She... The Passion

She just wants me to feel , to think, to breathe, that I dial those numbers once more, again, again...
The strangest of the strange is this true happiness I am living. This state of grace. The strange filled my stomach with colorful butterflies. Filled with sighs my soul. Filled me with surrender...
It's one of those joys of giving little hops and muttering joy in the most serious countenance... 
It's one of those joys so blessed by God that He is almost an accomplice of sporadic nonsense and lies...
It's one of those uncomfortable joys but that has the same face of hot bed and fluffy pillow...
She does not give a shit to me, and goes on  her beautiful red dancing on my chest. I miss the air, get my eyes wide open...
She does not give a shit to me, tingling every part of my body, turning my drawing in dotted... 
Later she urges me to call him to form my image, to make me exist...
She just smiles at me ironically and for mercy stays quiet for a few seconds... 
Then I can not stand myself and look for her... Strange for strange, denying a passion is much crazier than accept her within us...

We get used

We get used to... 

waking up in the morning, startled because it's time to drink coffee fast, because it is running late.

reading the news on the bus because we can not waste time on the trip.

eating sandwiches because we do not have time for a healthy meal.

walking the streets and see posters, opening the magazines and see ads, turning on the television and watch commercials.

struggling to make money, to earn less than we need and to pay more than the things are worth.

living in apartments funds and have no other view than the windows around.

not open all the curtains, and as we get used to it, forget the sun, air, spaciousness.

pollution, artificial light quiver, to shock the eyes lead with natural light.

the bacteria from drinking water, slow death of rivers, contamination of sea water.

war and violence, and accepting war and violence, we acceptn the growing number for the dead. And, accepting the numbers, you agree with no peaceful world.

We get used to all this not to suffer... We get used not to grate on the roughness to preserve the skin.

We get used to all this to save our own lives... Which gradually pass, and so much getting used to, it loses itself.

We get used to all this, I know... but we should not.

The advantages of being silly

The silly, for not minding with ambitions, has time to see, hear and touch the world. The silly is able to sit almost motionless for two hours. If asked why not do something, he replies: "I'm doing! I'm thinking.."

Being silly sometimes offers a "world" of outputs because the smart only remembers leaving through cunning, and the fool has originality, it comes spontaneously to his mind.

The silly has the opportunity to see things which the smart does not see. 
Smart people are always so attentive to others' cunning that they relax before the silly, and then the silly sees them as mere human beings. The silly gains utility and wisdom to live. The silly seems to have never had his turn. However, often the silly is a "Dostoyevsky."

There is a downside for being silly, of course. A silly, for example, relied on the word of a stranger to the purchase of a refrigerated air second hand: he said the device was new, almost unused and that he was selling it  because he had moved to a cooler place. Then the silly purchased the device without seeing it at all. Result: not working. Called a technician, the views of this was that the unit was so damaged that repair would be expensive: added value to buy another. 
But, on the other hand, the advantage of being silly is to have good faith, not to be suspicious, being so very quiet, while smart doe not sleep at night for fear of being cheated. Smart wins but with a stomach ulcer. The silly does not realize when he wins.

Warning: Do not confuse silly with donkey. 
Disadvantage: the silly can get a stab of those who he least expects. It is one of sadness that the silly does not provide. Caesar finished saying the famous words: "Even you, Brutus?"

Silly does not complain. On the other hand, he exclaims!

Silly, with all his antics, many of them must be in heaven.

The silly is always so friendly that there are some smarts who try to pose for silly. Being silly is a creativity and, as all creation it is difficult. That's why smart can not go through silly. Smart gains of others. In contrast silly makes a living. 

Blessed is the silly because he knows and the smart does not suspect. 
In fact the silly does not care to know if he knows...

Inevitable

Sometimes it is inevitable to miss someone and many of these times is not worth it. It's someone who has hurt us, someone who lied, that failed. 
He did what was not to be done or simply did not love us as we deserve to be loved... 
As it is inevitable to miss, it is also inevitable waste time with thoughts that should be very far apart. 
And that question in wonder even until thoughts will harass and take the peace to move forward without that feeling, feeling of missing...

