sábado, 27 de novembro de 2010

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I need you here with me, I need to feel your heart beating in your chest. I need to feel your breath on my neck.
Why did you have to go, and leave me alone here, in this world of sadness? I cry to sleep every night, I had to stop doing everything that remembered me of you.
But I don't want to forget you. Never. I just need to wait till my heart is healthy again. Even if it takes  eternity. But I promise I won't forget you.

sexta-feira, 26 de novembro de 2010

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I'll bring the stars for you, if you want me to.

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Crying on a friend's shoulder it's the best way to get better from a broken heart.

What do you do?

By Giulia

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I stand amid the roar



Of a surf-tormented shore,


And I hold within my hand


Grains of the golden sand-


How few! yet how they creep


Through my fingers to the deep,


While I weep- while I weep!


O God! can I not grasp


Them with a tighter clasp?


O God! can I not save


One from the pitiless wave?


Is all that we see or seem


But a dream within a dream?



Edgar Allan Poe

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To change doesn't mean to become another one, it means to become someone you want to be.

Sometimes

Ás vezes, a gente pensa que o mundo é injusto, que coisas ruins e coincidências desastrosas acontecem só para você. Mas não tenha dúvidas, acontece para todos.


Ás vezes, você tem vontade de gritar com todo mundo, de chorar sem motivo, de brigar, de se trancar num quarto e não sair. Pra ver se sentem a sua falta. Não, não é só com você. Todos já se sentiram assim.

Ás vezes, você se sente doente, você se sente fraco. Você se sente solitário, e como se ninguém te amasse. Como se você fosse a única pessoa ignorada em seu círculo de amigos. Sim, todos passam por isso.

Ás vezes, você se apaixona, você perde a cabeça. E depois, você fica de coração partido, e sente um vazio em seu peito. Não, você não é o único.

E se você já passou por alguma dessas coisas, não significa que você é fraco, só que você é sensível e forte o suficiente para superar todas as dificuldades e depois de cada tombo, ter a força para levantar e se por a caminhar novamente.

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I don't know why I keep waiting for you. How can I be so blind? I don't know, love is blind, my heart is blind. And now, here, laying in my bed, I finally see the jerk you are in real.

segunda-feira, 22 de novembro de 2010

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   How am I feeling? Well, I'm feeling strange, tired, lazy, and a little sad. Where are you, when I need the most? Where were you, when I was sad, when I was crying? I don't know, but there's something I know: If you were here, I'd be feeling better.
  If you were here, maybe, I wouldn't be feeling like I'm the loneliest person in the world. Maybe, I wouldn't be wasting my time, thinking about how we were, before. How you used to touch my face, how you used to hug me when I was sad.
 Maybe, just maybe. I wouldn't be looking at my phone, waiting for a call that never comes...

domingo, 21 de novembro de 2010

place.

There's a place


From all the places

The most glorious face

Diferent from all the races



This place is your mind

Where you can dream

Where you feel like blind

Where you are free to scream



But you can get lost

Don't forget the reality

You are only a host

Willing to get out



From where?

I don't know

Friends


Friends are always friends, wherever you are, whenever you need...

sábado, 20 de novembro de 2010

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have you ever felt like you are crying so much you are going to go blind? Yes, I'm feeling just like that...