Out of fashion

If it were not so unfashionable, I would talk about...LOVE.

That sincere love, eye to eye, that cold tommy feeling, that painful fear feeling of losing that wonderful moment in your life . 

Those moments that only who has loved somebody knows . 

That wish of sharing everything and conquer all things, but not to retain them in the material possession of selfishness, but to donate them in the noble feeling of love. 

If  it were   not   so   unfashionable,   I   would  talk 

about ...SINCERITY. 

You know, that old business of Fidelity, Mutual Respect... and all those other things that are no longer valuable. 

That feeling that inebriates more than a drink and that means having in a single person, the sum of all 

the things that sometimes we seek in so many ... 

The admiration for the virtues and the acceptance for defects but, above all, the respect for the individuality that sometimes we judge it belongs to us, but that each one of us has the right to posses... 

If   it   were   not     so   unfashionable,  I would talk 

about... FRIENDSHIP. 

That friendship that should exist between two people who like and wish the welfare of each other... 

The support,  the interest, the solidarity, the union beyond the feelings, the dedication to understand before liking ... 

If it were not so unfashionable, I would talk 

about... FAMILY.    Yes Family! 

This institution that lately lives on the brink of bankruptcy, suffering continuous and violent "assaults". 

Father, Mother, Brothers, Sisters, Children, Home ... 

That greater good of having a community united by blood ties and protected by divine blessings. 

A haven of peace in the world, the warmth of the address, the source for having some rest, and the renewal of energies. 

And at last  I would maybe  talk about something 

like ... HAPPINESS. 

But it is a pity that happiness, like everything else, 

for a long time has already been so unfashionable 

and has given place to the fads of civilization ... 

Even so, I wish you all,  a life filled with those issues so unfashionable but that  undoubtedly make such a big a difference! 

After all, what harm is there in being a bit...

OUT OF FASHION?

Sex...Love...

Making love is beautiful... It is sublime, is charming, is splendid. 

But making sex is fucking good!

Making sex  is that action when someone pulls your hair from the nape ... 

He calls you names I could not write here ... 

He suddenly rolls you... and do not think he will be gentle ... 

You do not feel ashamed of animals rhythms!

Making sex is good! 

Better than making sex , is just fucking for fucking! 

Fucking not wanting to have a realtionship .... 

Not wishing to introduce him to your family ... 

Not wanting to share the first hug in the New Year. 

Just fucking because the guy heats up your

backbone!!! ... 

It makes you flattered!...

Making sex is good because life is stressful and it makes you relax...  

There are some people who  you will end up making sex with... useless to want to escape... 

Making sex not expecting to hear promises, not waiting to hear caring words, not expecting to talk about the future... 

Making sex just for sex is good for a time... 

For one month...  

For some frantic people, perhaps for some years... 

But making sex just for sex, makes you empty. 

Sex for sex  is winning nothing... 

It is not winning the words "I Love You" lost quietly in the middle of a dark room... 

You do not win a hand on your shoulder to support you when the chaos of the city seems to want to abduct you. 

You do not have someone wanting to stay with you forever, to be introduced  to your family, to be the first one to share a very tight hug in the New Year.

Someone to talk and make plans for a life together , and that will tell you: Love, what do you think about that?  

It is not having who to call up when receiving good news. 

It is not wanting to have someone to cuddle and snuggle and just sleep together...  

But making sex is inevitable! Take it, make it, do it a lot!!! It's fucking good! 

But never forget, much more than anything, give a chance to love. 

Yes... This is when you do really get the greatest pleasure! 

When you "make love" with that one you love, is when you truly relax, heals the bad mood, alleviates all the crises and makes you float and fly...

Try to love... and feel how it is to be really loved ...
Will it be forver? It does not matter. What matters is that it will be eternal while it lasts...

text in portuguese:

Tati Bernardi

A brain collapse...

The following letter was found in the pocket of a corpse: 

Dear Mr. Prosecutor,

I committed suicide! 

Do not blame anyone for my fate. I left this life because if I stayed alive here for one day longer , I would eventually die mad! 

I will explain to you, Mr. Doctor: I had the misfortune to marry a widow, who had already an adult daughter; if I knew what would happen, I would never have married her. 

My father, to the greatest misfortune, is a widower, and he unfortunately fell in love with and married the daughter of my wife. 

The result was that my wife became my father's mother in law. My stepdaughter became my mother and my father became my son in law. 

After some time, my daughter gave birth to a child who came to be my brother, but my wife's grandson, and I became the grandfather of my brother. 

Sometime later, my wife also gave birth to a boy who became my mother's brother and my father's brother in law and uncle of himself. In this way my wife became daughter in law of her  own daughter. 

So I became my mother's father, becoming a brother to my son, my wife became my grandmother, as she is my mother's mother, and so I ended up being the grandfather of myself. 

So before everything became more complicated, I decided to finish it once and for all!!! 

My brain collapsed.... and I killed myself!!!

Kissing good...

Ok: we want to find someone beautiful, intelligent and witty. Someone who is not too extrovert and not conceited but who has a captivating conversation and is fallen for us. 
But what if he is a bad kisser? No chance at all!!! 
He has to kiss good... 

But when I hear someone saying that somebody is so-and-so kisser, a bad kisser, I almost come back to believe in fairy tales. 
The good is the fortunate to two mouths that enter into communion. Can a "Rafael" kiss a "Ana" and the kiss be a volcanic explosion!!! Bur the same  "Rafael" can kiss a "Cristina" lips and be a meeting to sleep... People do not kiss good or bad: couples kiss good or bad. There are always two involved. 