Missing who makes us happy  hurts, imagine missing someone who deserves receiving nothing, much less this so good feeling of longing... 
Longing comes and hits us until we get tired, and when we get tired of being beaten  the scar comes and is effective,but while it does not heal, it hurts... It hurts to cry for the lost time, for the hurt we created in who really loves us, and the regret of having given in to this crazy love , having made all these blunders... 
I'm sure it would be better if I  had not met some kind of people, not gone to sites of relationships or to have answered emails or even have heard that charming voice... 
People feel happy to hurt, they hurt our heart smiling, make we cry and leave us and go away in a flash that makes us think we are the ultimate romantic, the last passionate person...

But now it's too late, all is gone and thankfully what remained was the learning. Mistakes are made once, but the second is stupid and this is a lesson, because no one has the right to come to us smiling and then go away leaving us crying and  breathless... 
No one can break a heart that always fought to stay whole, no one has the right to minimize our smile...

That's why I go on always smiling, and pray for who has made me cry one day. I ask God to pity this stupid and unfortunate person, ask God that his own love overflows reaching his '' being '' who does not even know what it is to love himself.

The only idiot

I write a paragraph and run to see if "you" are on.
And I write a line and run to see if you have texted a message to me...
Or I do not write anything and also do not run, just let you come here and sit by my side in my thought... And I find myself smiling, alone...
And I find myself not caring about all the rest...

But you know what happens in the meantime? 
While I do not move because I am overflowing you from my heart and moving weighs too much?
The world lives. The world turns. Important people sign contracts, earn money. And simple people fighting for a place in a bus, a place in the world. They are all struggling for a better life. They are all doing something more important and more mature than sigh like an idiot and just thinking about you...

I'm very envious of these wonderful, concious people,
evolved and smart who can separate the time to go to a meeting with friends from the time to wish to meet someone who exists only in my dreams... 
May come the time for me to prefer receiving a warm hug of somebody who loves me than wishing crazily to hug someone heartless... my longing...
May come the time for me to prefer to look for the word "gloomy" in the dictionary than to be always getting lost in your untrue loving and caring words that never comes out of my mind...
May the time come for me to be entire and the time to pick up my pieces around the world and not waiting for you to send me dismembered signals anymore...

I can not do the right things...
I get confused, mix all, and mess everyhing...

My only question is if I'm the only idiot to do this to me or if... 
I'm the only idiot to admit that I do this to myself...

You

My deepest will now is to disappear ... 
To forget you ... To hide myself ...
But at the same time I want to meet you, to kiss you and tell you how much I love you and that you are too important in my life for me to leave ...
I also want to shake you and say that you're a sucker for letting me go and losing me like that ...
But my greatest desire is to forget you ... To delete you from my life ... I know I will never have you...
At the same time, I remember you every morning ... Thinking of you, listening to your voice makes me sleep so better ...
Then I realize: IT'S ME!!! My desires are too bipolar. The only thing that is not bipolar is my deep desire to have you by my side ... To listen to your voice...
To see your true face...
Yes ... I chose you ... among some who wants me, I chose you. You are the one...
You, who never wanted me... who never loved me... But...That's life...
If they gave me the chance to have one last request, I would choose you ...
If life were to end today or a thousand years from now...  I would choose you ...
But this game is so tiring... And I am exhausted...

He knows

Hey, you fool, can you not look at me with devotion, especially because I'm here almost overwhelmed without your presence? 
No, I can not say that... 

Hey, old man, can you please hold me as if we're falling off a bridge because I'm here without ground without your presence? 
No, I can not say that...

Hey, garbage monster, can you kiss me as a final movie kiss because I'm here without saliva, no air, no life without your presence? 
Definitely not... better not say that...

Love can not be asked... It's a pitty...
It's sad to love this much and so much love not be useful. So much love trying to make him happy...
But love, you know, love is not asked. 
Love declares... 
But do you know what? He knows.. he knows...

