So...what happens now?

Anata ga...inai

My smile trembles
And my voice shakes
In this blurring scenery.

I talked to you because
I wanted to know you better.
Your pure eyes are so bright.
I want to to be closer to you, so more and more
I pretend to forget the tiny achings.

When did you finally get the person you love?
You seem lively and more talkative than usual.
I am in pain as I face this reality.

My smile trembles
And my voice shakes
I look down and pretend I'm alright.
You are...not here.
Not by...my side.
Though we understood each other,
There exists an unfillable gap between us.

Just exchanging a few words with you makes me happy.
Embraced by your gentle eyes,
I trembled at my real feelings.
But still I quietly offered you all my heart.

I want to slowly develope
Our truly precious meeting.
I want to reach you, but I can't.
And before I know it, only my fear grows.

I've always believed,
That we were never meant to be.
You are...not here.
Not by...my side.
I couldn't accept this, so I kept on searching.

The words told through tears are disappearing.
The teasing emotions won't leave me alone.
You are...not here.
Not by...my side.
With nowhere else to go, I let out a sigh of solitude.

I will continue to smile...so please let me love you.

adoro escrever no vazio
onde nao ha nada a nao ser frio
esta ai alguem?
nao, era apenas o barulho do infinito alem.

onde estou eu?
presa no breu do inverno
sem ter para onde ir e onde ficar
ando ate nao puder descalçar
as peles frias de dias em circulo sem fim.

e e aqui que eu fico
num lugar nem pobre nem rico
apenas num tapete branco
com gelo em jejum.

preciso das maos? preciso dos pes?
sim, para continuar
nao preciso sim do coraçao, que existe para me magoar
nao preciso do cerebro, que doi de tanto pensar.
acabou a fome.

The middle child syndrome

The middle or second born child or children often have the sense of not belonging. They fight to receive attention from parents and others because they feel many times they are being ignored or dubbed off as being the same as another sibling. Being in the middle a child can feel insecure. The middle child often lacks drive and looks for direction from the first born child. Sometimes a middle child feels out of place because they are not over achievers and like to go with the flow of things.

Being a middle child would mean they are loners. They really don’t like to latch on to a person in a relationship, there fore they have trouble keeping one due to lack of interest. Not liking to take the limelight for anything, they are not over achievers and just simply work enough work to get by, and typically that goes with school as well as a career. They are however very artistic and creative. If forced to use abilities they will work well, but do not work well under pressure. They often start several projects but rarely keep focused long enough to finish a project. The best career move for a middle child would be along the lines of using their creative. Going into a writing or journalism career, and into a career that they could freely express themselves would be good. Anything that would have hours that are flexible, and projects that frequently changed would be good for a middle born child. Since relationships are not of high importance to a middle child, often times they are alone. However, the best possible match for a middle child would be a last born.

ironia

a peça que vi ontem "Salao de Festas", tratava-se de um cabaret que nao tinha muito sucesso e naquela noite ia ser a noite de gala. Havia a patroa que era uma maluca sempre a mandar vir, a empregada de limpeza que gostava muito de beber para esquecer a crueldade da patroa, o "estilista" privado da patroa que tinha um gato chamado Milu ou Bilu que foi morto pela patroa, e os dançarinos e cantores que trabalhavam para quem? Para a patroa ou melhor madame!

Sim.PATROA PATROA PATROA PATROA MADAME MADAME MADAME!

Parecia que estava a ver um episodio conhecido da vida de alguem, em que esse alguem era a empregada de limpeza, que já de noite entra no carro depois do expediente e fala com o contínuo que todos os dias a leva ao trabalho e a vai buscar, sobre as desgraças e infortúnios de ambos com risos histéricos e lágrimas no canto do olho.

"mais vale rir do que chorar" - repetiam

Minipreço, grandes compras

Ora bem, porque que as pessoas teimam beber sem comer? Depois acontece acabarem a falar com o cafe e a dizer que esta a fazer remoinhos --' quando uma pessoa esta no seu pior, a decadencia sobe ao de cima.
Sou teimosa, deve ter sido por isso, mas pelo menos nao fui como a romina a dizer que uma mosca estava a voar muito devagarinho(era uma aranha suspensa pela teia...).

Muitas pessoas ja me disseram que eu sou mesmo triste, hoje provei.o! xD

ah bom...

• Idade: 17
• Sexo: Feminino
• Signo astrológico: Caranguejo
• Ano do Zodíaco: Cabra

cabra.... - -' os chineses batem mal.

Passei a noite

Passei toda a noite, sem dormir, vendo, sem espaço, a figura dela,
E vendo-a sempre de maneiras diferentes do que a encontro a ela.
Faço pensamentos com a recordação do que ela é quando me fala,
E em cada pensamento ela varia de acordo com a sua semelhança.
Amar é pensar.
E eu quase que me esqueço de sentir só de pensar nela.
Não sei bem o que quero, mesmo dela, e eu não penso senão nela.
Tenho uma grande distração animada.
Quando desejo encontrá-la
Quase que prefiro não a encontrar,
Para não ter que a deixar depois.
Não sei bem o que quero, nem quero saber o que quero.
Quero só Pensar nela.
Não peço nada a ninguém, nem a ela, senão pensar.



Alberto Caeiro

Kodou

The sadness on the face will probably be gone tomorrow.
When did my eyes become dead?What is waiting for me tomorow as I sing and live without meaning?
Alone in my room as my heartbeat screams
Don't kid yourself and don't fool yourself
I am addicted to the perceived fate
I am alone I linger on to this fate
Don't kid yourself and don't wound yourself
Kill the voice Close your eyes Drown in the darkness
Roam arround
I wont depend on anyone anymore
Kill the voice Close your eyes Drown in the darkness
I'll keep inside me your keen voice.... All in darkness
The unstopable rain The unstoppable sound
The unstoppable scar The unstoppable love The unstoppable song
I cant stop it anymore
I can't handle it anymore

Its such an irony this sunny bright weather..Good Morning