terça-feira, 26 de outubro de 2010

iloveyou.


I was afraid to lose her and so I promised myself, as I watched the sun make its appearance from behind the hills that I would always be sure that she knew how exactly I felt about her. I didn’t ever want her to second guess my heart or the words that I shared with her. I needed her to know that I loved her and that I thought she was beautiful. But not just physically. Her image was what made me fall in love with her in the first place. Now that we’re together, her green eyes, her white hands, her habits, her love but I haven’t always known those parts of her. I initially fell for her poetry and compassion and the way she laughed when she was scared. I fell for the pretty and the times when we knew what the other person was thinking about, despite any silence. I fell for her forgiveness and the passion she have for life. Even if I had never met her for distance, I’d still be sure of the way I feel for her.

No meu peito coisas tuas.

domingo, 24 de outubro de 2010




I don’t care if you’re an atheist, a christian, a buddhist, agnostic, a wiccan, or any of those other religions. I don’t care if you’re gay, lesbian, bisexual, trans, or anything like that. I don’t care if you’re black, white, latino, or any other race. I don’t care. As long as you’re nice and just an all around amazing person, I will be your friend. Unless you are a Muggle. Then I can’t even.


you know when you smile at something so nice because it happened at just the right moment? and then you feel silly for smiling at something that you can’t even see. it’s like, you can feel it. I am smiling at a feeling. maybe this makes no sense at all to anyone, but I’m tired, yes, and smiley.

Today I was talking to my friend,
and she told me that a man had hurt her,
I wonder: "where is the respect of people?
every day I hear something like this,
I do not know what world we live.
Sometimes,i dont always say what i mean,
but people hardly listen.



domingo, 17 de outubro de 2010

A minha vida, a mais verdadeira; é irreconhecível, extremamente interior e não tem uma só palavra que a signifique.[Clarice Lispector]

sábado, 16 de outubro de 2010


“I can believe things that are true and things that aren’t true and I can believe things where nobody knows if they’re true or not. I can believe in Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny and the Beatles and Marilyn Monroe and Elvis and Mister Ed. Listen - I believe that people are perfectable, that knowledge is infinite, that the world is run by secret banking cartels and is visited by aliens on a regular basis, nice ones that look like wrinkled lemurs and bad ones who mutilate cattle and want our water and our women. I believe that the future sucks and I believe that the future rocks and I believe that one day White Buffalo Woman is going to come back and kick everyone’s ass. I believe that all men are just overgrown boys with deep problems communicating and that the decline in good sex in America is coincident with the decline in drive-in movie theaters from state to state. I believe that all politicians are unprincipled crooks and I still believe that they are better than the alternative. I believe that California is going to sink into the sea when the big one comes, while Florida is going to dissolve into madness and alligators and toxic waste. I believe that antibacterial soap is destroying our resistance to dirt and disease so that one day we’ll all be wiped out by the common cold like martians in War of the Worlds. I believe that the greatest poets of the last century were Edith Sitwell and Don Marquis, that jade is dried dragon sperm, and that thousands of years ago in a former life I was a one-armed Siberian shaman. I believe that mankind’s destiny lies in the stars. I believe that candy really did taste better when I was a kid, that it’s aerodynamically impossible for a bumble bee to fly, that light is a wave and a particle, that there’s a cat in a box somewhere who’s alive and dead at the same time (although if they don’t ever open the box to feed it it’ll eventually just be two different kinds of dead), and that there are stars in the universe billions of years older than the universe itself. I believe in a personal god who cares about me and worries and oversees everything I do. I believe in an impersonal god who set the universe in motion and went off to hang with her girlfriends and doesn’t even know that I’m alive. I believe in an empty and godless universe of causal chaos, background noise, and sheer blind luck. I believe that anyone who says sex is overrated just hasn’t done it properly. I believe that anyone who claims to know what’s going on will lie about the little things too. I believe in absolute honesty and sensible social lies. I believe in a woman’s right to choose, a baby’s right to live, that while all human life is sacred there’s nothing wrong with the death penalty if you can trust the legal system implicitly, and that no one but a moron would ever trust the legal system. I believe that life is a game, that life is a cruel joke, and that life is what happens when you’re alive and that you might as well lie back and enjoy it.”

[Neil Gaiman]

A cada dia que vivo, mais me convenço de que o desperdício da vida está no amor que não damos, nas forças que não usamos, na prudência egoísta que nada arrisca e que, esquivando-nos do sofrimento, perdemos também a felicidade. [Carlos Drummond de Andrade]

quinta-feira, 14 de outubro de 2010


I do not know where my friends have come from, only that I’ve been blessed to run into people who appreciate my eccentricities and inspire me. I believe that if you live sincerely and with an open heart, the right people will start to come into your life.


"A man who lies to himself, and believes his own lies, becomes unable to recognize truth, either in himself or in anyone else, and he ends up losing respect for himself and for others. When he has no respect for anyone, he can no longer love, and in him, he yields to his impulses, indulges in the lowest form of pleasure, and behaves in the end like an animal in satisfying his vices. And it all comes from lying—to others and to yourself.”

Isso é tão verdadeiro,
e é assim como eu me sinto sobre certas pessoas que eu conheço.
isso me deixa triste, porque elas nao podem ver quais as consequências que suas ações trazem.

segunda-feira, 11 de outubro de 2010

If You Forget Me

If you forget me, I want you to know one thing.
You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I lay near the fire, the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log, everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists, aromas, light, metals, were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me.
Well, now, if little by little you stop loving me, I shall stop loving you little by little.
If suddenly you forget me, do not look for me, for I shall already have forgotten you.
If you think it long and mad, the wind of banners that passes through my life, and you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots, remember that on that day, at that hour, I shall lift my arms and my roots will set off to seek another land.
But if each day, each hour, you feel that you are destined for me with implacable sweetness, if each day a flower climbs up to your lips to seek me, ah my love, ah my own, in me all that fire is repeated, in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten, my love feeds on your love, beloved, and as long as you live it will be in your arms without leaving mine.

[Pablo Neruda]

“ No girl should ever forget that she doesn’t need anyone who doesn’t need her. I need to remember this always.

"Nunca se é intimidado em silêncio.
Nunca se permita ser uma vítima.
Aceitar as definição de sua vida, Define vc mesmo.