Today

He's not just a guy ..
And this guy yes, warms my hands and listen to my insults and wisecracks with the same attachment. He has not left me to rot there where I could not bother. It is different from all that is wrong in my world and other worlds.
I could  say that he saved my life if it did not sound so dramatic. 
He does not make plans or promises, only surprises, taught me to like surprises. He is different. He's not just a guy.
He hears me as if he understands me, speaks as one who knows what to say and does not say anything often, because he understands the silences... He exists... 
I know we would be good friends, good partners, good enemies, but I prefer to be his woman...
And I know that we will be important in the history of each other forever, regardless of whatever is going to happen. Because he is not just a guy... 
I do not want just a guy... 
And he's everything I want... today...

Invented love

Here I am in another table with laughter in half... Look to my side and I feel an immense longing, crazy, helpless and even cynical... 
Longing for something... or someone, I do not know... 
Maybe longing for me, for some true love that lasted a second ... 
My friends love me. But do they know that I'm dying of laughing now, but soon I am going to die of crying? It always happens...
And I, again, look to the side dying of longing for this thing I do not know what is. This thing that may be love...
I hate all cheap loves, loves that don't last, and "no loves" that I invented just to skip a week without pain... 
Each week without pain that pass, I seem to accumulate a lifetime of pain... 
I need to stop, to wait... But loneliness hurts and I go on inventing characters... 
I hate my weakness in deceiving me. I invent love, yes,  and it hurts to admit it. But it is because I can not stand not putting a face to my longing... 
It's all in half, but at least my fantasy is full... while it lasts... 
In the rough, dry and quiet end is always the same... I here, wanting to cry, wanting to lie about life just to believe in it... 
Then I lie down and think of pretty little things, listening to music... 
And before I can realize, I fall asleep...

Tati Bernardi

Perfection

I'll hold your hand as if to hold the hand of someone who is hung on a rut ... and follow you for days, weeks, months trying to touch your heart until one day I can, but in any way hold you back, though fear of losing you, and never limit you, but cry when you decide to leave ... 
And I will wait your changes naturally without forcing you...
I will steal a thousand of kisses of you when you decide to have some fit of anger, try to calm you down and be unable to cause any suffering to you ...
And I will say that you sing bad but as well I will sing with you, thus proving that there are people who sing horribly, and you're not the only one, but I would be willing to listen ... 
And when you decide to talk too much, I will lean your head on my shoulder and hear everything you have to say ... 
And when we both stumble may we have breath enough not to die of laughing ...
And may you feel you need me, but not only when you need support, but that you feel it even having spent a whole day with me, that you do not see and do not feel the time passing when you are next to me, and that time is never enough when we spend it together...
And may you bear my faults and feel proud of my qualities, and although I do not have an extreme beauty, may I have the power to get you to see that liking someone goes far beyond physical beauty, and also try to somehow (unfortunately only try to) make you to not look in other directions, because your eyes will be always inside mine ... 
May I always find you, wherever you are, and may I be your perfection, even being imperfect...

Go on insisting

I don't know why I keep coming home wanting to be of someone, even being so close to him... 
I'll never understand why even he being exactly what I want and I being exactly what he wants, our accuracies do not work in an account to add...
But then, in a few days .... he will call me, wanting to take that coffee... we both wanting to hide us as always, willing to love each other just while we can not popularize this love...  
And I'll accept... 
Not because I am an idiot, or because I do not give any value to myself or even because I have nothing better to do. It is not that! This is not true...
It's just because he reminds me the mysteries of life... 
Simply because that's how we do with our own existence: we do not understand anything, but we go on insisting...

Just wondering...

My will is that he asks me if I want some beer and if I would like to see one of his films stretched in his large pillows...
Once again I wonder how we can make the deepest thing in the world with complete superficiality. 
How do you love without love? How is the delivery from inside a prison? I never knew...
It's still too soon and I need love. Just a little bit of love...
I want him to see how much I have changed because of him, in the hope that his frozen laughter comes off automatic and I win a single genuine smile...

