Like Crazy

Your silence is the most perfect expression of scorn...That's why I am leaving...

I just do bullshit  in your presence...

When I should speak I get silent,  I say nonsense after another when best should be silent...

I make bad jokes, look like crazy and suffer before, during and after seeing you...

I will not be here anymore because there is no future and this is not the most difficult to deal,  worse is that there is no present and the past is more fluid than air...

I will not be here anymore because there is nothing I can redeem...

My absence is coward but watchful, a bit bogus a bit authentic, because leaving  is a game of patience for me. Vanishing is a risk but also wisdom...

I look disinterested, but I am not, I am leaving because this is the only way for you to always be by my side, even if only in my imagination...

Longing (Saudade) will do more for me than the love I feel for you and for my clumsy and thoughtless stay.

Be happy.

Take him out of your head

You were in love with someone and he drove you away.! It happens more than plane crash disaster with pilgrims and forest fire. Broken hearts is the great national drama. What to do? Not yet released a self-help manual that can eliminate our pain, and friends can only hope a phrase, repeated ad nauseam: Take this guy out of your head!!! It sounds easy... But anyone out there tell me how you take someone from a place so full of mysteries? To like someone is a function of the heart, but forget him is not. It is the task of our little head, which incidentally is ours in terms: there's something in there that acts on its own, without satisfaction. I wish an awareness effort resolve the matter: I do not like him anymore! I do not want to know that boastful! Disappear! One, two and now! It looks like it worked. You go out on the street to test. Yes, you could: windows looked, ate ice cream and flipped through two magazines without shedding a single tear. Until a song begins to play on the radio and everything falls apart. You did not take anything from the head, He is still there, singing softly to you... Tactics. Do not stay home rereading emails or chats and reviewing photos. Go to a party and get dressed to kill! You try but...nothing goes as planned. Couples kissing beside you are like punch in the stomach. You feel like a fool on the dance floor. A guy pulls chat with you and everything he says sounds like what your ex would say, what your ex would do. Call the firefighters!!! Books. A great habit, but instead of abstracting, you begin to think all that the writer writes is for you in particular, it is similar to what you are living, even if you are reading about the eruption of Vesuvius that buried Pompeii!!! Travel. Who will go in the luggage? HE! You're looking at the landscape through the bus window and only you are thinking is where he is now, without noticing that he's right there, stuck on your mind. Get rid of a memory is a slow process, impossible to program. No one can take someone out of head at the time you want, and sometimes the only solution is to reverse the game: instead of trying not to think about the person, exhausting pain. Allow yourself to remember. Cry!, Miss him deeply! One day the wound heals and you, so used to it, eventually forget about it.
With forceps is that the creature does not come out...

https://youtu.be/cIfhMUcVswU

Man and Woman

Man is the highest of creatures; Woman is the most sublime of ideals.

Man is the brain;  Woman is the heart.

The brain produces light;...The heart, love.

The fruitful light... Love resurrects.

Man is strong by reason; Woman is invincible by tears.

The reason convinces ...The tears stir emotions.

Man is capable of all heroism; Woman, of all martyrdoms.

Heroism ennobles... martyrdom sublimates.

Man is a code; Woman is a gospel.

The code corrects... the gospel perfects.

Man is a temple;  Woman is the tabernacle.

Before the temple we discover ourselves...Before the shrine we kneel.

Man thinks;  Woman dreams.

To think is to have in the brain, a larva... To Dream is to have, on the forehead, a halo.

Man is an ocean;  Woman is a lake.

The ocean has the pearl that adorns...The lake, the poetry that dazzles.

Man is the eagle flyiing; Woman is the nightingale singing.

Flying is dominating the space...Singing is to conquer the soul.

And finally, man is placed where the land ends...

And The Woman, where the sky begins...

https://youtu.be/i9GNO-YQNq4

Love is synthesis

Love is synthesis

Please ... do not analyze me.
Do not be looking for every weakness of mine.
If anyone resists to a thorough analysis, much less do I!
Jealous, demanding, insecure, needy ... all full of marks that life left me.
See in each requirement of mine, a grace cry, a call for love!
Love ... love is synthesis. A data integration, it is unnecessary to put something in or to take something off.
Do not cut me into slices (no one embraces a piece) ...
Wrap me all up in your arms,
And I'll be perfect, my love! ❤

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h3pbEKl6TkI