What If?

She feels kind of silly, and pathetic.
She feels kind of ignored, and in the dog house.
She feels kind of sorry, but can´t find the right words.





Your task is not to seek love, but merely to seek & find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.
Rumi

Never the End.

Hoje lembei-me deste poema, que a minha mãe me mostrou após a morte do meu avô. É um poema simples, mas que me transmite muito.

Espero que gostem.

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.
Mary Frye

...And Sweeter than Bells.

I have finally realised what the problem is.

I´m the problem.

I can´t be happy for to long, I can´t enjoy anything to much.
I need to push people away, every now and again, when they get too close.
I need to hide behind my solom face, and sulk.
Because I don´t know how to just be happy.
And that scares me.

Louder Than Sirens

Este blog está parado, deixou de respirar. A minha vida atingiu um ponto de equilíbrio, e desfiz-me da necessidade de vir aqui lamentar-me e falar de sentimentos.
Por isso, enquanto estou satisfeita, vou usar este lugar para outros desabafos.

Sugestões: Florence and the Machine. Incrível, fantástica, poderosa (embora concorde com a Cláudia - a rapariga não sabe dançar). Mas sabe cantar. Oh, se sabe cantar. Em repeat lá por casa - "You got the love" e "Drumming", entre outros.
E como estamos no Outono, recomendo passeios nos parques, sozinhos ou acompanhados, tardes em casa, no sofá/cama, a esconder da chuva, e a ver séries. Eu estou a reviver o mundo do Sexo e a Cidade (triste, eu sei), e Bones. Infelizmente, Anatomia só uma vez por semana. The Big Bang Theory ditto.
Aproveitem antes da vaga de frequências/testes, porque eles correm na nossa direcção, tipo sprint.

World Wide Moment amanha, às 10.10 am, GMT - http://www.worldwidemoment.org/ Must not forget. Fingers crossed...


E por agora, não tenho mais para partilha. Bela vidinha, a minha :)

Street Corners

I wish everything was perfect.

"At some point, you have to make a decision. Boundaries don't keep other people out. They fence you in. Life is messy. That's how we're made. So, you can waste your lives drawing lines. Or you can live your life crossing them. But there are some lines... that are way too dangerous to cross."
Grey´s Anatomy

Tread Softly

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet,
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams

W.B. Yeats


Some things are just to good to be true.

Tiny

Hey, were did my fairy tale go? I didn´t ask for this...
It was supposed to be magical, amazing, fantastic. And somewhere along the way, we got lost. So, so lost.
Running in opposite directions, instead of walking side by side.
Short bursts of silence and a few text messages instead of long conversations to clear the air.
Replying in sharp remarks instead of hugs and kisses.
The sparkle left.

And yet,I´m still totally in love.


Guess I got more than I bargained for. So relationships aren´t easy. You give some, you take some. Some you like, some you don´t.

And some you just don´t understand.



The girl I used to know would have packed her bags long ago, and hitched a lift far, far away. The girl today just hangs on, waiting for what is around the corner.
The girl today explodes with bitter jealosy, but the girl I used to know couldn´t care less.
The girl today cries more than she cares to admit, but the girl I used to know scorned tears.

So, where did she go? Under how many extra kgs is she hidding? Behind how many doors has she locked herself? How far down that hill has she tumbled?

I´ve got my fingers crossed,my eyes tight shut, and a bubble of wishes above my head. Bring her back. Because I don´t know how.