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segunda-feira, 29 de abril de 2013

Things you should never know


     I'm trying not to care.
     Sometimes I wanted to be cold. And I wanted to like you less than I do.
     The problem is that I want to marry you, and have children with you (not now, in a distant future). But I don't want you to know this because you would run away.
     I just want to be with you all the time. But if I do it... If I do it you would think I'm a crazy woman desperate for someone to love. But you are the guy. You are my guy. You are the guy I dreamed of since I was a stupid teenager.
      But I can't also tell you this, because I'm sure: you would disappear.
     So i shut up my mouth and I cry alone at night. However you can't know that because you would think I'm immature.
     I want to be the best for you. I want to be your girl like you are my guy. But it's not being easy... Because I am crazy and immature and I like you. I could say "love", but if I do you would think I'm used to tell the same thing to every guy that crosses my eyes. Which is not true because you are the only one.
     Honey, if you are not my soulmate... if you don't like me the way I do... then I'm lost. But if I'm really not your soulmate, and if you really don't like me the way I like you... please, just tell me and run away. I'll be okay, I promess.

segunda-feira, 1 de outubro de 2012

Maybe I'm a poetry.



Life sucks!
But There are those guys
Who make poetry with daily things
Making me wonder
"Why life is so good?"

'Cause their words come into my heart
Making me believe
That life is more than i think
That somehow i have reasons to live
Even if I can't understand a thing

There are those guys
Who make me believe
That I can be more
Or less
But something...
Or anything 

If I turn myself into poetry

sábado, 11 de fevereiro de 2012

Date a girl who reads.



Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.

Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag. She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she finds the book she wants. You see the weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a second hand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow.

She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.

Buy her another cup of coffee.

Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.

It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas and for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry, in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.

She has to give it a shot somehow.

Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.

Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who understand that all things will come to end. That you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.

Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilight series.

If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.

You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.

You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.

Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.

Rosemarie Urquico.

terça-feira, 29 de novembro de 2011

sábado, 19 de novembro de 2011

It's Gone

"Getting over it doesn’t mean forgetting it, it just means reducing the pain to a tolerable level, a level that doesn’t destroy you. I know that right now the idea of getting over it is unimaginable. It’s impossible, inconceivable, unthinkable. You don’t want to get over it. Why should you? It’s all you’ve got. You don’t want kind words, you don’t care what other people think or say, you don’t want to know how they felt when they lost someone, They’re no you, are there? They can’t feel what you feel. The only thing you want is the things you can’t have. It’s gone. Never coming back. No one know how that feels. No one know what it’s like to reach out and touch someone who isn’t there and will never be there again. No one knows the unifiable emptiness. No one but you. You and me, love. We don’t want anything. We want to die, but life won’t let us. We’re all it’s got."

terça-feira, 1 de novembro de 2011

This Lullaby - Sarah Dessen


Olá, 
Remy não acreditava no amor. Com sua mãe indo se casar com o quinto marido e seu pai tendo se separado da mãe antes dela nascer, ela não via razão para se envolver profundamente com ninguém. Seus namoros não duravam muito, só o suficiente para ser divertido. Bem, tudo mudou com Dexter. Ele era errado desde do começo. Um músico ( ela tinha uma regra de não namorá-los, já que seu pai era um), desorganizado, imprevisível e insistente.  O problema é que ela não consegue terminar com ele. O que há de errado com ela?  No meio dessa confusão com Dexter, o novo marido de sua mãe,  ainda tem a música que seu pai escreveu para ela, "This Lullaby", que a assombra desde pequena.
Esse foi o segundo livro da Sarah Dessen que eu li, o primeiro foi Just Listen. Eu adoro os livros dela. Sarah tem um jeito muito doce de escrever, que te envolve e você só solta o livro quando termina.  E esse não foi diferente. Nós podemos ver a Remy mudando de atitude ao longo do livro e se envolvendo cada vez mais com Dexter. 
Minhas partes favoritas:
"I just thought to myself, all of sudden, that we had something in common. A natural chemistry, if you will. And I had a felling that something big was going to happen. To both of us. That we were, in fact, meant to be together. "  Dexter, p.11

" You're pretty good-looking"
"Pretty good-looking?  I called you beautiful"
" You want to be beautiful?" I asked him.
" Are you saying I'm not? "

The potato song:
" Don't give me no rotten tomato, cause all I ever wanted was your sweet potato"

Beijoos,

domingo, 30 de outubro de 2011

What's love?



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sexta-feira, 2 de setembro de 2011

Sky.


- If you could be something, what would you be?
- I would be the sky. Because the sky is infinity; beautiful; have a lot of colors and in the same time no color. Moreover the sky host stars and the entire universe. If I were the sky I would live forever. And inside me would have everything.

Thais Katsumi.

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