The definition of a good kiss is that it may be questionable, but who is in the midst of the event almost always recognizes the sublime kiss. 

Nice kiss is a wished and decided kiss, even if the decision is to take it slowly far away...sooo good... 

Good kiss is a wet kiss when the kissers donate all there is to donate in the oral cavity without aseptic, absolute surrender. 

Good kiss is unhurried kiss, which was not condemned by the hands of the clock, which is lost in dark mazes since it is good to remember, we have our eyes closed... 

Kiss is good when you can not stop even if you wanted to. 

Good kiss is not allowing our thoughts to take shape and fly to another place... Our mind is there, stuck on the kiss... 

Is there a bad kiss? Yes there is: a soulless kiss, a too polite kiss,a short kiss, a kiss full of controlled movements,  a dry kiss. 

But one thing is certain: it's necessary two to make it cold or make it hot. Everyone can kiss good, our lips have just to  meet whom.

After all, a real good kiss is the kiss given by the person who we are completely in love. 

http://youtu.be/kFfKb_WEkCE

Martha Medeiros

The pain that hurts most...

Locking a finger in a door hurts. 
Hitting the chin on the floor hurts. 
Twisting the ankle hurts. 
A slap, a punch, a kick, hurt. It hurts to hit the head on the edge of the table, biting the tongue hurts. Colic, caries and kidney stone, hurt. 
But what hurts more... is missing... 
Missing a brother who lives far away... 
Missing a childhood waterfall... 
Missing the taste of a fruit that we can't find anymore... 
Missing the dear parent who has died... 
Missing a good friend I have not met anymore... 
Missing a city where I have lived... 
I miss myself, when I had more courage and no white hair... 
Missing all those things hurt... 
But the most painful longing is the longing for the beloved one...I miss the skin, the smell and the kisses... I miss his everyday presence, and even a consented absence... I could stay in a room and he in the other room, without seeing each other, but I knew he was there... I could go to the airport and he to the dentist, but we knew ourselves where. I could stay a day without seeing him, he, a day without seeing me, but we knew we had a tomorrow... 
But when the love of one ends, the other leaves a longing that no one knows how to stop... 

Longing is not knowing... 
I do not know anymore if he continues with his allergies... 
I do not know anymore if he dyes his hair... 
I do not know if he still wears the striped T-shirt that makes him look so handsome... 
I do not know if he is taking his medicines as he promised... 
I do not know if he is eating healthy and if he is still, a vegetarian...
If he still smiles, if he still works out..
If he is in love...

Longing is not knowing... 
Not knowing what to do with the days that became longer... 
Not knowing how to find tasks that make you cease thinking... 
Not knowing how to stop the tears when listening to our song...
Not knowing how to overcome the pain of a silence that fills nothing. 

Longing is wondering if he's with someone, if he is happy, if he is skinnier, if he is more handsome... 

And above all,  even not wanting to know anything about him, and try not to wonder anymore...
The love goes on... The longing doesn't vanish...

...and it hurts...

Me...

When I am sad I get silent 

When I am mad I get stupid 

When I'm boring I get lucid 

When I'm sexy I get smart 

When I'm blind I get a seer 

When I'm needy I get insane 

When I am naughty I get cool 

When I'm dry I get empty 

When I'm cold I get distant 

When I'm hot I get oily 

When I'm perk I get so many  

When I am holy I get ice 

When I'm salty I get raw 

When I am pure I get attempted 

When I'm sitting I get tall 

When I'm young I get a maiden 

When I'm pretty I get futile 

When I am working I get perfect 

When I'm wondering...

I am yours...

Your own game...

From north to south, from east to west, everyone wants to be happy. It is not an easy task. At first, it would be sufficient to have health, money and love, which is already a commendable package, but our desires are even more complex. 

It is not enough that people are without fever. We want health, to be very thin, healed, irresistible. Money? It is not enough to pay the rent, the food and the film. We want a lap pool, a Louis Vitton purse and a season in a five-star spa. 
What about love? Ah, love ... not just to have someone you can talk, share a pizza and have sex occasionally. This is to think small...
We want to be viscerally passionate, want to be surprised by statements and unexpected gifts. 
We want candlelit dinner from Monday through Sunday. We want wild sex daily and we want to be happy thus and not otherwise. 

That's what you see so much television. Just forget trying to be happy in a more realistic way. Why can we not be happy forming a pair, and not as odd? Having a steady partner is not synonymous with happiness, unless the happiness of being corresponding to the expectations of society, but that is another matter. You can be happy single, happy with some occasional novels, with three partners happy, happy no. There tiny love, especially when it comes to self-love. 

Money is a blessing. Who has need to enjoy it, spend it, enjoy it. Do not waste time gathering, gathering, gathering. Just enough to feel secure, but not imprisoned. And if we have little bit with this is that it will try to hold the wave, trying to leave things for free, like a little humor, a little faith and a little creativity. 

Being happy in a realistic way is to accept the possible and the improbable. 
Doing exercises without aim walkways, work without crave stardom, love without the eternal aim. 
Watch the clock: time to wake up. 
It is important to think the extreme, look inside what moves us, instigates and leads, but not require inhumanly. 
Life is not a game where only those who test their limits is what takes the prize. 
Let's not be naive victims of such competitiveness. 
If the goal is too high, reduce it. If you are not in accordance with the rules, resign yourself. 
Invent your own game.