Je ne vous oublie pas!!

Você já me viu séria, já me viu de porre,
Me viu fazendo drama por tua desordem,
Mas triste eu nunca quis que você me visse.


Os meus olhos sentem a falta dos teus,
O meu corpo sente a falta do teu,
A minha alma sente a tua falta, amor.

Eu quis que nosso mundo fosse um conto de fadas
Amando o tempo todo, em todo canto da casa,
Mas isso hoje eu aprendi que não existe


Eu quis que nosso mundo fosse um conto de fadas
Amando o tempo todo, em todo canto da casa,
Mas isso hoje eu aprendi que não existe


Mas nada vai fazer com que eu desista
Nada é pra sempre, eu sei que sou capaz,
A vida não é só isso, ela é muito mais
Só tenho que dormir um pouco pra sonhar de novo

We go until they kick us out, out

Have you ever felt like a party aim’t gonna start till you walk in?

Well, after almost one year without going to a bloody party alone (dating issues) I finally decided it was time to risk my feet out. What can I say, or describe at least? Touching, hands up, tic tock, getting junk, getting crunk, getting drunk…
Firstly, they were all there! All those friends, some in color others not that much, whatever…
Another point I’ve realized, one working out year makes you pop up into the club.
All in all, the intention wasn’t waiting till the sunlight, even cause I had to pick my boyfriend up into the station, but it was so amazing and still, you have those wonderful coffee shops all over the places.

Conclusion: Am I too young to be dating (almost marriage)? So funny having all my people all around me, so outstand listening all the songs that make me feel in a fly! Well, now is the comparison time: what I call the best AFTER you might have, you boyfriend just from a long trip, wondering why you are not right by his side, so… time to go…

"So just pull the trigger"

Confessions…

Who should I have to confess my crimes to? Who has the power to heal my pain?
I’ve been through a lot; I’ve reached the highest point I could, knowing that I shouldn’t.
Does it make me feel like a hero? Obviously it doesn’t, three years have passed by and I still felling like a monster, like the one who destroyed here is my confession.
I have a confession: I keep waiting for the postman to bring me a letter, not a love letter, surely not; actually I keep waiting for a dove, with a forgiveness message. Just that, just a bloody “I forgive you”
It hurts as if I were caring the weight of the world in my shoulders and I’d really appreciate if this sensation could leave me.
I’d love to listen to myself and find that the only voice here inside is my own voice, and not some guilty screaming!


REPEATING: Russian Roulette

And you can see my heart beating
You can see it through my chest
Said I'm terrified but I'm not leaving
I Know that I must pass this test
So just pull the trigger



XOXO

“Keep the faith in you”

Have you ever realized we are constantly in a battle, I mean no war, but we are always fighting against something.

Time, pressure, parents, friends, enemies, studies, we pass through life fighting, facing the next mountain, and every time we get there, we reach the top it seems we are not satisfied, we always fell the willing of trying something bigger. Hard to explain, I do agree, but have you ever thought about stuck in something and never try to conquer more. Well I haven’t. professionally we are always learning something more, academically we are always creating a new subject to be destocked, in relationships that’s quite the same we never get enough of a love, or of a lover, we hunt for more, we desire for more. For the first time in my life I fell like I am dating myself, not needing an SOS call though I ought to confess I have my SOS just by my side all the time, and he is tall, muscular, gorgeous… well, what so ever.

All in all, what I am in the moody to say is: I HAVE A DREAM ( gosh too much Mama Mia), coming back to the topic. We are always fighting, facing, breaking our legs, giving more than an arm and a leg for what we want.

Just to say: luv talking to u girls!

This could get messy

Recently I’ve realized: Takes a long time I don’t drop a single tear.

I wish I could know why, but it is something not even my soul has the ability to explain. I thought crying for love would happen again with me but besides I’ve been trying desperately doing that the bloody tear doesn’t come, I feel like Cameron Dias, wondering fucking deeply, but the truth is: I can’t

You know when you put that record on, when you here Bono’s voice, singing ONE, I used to be the music’s person, I used to be human, I used to express myself totally, but now I can’t help myself. I guess having somebody depending on me all this time (emotionally) has turned me into somebody different, somebody who only will shed a tear when there’s nothing left to be done!

That’s all for today

I don't need no one to tell me about heaven

Hell... so once again i get myself appreciating photos from a past I don’t belong at all.

You were part of me, I was part of you, but now we barely talk, we barely know about each other.

That’s the truth: we used to be one, than I screw up everything, I miss you more than everything.

I have my boyfriend by my side every single night, I pretend living a perfect life, but is for you my heart still beating. Shit…

It hurts, it’s painful, makes me feel breathless yet…

I wish you were here

I wish you were him

I wish I had never left… I have no idea how to make this come true… just feel like crying today….

3 words, 7 letters and I am yours

Just because I remembered:

Heaven – LIVE

I don't need no one to tell me about heaven
I look at my daughter, and I believe.
I don't need no proof when it comes to God and truth
I can see the sunset and I perceive

Inside:

Ma: this music means a lot, but I had forgotten… I desired to cry, you made it!

Listen!

There’s nothing better than a good change. Actually, there’s nothing better than have to change.

Nowadays there are a few people who really “live”, they “survive” instead. And the crucial point is: Do they want to change?

Well I’ve been changing a lot since I decided to live, and I am 100% sure that “changing” is the secret of living, I base my theory on the fact that everything is in motion and once it’s happening, the choice of keeping yourself stuck at same place for long time is inexistent, firstly because as much as you do it as smaller your knowledge gets, besides it: come on, how many places are you able to go when you stay at the same position you are?, how many people are you able to meet?, how far can you go once you have the same boss giving you no support or even putting you down? There’s a lot to think, don’t you think?

Going further in the same subject we get to the relationship point. How many people do you know who keeps a relationship due to convenience, or due to being afraid of being alone for a while? Consequently they get nothing, they grow nothing…for me life is a box full of surprises, those surprises make feel fulfilled, make breath deeply and show me that I am ok with somebody and I can be ok alone also. Some people are far to understand this.

Due to frightening people have this trauma to change, can we judge them? Can we say we will never be like them, or fell the same way they feel? The answer is always changing…Anyway.

Statement: Never give up, never surrender.

"Assim como as estações, as pessoas têm a habilidade de mudar. Não acontece com freqüência, mas quando acontece, é sempre para o bem. Algumas vezes leva o quebrado a se tornar inteiro de novo. Às vezes é preciso abrir as portas para novas pessoas e deixá-las entrar. Na maioria das vezes, é preciso apenas uma pessoa que tenha pavor de demonstrar o que sente para conseguir o que jamais achou possível. E algumas coisas nunca mudam. E que comece o novo jogo."