sabe quando lhe dizem?
que avisam um negócio... ?
quando você ouve, desouve e deixa de pensar.
pois pronto.
um tabefe, um tapão...
só assim, mermo.
to wake from one's sleep. and possibly try to keep.
something. or to stay awake.
tabéfe, babe.
2010-04-27
2010-04-24
at a loss
can't be saved.
confusion never stops.
retrieval.
bring me my ocean.
have my light shine.
once.
at once.
again.
maybe for the first time.
maybe.
confusion never stops.
retrieval.
bring me my ocean.
have my light shine.
once.
at once.
again.
maybe for the first time.
maybe.
2010-04-23
to dare
i seem to think i am, or have always been, somewhat of a daredevil.
in sooooo many senses.
it is fact, though. not merely a fabrication of a mind that desires to be as free as it can.
so many aspects where i can fly by, through, push the limits... and it may hurt or caress, cause laughter or tears... i don't shy away. i like to go for it. i do, too much. people judge, i don't really care. i deal. it all becomes a part of me.
yet there's one where i have tried, succeeded and failed, yet not been able to handle the consequences of anything different than what i aimed for. and that's where i eventually still try to not give too much importance to pre-defined facts... but i know i shouldn't. 'cos i'll just throw all of myself into whatever it is all over again -- and not be able to sail through the consequences unharmed. it would become a part of me. but at too high a price.
it damn hurts to realise that there are some things that one just isn't made for.
i guess this is the most personal post in years to surface here. or, at least, the most understandable personal one. all of them are, but more cryptic. [more cryptic that THIS one, maybe??]
i guess i just needed to vent a little. frustration makes me want to scream.
and now i believe i'll try to sing. and envision steps to bail on that which i know will make me suffer too long, too hard and too many toos to risk not thinking about them.
yep.
denial.
in sooooo many senses.
it is fact, though. not merely a fabrication of a mind that desires to be as free as it can.
so many aspects where i can fly by, through, push the limits... and it may hurt or caress, cause laughter or tears... i don't shy away. i like to go for it. i do, too much. people judge, i don't really care. i deal. it all becomes a part of me.
yet there's one where i have tried, succeeded and failed, yet not been able to handle the consequences of anything different than what i aimed for. and that's where i eventually still try to not give too much importance to pre-defined facts... but i know i shouldn't. 'cos i'll just throw all of myself into whatever it is all over again -- and not be able to sail through the consequences unharmed. it would become a part of me. but at too high a price.
it damn hurts to realise that there are some things that one just isn't made for.
i guess this is the most personal post in years to surface here. or, at least, the most understandable personal one. all of them are, but more cryptic. [more cryptic that THIS one, maybe??]
i guess i just needed to vent a little. frustration makes me want to scream.
and now i believe i'll try to sing. and envision steps to bail on that which i know will make me suffer too long, too hard and too many toos to risk not thinking about them.
yep.
denial.
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