Get over it

Tenho mesmo essa natureza inconstante, enérgica, impaciente, mentalmente ativa e fisicamente preguiçosa.
Não há tempo a perder e nem tem porquê me conter.
Não queiram prender minhas asas, porque eu estou agora mesmo aprendendo a usá-las.

Não venham me dizer que o certo é NÃO acreditar, que o certo é não sentir, não sofrer, não mudar.
O certo é ser feliz.
E saiam todos da frente, porque eu o serei.

"thought"

People will pass
Poetry will stay

Why care?

Because not to care would automatically make of me less human.
Because to care is the only thing that makes spiritual evolution keep happening.
Because it is impossible not to care.

Caring does not change a thing in some cases.
But in many cases, caring helps you wanting to change and move forward.
Caring hurts. But what are we humans without suffering?

The poet

Never fall in love with a poet, because he falls in love with everything.
Do fall in lvoe with a poet if you agree to share his heart with the rest of the world.

"Wake up, honey!"

"Wake up, honey! We are getting late!"
Her dad used to take her to school every day except fridays, that exaplaining why she was always absent in math classes, which happened to be on fridays.
"Good morning, Mr. P., how did we sleep? Did you dream about mice today as well? Lucky you you haven't been dreaming about people dressed in green for weeks!"
She wore her usual jeans and t-shirt and went down for breakfast.

She woke up and sat in her bed.

Surreal, she thought. She did not want to commit suicide, it never ocurred to her. But she did have a cat, Mr.P, who was now lying with his fat furry belly turned to the air. She also had refused one unrefusable proposition, as in the dream. But those weird people dressed in green was really an unusual happening in her dreams, since she always dreamed about planets falling down on earth, she meeting her idol, she going to places with people she liked...
She was not that interested in the dream - what really hadn't got out of her mind was that god damn proposition.
'He just asked me to make him a little happier that night, and I couldn't give him', she thought. 'But he still won a lot from me'. She shivered, remembering all the body contact which she hadn't been able to pretend not to like. The way he hugged her... the way he took her bangs out of her face and finished the movement by passing his hands behind her ears until her chin. The way, and that was the best part, he fondled her face while she was trying to pretend to sleep - he had had the guts to pass his fingers through her lips for a second, which she had been waiting and was really thankful for. Warm and soft hands, just as it should be.
That ethereal night got to and end, even she wanting it to last longer.
The first time they had seen each other was in the beginning of the year, bot were in the first year of the same school, but in different classes. She was not sure when they first talked, but it was clear in her mind the first significative talk they had had. She saw him in the mess hall of the school, he was alone and she was with a friend. They invited him to join them. While they were in the line waiting to get their food, they started to chat. She had really felt affection for him, not in a passionate way, but she had had the certainty he was a nice person. That being, she asked him his astrological sign.
"Try to guess it" he said.
She got it right in the first guess. 'That explains the affection'.
That happening really shocked her. 'How could I guess it??'

Everytime she passed through him in the corridor she said hi and he answered with a very weird and funny hand movement - it wasas if he was scratching an someone's invisible back. And then she started to greet him like this, too.

She was not in love. Atraction and love had nothing to do in her mind. But some times atraction can be really strong and dangerous. She was stronger, she knew that, but she didn't want to be. She wanted to surrender.

She went back home...

thinking about everything she should have done and didn't do. She had refused an unrefusable proposition. But she couldn't have accepted, she knew she couldn't. Guilty as she was feeling, not having accepted made her feel really bad. If she had indeed accepted she would have felt twice as guiltier.
Life. Not for everyone, she thought.
The cars went along the avenue in their usual pace as if they couldn't care less about her. People passed through her in their annoying routine as if they couldn't care less about her. Beggars accosted her to beg as if they couldn't care less about her. The clouds made their way through the smogged sky as if they couldn't care less about her.
A group of people dressed in green walked towards her calmly, as if they did cared about her. She stopped, scared and curious.
"Don't worry" a man said, in the middle of the green-dressing people. And they walked away.

delusions

"I could be like Jane", she thought, walking alongside that vertiginous edge. She could see the whole town from the building she had gone up. No one would notice her missing, but she didn't actually want to die. She wanted to be like Jane. There was no one there to stop her from jumping like in the movies she had seen. She thought about her cat, the only thing that mattered for her, and stepped backward. It was not going to be that day.

(to be continued, I hope)

I feel like writing

... but when start writing I figure I am very concise. It was good for vestibular but now I want to really write, I can't get anything from my mind!
Also, I can't write everything I want and I'm not good enough to make it between the lines.
I think it lacks reading. Definately it does. You can only write nicely if you read considerably much.
And the question remains for me: Do I write when I have the inspiration, or do I sit and wait for it to come?
Well, doing neither I am not going to get anywhere, right?
Some lines, that's all I can do. Disappointing.

Drunk sleepiness

"Drunk sleepiness"

Juno^^

"ALL BABIES WANT TO GET BORN!ALL BABIES WANT TO GET BORN!"

"I don't see what can anyone see in anyone else... but you, tchururu thcururu thcurururuu"

"I bird, you elephant"

"Nevertheless unsatisfied,
I, bird, like food, water.
Elephant: friend, unfortunately.
Sure no windy.
You, me: yes."

Don't be scared.
In yesterday's english class, the teacher did this activity: each person thinks of 4 random words. Then you copy three people's words. Each person would get 16 words. Then we do a poem using nothing more or nothing less than these words. VERY nice!

If you could have any superpower, what would you choose?

I was caught by this question.
Of course I would choose flying... no, hearing from great distances. No! Being able to cure people and animals... no, it's definately reading minds...
Actually, I would like to have the power to choose a super power whenever I want to.