Me, Myself and I

I guess I’m in that period of life when one feels the need to understand himself in order to “get it right”.
I am very talkative; I talk and talk and talk a little more… especially when I’m nervous or excited about something. I annoy people.
I’m not normal. I can’t act like normal people do, it wouldn’t be fair.
People aren’t just who you think they are…there’s more to that that can meet the eye. So I love symmetries and hate comparisons…
Friends are funny. I can’t say I have many; I have enough to be able to live on.
I never know who to call my friend so I tend to call it to almost everyone I know and then of course all I get is a sidelong glace from a part of myself to the other one, this presuming that I am divided in two parts ( F.Y.I. the rational and the emotional one.)
I’m bearable but it’s not really up to me to say that.
Despite everything I do have a life. I’m not perfect.
Well, I kinda like my true blue ways.
I also have a thing for the writing process as a way to express, usually not perfectly enough, feelings and ideas that live only in our minds.
I just like to write and in English it sounds better because I tend to be more philosophical and less poetic.
Another process I particularly like is the process of meeting new people. It involves, at the beginning, a lack of mutual knowledge of the other one flaws and qualities…the heart of the process is, then, the finding of common details and tastes, most of the time.
And then again it might not happen the way we planned.
I don’t pay any attention to details; the secret is not to let yourself get too attached.
There are moments in life when you need to take a deep breath and enter a journey into the realm of your own mind.
I’m troubled.

At first sight

"There's no such thing as love at first sight,

there's only fascination at first sight!"

Porto Seguro.

Tudo deveria estar mais claro.
A ilusão é a pior coisa que me pode acontecer neste momento. Tudo parece ficar suspenso no tempo e espaço quando não te alcanço com o meu olhar e as minhas mãos. Sinto falta da tua presença reconfortante junto de mim. Toda a alegria e vontade parecem esvair-se da minha mente para se alojarem noutro local. Fico ocupada por pensamentos que governas. Pergunto por ti com medo de perceber por quem pergunto de verdade.
É difícil explicar mas quando finalmente chegaste, a calma acercou-se de mim e pude finalmente ser eu própria. Tive a certeza de que só bastava um desvio do meu olhar para te encontrar a ti – o meu porto seguro. Sei que exagero quando revejo tudo com outros olhos pois tenho a certeza de que o teu olhar diverge muitas vezes do meu.
A tua presença soube a pouco mas foi suficiente para ocupar os meus pensamentos nas horas que se seguiram. Pressinto que estou a ver para além do que de facto existiu e aconteceu, contudo não tenho coragem de voltar atrás e reiniciar tudo outra vez, sem preconceitos.
Tudo deveria estar mais claro.

Orson - No Tomorrow

Let's go to a rave and behave like we're tripping

simply 'cause we're so in love.

Funny hat, shiny pants

all we need for some romance,

go get dolled up and I'll pick you up.

There's no line for you and me cuz tonight we're v.i.p.

I know somebody at the door.

I see that twinkle in your eye,

you shake that ass and I just die.

Let's check our coats and move out to the floor.

when I'm dancing with you tomorrow doesn't matter,

turn the music up til the windows start to shatter

cuz you're the only one who can get me on my feet

and I can't even dance.

Just look at me, silly me, I'm as happy as could be

I got a girl who thinks I rock.

And tomorrow there's no school

so let's go drink some more red bull

and not get home til about 6 o clock.

Everybody here is staring at the outfit that you're wearing

I love it when they check you out.

Cover's only 20 bucks and even if the dj sucks

it's time to turn this mother out.

When we're together, when we're together

there's no tomorrow, there's no tomorrow

when we're together there's no one in the world

but you and me, oh you and me

oh you and me.

7 de Agosto de 2008: 20 anos

"Resulta cruel esta obligación de celebrar el tiempo que se escapa..."

Não quando se tem amigos como os meus que fazem com que todo o tempo que passou e aquele que ainda falta viver valham mesmo a pena... A companhia foi o mais importante da noite de ontem, definitivamente. Uma noite repleta de "coincidências" e beijos (teve de ser)..

Muito obrigada...