calças largas sem estar a adoptar um estilo ou usar maquilhagem sem ser numa tentativa de parecer mais feminina

Não se pode usar um vestido apenas para satisfação própria

Não se pode ser honesta sem ser rude ou fria

Não se pode arrotar sem ser badalhoca

Não se pode beber sem ser bêbeda

Não se pode sair à noite sem ser vadia

Não se pode ser alegre apesar de ser depressiva, é-se logo considerada doida




Não posso dizer palavras se não tenho a certeza que as sinto e não quero ser definida por meras palavras ou pelas classificações de quem nada sabe sobre mim.


E sim, não podia ter começado melhor..

Farewells Unspoken

Said forever by your side

Said would never say goodbye

See the lies and false promises

It’s lonely, I need you

And you’re not here tonight

Got tired of waiting

For the time you never have

Remember the days I believed

And when I saw things were failing

Farewells unspoken

Made my heart get broken

But now I’m open to something new

That doesn’t include you

Childhood dreams have fled

Now all I got is the present

No hope was left

Couldn’t put my mind to rest

With all the questions I never got to ask

But no answers would change a thing

It’s too late to apologize

And you don’t know that’s what you need to do

Trying to adjust to living without you

Not because I want but ‘cause I have to

All images will remain

All memories of joy will stay

For I won’t try to run away

Don’t think it’s easy, don’t misjudge

When you realize I’ve walked away

I don’t know if you’ll see

It never mattered anyway

27-08-07