Perhaps my love has learned to be less love just to never stop being love...

The fight

May we someday be able to say: The war is over!!!
Finally, peace in the world... 
But while refugees will be preparing to return to their homes, some others will still be vying for the title of winner of the war, as if it had been only a football match. No one will have scored goal in this insane battle, there will be  nothing to celebrate, but a lesson will be left by the episode: the damage that the lack of aim can cause...

In the war of the day-to-day is no different: aim is the key. We have been discouraged, we think that life has no emotion and that in our house no one understands us. We go out to enjoy the night, and then, we meet some guys in a race of motorcycle, some painting graffiti on the walls, some destroying telephone booths and they seem to enjoy themselves so much... We join the group. Fatal error: we have just allied to the enemy...

You are in search of an employment. It seems that not you but you and all the "rest of the world". For such a miracle of life, there are two opportunities to work. One is a stage within the field you want to work in the future. It is to work alongside good professionals, but winning only one allowance. And you will have to work hard. The other proposal is to win three salaries on the payroll, but a branch that does not give you a little chance for professional growth, a place where you will be just a cog in the wheel, easily replaceable. Think about it: you just have one bullet in the needle...

You are more vulnerable than an abandoned bride at the altar. Alone for one year and a half, you have been cuddling with a pillow! 
Then someone comes up... the guy who talks a blue streak, about his own car, his own team, his very amorous adventures, about his own navel... He is not your type, but he is the only one who appeared. You shall take a ride on his ego or stay for some more time alone?...

Marksmanship makes all the difference. Sometimes a target is closer than others and it seems to make things easier. Sometimes a person looks cool but is a camouflage. Sometimes someone moves towards us and before hearing him we shoot him down. Living is having to fight a little bit every day for our happiness. Nobody gets away unharmed with this fight, but it hurts less for who has good sense, diplomacy notions and, especially wisdom, to distinguish the time of attacking and the time to defend himself...

Martha Medeiros

Touch

I am composed of emergency:
my joys are intense;
my sorrows are absolute.
I clog myself of absences,
I empty myself of excesses.
I do not fit in the narrow,
I just live in the extremes.

Little does not suit me,
Average does not satisfy me,
And halves have never been my fave ones!

All the big and the small moments,
I made them with love and affection,
and they are eternal memories for me.
Words win me temporarily ...
But attitudes lose me or earn me forever.

I suppose that understanding me
is not a matter of intelligence,
but of feeling...of getting in touch...
You have the choice: or you touch me or you don't... and leave.....

I give up...

Today I woke up sad, very sad... and tired...

Tired of everything... Tired of being myself, tired of being nothing...

What kind of life is that? All we see is people wanting to take advantage of people. People cheating people. People killing people...

My country, the country I was born is now the champion in corruption!!! Lots of business men and men of the government going to jail! So much dirtness... And then the people also wanting to take adavantage in everything. The general thought is: "If the government and the rich men can do that why I can not"?... what a shame!!!

In the networks all we see are fake people, scammers, old men posting boobs and butts as if they were expert in the issue. Poor lonely old men trying to fill their lonely hearts with some futile pleasure. We see also old women showing their fallen bodies in "sexy" poses like whores, trying to get a man to support them. A man complaining that he was cheated by a woman who posted a beautiful pic and in the end he discovered she was an old, ugly, short and fat lady!!! Come on!!! A mature man falling in love with a photo??? And the false photo is of a woman much younger than him!!! Sorry but for sure he wanted to be cheated... Some people like to be cheated!!! That's why the scammers are so successful... 

If we hangout some madcap guys want to "eat" us. I have even "won" a pic of a penis sometime ago!!! What do I do with a pic of a penis??? OMG I am a doctor! I have seen lots of sick nude men and dicks like that are just a piece of meat for me. Of course the guy was properly blocked... I don't want to hangout anymore... And I don't.

