terça-feira, 25 de janeiro de 2011

Not a scent of emotions

She was quite comfortable with that feeling of tasting no scent of emotions. Who the hell needs this? Picures, songs and also emotions are just distractions. Like television, videogames, stars in the sky and little ghosts. Only distractions to make us strong enough avoiding the fear of death.

sábado, 22 de janeiro de 2011

Reflections of a word

Reading Clarice Lispector makes me tired enough. My inner self is damn fuckin' messed up. When you feel the truth and you don't tell it, it's ok. But if you see this truth somewhere... you're lost and you make anything to hide it.
A crowd won't make me any harm
But myself in the mirror
It's a damn strange feeling of fear

quarta-feira, 12 de janeiro de 2011

Things I should know about myself

Back some years (maybe many... maybe lots of them!) ago I try hard to perceive some aspects about my personality and... wait for it... I don't remember much. But I can say that I've changed quite a lot.

When I was a teen, for example, I was chatty! It was impossible to stay around me without saying a word. I don't know if my experiences forced me to be strong and bear some burdens on my own but nowadays I just keep quiet. I'm not interested in people anymore and worse - I think I have nothing worthy to share with them. Plus I'm afraid telling secrets or I just think my issues and my life in general are unworthy. (That's not true, I know.)

However, there are two subjects that can keep me talking a lot and they really make me feel something special inside: music and books (the news, please?) Perhaps I don't really care much about things that will die one day. I'm so into eternity that I keep close to imortals... I like alcohol too. Not due its taste but sadly because makes me want to be with other people. Doing something, forgeting something, laughing without a reason.

Just wanted to say something. Before it goes with the wind.

domingo, 9 de janeiro de 2011

We tend to be quite tough with ourselves. I see, it's also hard to fall in love with our spectrum in the mirror. Keep your strenght, not to your enemies but to bear all the pessimism you put upon yourself.

sábado, 1 de janeiro de 2011

It can be bitter

You can't stop saying things. No matter what, you MUST say those ones. Otherwise, how could I know? 24 hours have passed and I still don't know.

No matter what: SAY THINGS. We can't just let it go, we don't have such power of guessing what the other person is feeling. If you wanna love: be careful. And say how do you feel.