More or less...

In Brazil there is a situation that those who do not want to have any more serious relationships live. They use to say they STAY ... A Peruvian girl came to live in Brazil and she could not understand this term. She met a Brazilian guy and started liking him. One day the two of them were in a pub when a young lady passed by and looked at them both very angry. Then the Peruvian girl asked if he knew her and if she had ever been his girlfriend. And he replied: -No! She was my... "more or less" girlfriend. I just STAYED with her... She got confused and disappointed. Then she went to the bathroom, picked up a piece of toilet paper and wrote ... MORE OR LESS GIRLFRIEND ...... Does it have meaning? Thinking about that I'm even worried ... Some people live their lives, more or less how they can ... Having loves, more or less true. But for them the words "more or less" are so long, That they created another one more or less similar - TO STAY
TO STAY is such a difficult verb to understand, but so easy to live ... It is the consumer egoism, it is testing and tasting many "products" ... It is to create a new packaging ... It is to live! AND LIVE!!! But without sharing ... TO STAY is a verb that conjugates good to all those who look for a half-life ... loving always more or less ... But you "more or less" guys shall remember that: for every "more or less" girlfriend, there will always be "ONE MORE OR LESS MAN" ... Then she took the toilet paper with her poem and handed it to the guy saying: Take this paper and clean the shit that you made with my expectations.


Nowadays she says that a lot has changed in her concepts, in her ideas. But not much... Just "more or less"...

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

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.