We can see also young girls in sexy photos trying to get a "space" in this dirty world to become the sexiest girl on earth. Some so young, exposing their bodies as if they were so available. Just one more to be tasted and then thrown away...This is sad... This is disgusting!!! I am not prejudiced. I was born and live in a modern and free country,  and I am open minded, but the values are changing too fast, but
everything in life must have a limit....
I am really getting old... I think it's time to retire from this crazy life.

I am so tired of being a human being...
Sometimes I feel ashamed of being human... 
Why were I not born as a horse... or as a black panther? Animals are so much caring... and loyal...

Why did God send me to this crazy world? What are we human beings? What am I??? Nothing...absolutely nothing...
But even though I thank God for having an amazing family and amazing friends too... 

When I was young my grandma used to say that happiness doesn’t exist. What exist are just some few moments of joy. I got so angry with her. How did she dare to say that? I was so happy!!! Yes... I was happy... But I could not imagine how right she was. I had no idea of what life had prepared to me... the surprises it would give to me. And they were tough surprises...

But I did my best, and was able to overcome almost everything but... what about the scars? They stay here stuck into our heart and the strongest we try to be, some events in life make we fall... And we try and try and try to stand up... and go on... And I did... many times...

But  there comes a time that we realize that some things are such big lies... we make characters to ourselves... always smiling... always pretending to be happy all the time... and almost all the time people don't respect our feelings...

I don’t want to play this game anymore... I don't want to witness all that shit...

And besides I want to feel my pain, I want to suffer in peace, I want to cry all the tears I have inside me, I want to hate, to scream... I don't want to pretend anymore...I want to die of love!!! Alone and with myself, because I still love my "longing"... 
Yes... I want to die... But not for my life...not at all!!!
I want to die for all that shit happening in g+, in my country and in the world...

I give up... once and for all...

I make-believe...

I do not answer your emails, and when I reply I am harsh, distant, I remain oblivious: I make-believe I hate you...

I fill you with kind words, I don't save praises. I get surprised with so much affection that I can invent, I am an actress, I am in the business: I make-believe that I love you...

I'm always looking at the clock, always praising the plans I had and what others boycotted, always complaining that others do it wrong: I make-believe that only I do the job right...

I make fun of some parties and of the glamorous clothes. I do not understand how some people can sleep late every night, permanent guests to ballads in the VIP area of ​​hell: I make-believe I do not want...

I cry even watching the television news. I regret the pain of others and in sleepless nights I stay trying to understand corruptions, negligence, cheatings and all that shows me how much my vote was wasted: I make-believe that I care...

I throw a leg up high, the other to the side, show a face hot and sexy, straight hair on the face, I writhe , moan, whisper, shout and can: I make-believe that I come...

I say that I  forgive, I offer coffee, remember the good times, I say that the bad things stayed in the past and that I no longer remember anything. Mature people know that every heartache is dead weight: I make-believe that I do not suffer...

I quote Aristotle and Plato, I applaud irons twisted in art galleries, read concrete poetry, buy abstract canvases, I am fascinated with techno arrangement for a classical music and watch without subtitles the latest Romanian film: I make-believe I understand...

I have all the ingredients for an unforgettable sandwich, the refrigerator door is full of tele-delivery magnets, I keep a reasonably stocked bar, a little salt and pepper in the pantry and the stove is eight years old but seems brand new: I make-believe I know to cook...

Welcome to the world of fantasy!! What is your character? I can be a ghost who walks through walls, be a dwarf or a giant. I can be a prodigy that decorated the text so well, the naive child who trusted the witch, a sex symbol waiting for my cowboy: I make-believe that it does not hurt...

Do you know who you are talking to?

THIS IS PART OF A TEXT IN PORTUGUESE OF MARIO SERGIO CORTELLA

Today, in quantum physics, we do not speak about the universe, but in the multiverse. The assumption that there is only one universe has no more place in physics. Science talks about multiverse and we are in one of the possible universes.

They say that 15 billion years ago, there was a large atomic explosion, which generated an incredible acceleration of matter and energy release. This feature was added forming what we humans call the stars and they came together, forming what we call galaxies. Science estimates that there are in our universe about 200 billion galaxies. One of them is our own, the Milky Way. By the way, nor is such a large galaxy; it is estimated that it has about 100 billion stars. So we are in a galaxy, which is one of 200 billion galaxies, one of the possible universes and it will disappear.

In this our galaxy full of stars, one of them is that now called dwarf star, the sun. Around this little star turn some planetary masses without own light, nine in all, maybe eight. The third of them from the sun is the Earth. What is the Earth?

The Earth is a small planet that revolves throne of a small star, which is one of 100 billion stars that make up a galaxy, which is one among other 200 billion galaxies in one of the possible universes and it will disappear. See how important we are ...

In this little place has a thing called life. Science estimates that on our planet there are over thirty million species of life, but so far only ranked around three million species. One is our: homo sapiens. Which is one of three million species already classified, who lives in a small planet that revolves throne of a little star, which is one of 100 billion stars that make up a galaxy, which is one among other 200 billion galaxies in one of the possible universes and that will disappear?

This species has, in 2007, approximately 6.4 billion people. One of them is you.

YOU are one among 6.4 billion individuals belonging to a single species, among other 3 million classified species, living in a small planet, which revolves throne of a small star, which is one of 100 billion stars that make up a galaxy which is one among other 200 billion galaxies in one of the possible universes and it will disappear...

That's why every time in life that someone asks me, "Do you know who you're talking to?," I reply, "Do you have time"?

Hunger for love

What have we seen out there ??? Ballads filled with beautiful girls, with more and more micro and transparent clothes.
With their dances and poses in gynecological close-ups, increasingly siliconized, bodies sculpted by plastic surgery, as if they went to  the supermarket and asked the court of the meat as they wanted but ... they come to the dancing alone and leave alone ...
Businessmen, lawyers, engineers, analysts, and others who have studied and studied, worked, achieved professional success and... alone ...
There are women hiring man to dance with them at dances, the brand new "personal dancer,"... amazing!
And it's not just sex!  Not at all! If it were, it would be  resolved easily. Anybody doubts? Sex is in the classifieds of newspapers for sale, on street corners, anywhere, but just sex!
We are lacking to stroll hand in hand, giving and receiving affection, without necessarily having to  show incredible performances of an Olympic athlete in bed ... gym sex. . .
We lack making dinner for who we like and then find out that we will "just" snuggle and cuddle to sleep, not worrying about the kabbalistic positions ...
You know... those simple things, we lost in this crazy march of a blind evolution.
We became machines, and we are now desperate for not knowing how to get back to "feel", only that something so simple that every day is so far from us ...
Who doubts what I'm saying, take a look at the social networking sites "g+", "facebook" and many others. Take a look at the number of communities like: "I want a love for life", "I am to marry!", "to the hopeless, "I was born to live alone!"...
Bringing thousands, I mean, millions of lonely people in a crowd of more and more strange faces, plastics, almost ethereal and inaccessible, if we look at their pictures of sometime ago, we can be sure that they are not the same people, beautiful women plasticizing and maiming themselves on the behalf of such "beauty" ...
We are have been living longer and longer, we retard aging, and realize every day women and men with dolls faces, no wrinkles, trapped smiles and increasingly alone ...
I know I sound like the unhappy bachelor, but I am not ...
To get to write this nonsense (more than true) I had to have the courage to face the ghosts of forward and accept this truth with a straight face ...
We all want to have someone by our side, but nowadays it is judged as ugly, out of fashion, corny, prejudiced families ...
Hello everyone!!! Do happiness, love, all these emotions make us look ridiculous, fool? But so what? Be ridiculous, but be happy and not  frustrated ...
Be embarressed, cry to the world and talk about how you feel, show your love!
You will find out that sooner or later the time to be happy is short, and every moment that goes away will never return ...
Note that person who passes by you on the street today, you may never see her again, or maybe that person you have never imagined but can be the love of your life... And maybe you lost the chance of smiling together ...
Who said that being an adult is to be grouchy?
You can be a businessman and eat yogurt with your finger, watch cartoon, laugh at silly and not let to be a successful professional, who loves to laugh at yourself for being clumsy ...
The wind can not undo our hair?  We have to want our wife wearing makeup for 24 hours, and she has to have the body as the "sexy" women in fashion, and also of playboy magazines? I doubt a true men want a woman like that to live by his side, to be the mother of his children... Ok we like to look sexy women, and imagine the delicious, but that's it... and smart women understand it.
I want an intelligent woman by my side. We will have good and bad times and maybe sooner or later, one of the two, or maybe both, will want to jump out, but if I do not ask her to stay with me, I'm sure I'll regret for life "...
Why to be afraid to say "I love you", "stay with me"? Do not care about the opinions of others! Be happy!
Better being a stupid for some people than being unhappy for yourself!

Arnaldo Jabor

The Creature

I know of an ancient and formidable creature,
That itself devours members and entrails,
With the eagerness of the insatiable hunger.
Dwells along the valleys and mountains;
And at sea, ripping, in the manner of the abyss,
Stretches up all in strange convulsions.
Bring printed on the forehead the dark despotism;
Each look firing, cruel and tender,
It seems an expansion of selfishness and love.
Coldly contemplates the despair and the joy,
It Likes the hummingbird, as it likes the worm,
And girds to the heart the beautiful and the monstrous.
For it, the jackal and  the rolls are equal... just defenseless;
And walks undisturbed on the earth.
In the tree busting his first bud comes the leaf, which unfolds slow and sluggish,
then the flower, then the sighed Snitch.
Because this creature is in all work:
Spays the flower breast and corrupts its fruit.
And it is in this destroying that it doubles its strength.
Loves equal the pure and the impure;
Starts and restarts a perpetual job;
And smiling obeys the Godlike status.
Do you say this is death?.... 
I will say... this is Life.

Machado de Assis

Why not?

He is a superman when we need and a cute little child when we also need...(ohhh! and I love that!) 
But now I do the biggest question of the year: why did I stop loving this guy when I met the other one? Chocolates, wine, music, dark rooms... He stops the world, sits by my side on the couch, holds my hands tight and says: 
-You do not know the longing I felt all this time...
The music becomes instrumental killing any other word, the city does not breathe, time does not exist, loneliness is something for people who live very far away, my mind quiets all monsters, pollution becomes pure oxygen and pink color, the other man who is the undeserved owner  of my hurt heart explodes in the air leaving only stars to light my start...
All the doubts of what to do for the next thousand years simplify because I wish only to live that moment... yes... yes, yesssss... 
I want to reset everything before and love this man, now and ever. 
I will do my best...
Why not?

I'll be your baby tonight
https://youtu.be/OIz7k0muF6A

Longing

I miss you ...
A good nostalgia that teaches and that shows new horizons...
That is no longer suffering and that now reveals the other side of love...
I remember the man with boyish way of talking with your soft voice that fascinated me...
Unforgettable emotions, accelerated beatings of my heart...
A feeling that for me was really true, impossible to forget...
The good times that I had no clear mind to understand...
Of everything so good that our differences destroyed and the time took away...

I miss you ...
I like to feel it. It does not hurt anymore and it is generous...
It softens your absence, calms me and calms my loneliness...
Reminds me experiences that made us grow a bit more together, and made me understand that our relationship would not and will never happen...
That my happiness was fleeting and was not here to stay...
That I shall not cultivate resentment, but just to miss you, and also cultivate the beautiful moments that love has given me...

I miss you ...
This feeling is good for me; does not cage me and does not charge me...
I do not want to forget you. I can not...
Our "relationship" was very important to me. It was a life lesson...
Our mistakes, we shall not consider them bad points...
True love never ends with rancor and intrigue...
In fact, my love for you is not over... it became another kind of happiness, of wanting, and of manifestation of love... it became... longing...

unforgettable

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Relationships

I think that dating, marriage and romance have a beginning, a middle and an end. Like everything in life.
I hate when I hear that conversation:
- 'Oh, I finished the dating ...
- 'Wow, how long?'
... - 'Five years ... But it did not work ... just ended'
- Did it not ...?
Of course it did! It worked for five years, that's it.
And the good thing about life is that you can have multiple loves.
I do not believe people who complement each other. I believe in people who add up.
Sometimes you can not even give one hundred percent of you for yourself, how to charge one hundred percent of the other?
And we don't have this situation entirely.
Sometimes he is true, but he is not good in bed.
Sometimes he is loving, but he is not true.
Sometimes he is helpful, but is not employed.
Sometimes he is brawny, but is not sensitive.
We can not have all....
Perceive which aspect is the most important for you and invest in it.
"Skin" is a tricky beast. When you have "skin" with 
someone , it may be the most basic position like "Dad with Mom" and ... What a delight!
And sometimes you have that acrobat sex, but that does not impress you ...
I think the kiss is very important ... and if the kiss is good... go ahead ... if not ... another drink please ... and go for a walk...
If he or she does not want you anymore, do not force the issue.
The other has the right not to want you!
Do not fight, do not call, do not get mad!
If the person is in doubt...  it's up to you to wait or not.
Some people need our absence to wish our presence...
The human being is not absolute. He hesitates, has doubts and fears but if he REALLY likes you he will come back... No drama!
It's not good to have someone by your side under blackmail, pregnancy, money, family recession...
The cool thing is someone who is by your side... for you!
And vice versa.
Do not be with someone for pity either... or fear of loneliness... we are born alone... we die alone... 
And our thought is ours, it is not shared if you don't want. And when you wake up, the first impression is always yours, your look, your thinking.
There are people who jumps from one romance to another. What fear is that of finding you in your own company? Liking hurts...
You will often have anger, jealousy, hatred, frustration. It's part...
Then you date another being, another world and another universe...
And things do not always go as you want ...
The worst thing is that people are afraid to get involved.
If you do not want to get involved, "date a plant." It is more predictable.
In life and in love, we have no guarantees.
Not every person who invites you to the movies is to marry...
Not every kiss is to romanticize...
Not every good sex is to date or  to discard... Or to fall in love... Or to blame...
Anyway ... who said that being an adult is easy?
This is FACT!

Arnaldo Jabor

The SCREAM

-I do not know what's happening to me, says the patient to the psychiatrist.
But she knows...
-I do not know if I really like my girlfriend, says one friend to another.
But he knows...
-I do not know if I want to continue with the life I have, I think quietly.
But yes I know...
We know everything we feel because something within us cries. We try to stifle this cry with foolish talk, lucubrations, esotericism, dynamic readings, virtual dating, but no matter the method that we will use to search for a truth that fits in our plans: will be fruitless. The truth is already within, the truth is imposed, speaks louder than us, it SCREAMS!!!
We know if we love someone or not, even if it is written that it is a worthless love, a love that  rejects us, a love that will not result in anything. 
We often divert this love for another love, an acceptable love, easy, serene. 
We can give all the evidence to the world that we do not love that person and that we love the other one, but we know, there inside us, who's in the control of our heart.
The truth screams. Causes fever, is in our eyes, develops ulcers. Our body is the house of truth, come from within all the information that will undergo a special screening: some truths we leave out other imprisons us. But the truth is only one: nobody doubts about himself.
We can spend years dedicating ourselves to a job knowing that it will not bring us emotional reward. 
We can live with a person even though she can not be trusted, and we know that. We do these choices because they are the most sensible or practical, but they do not always agree with the cries from within, those voices that say, go this way, if you prefer, but you were born to go to the opposite way. 
Even happiness, as propagated, may be an alternative option to that we closely desire. We fulfill all the ritual, do everything as expected, and we are happy... wow, how happy we are! 
But  the cry inside: -"you did not want that false happiness, you wanted just to live!
-I do not think I would have the courage to throw it all away...
Yes I do....
-I do not know why I'm like that.
Yes... I know....

Martha Medeiros