Pray and sing a sad song

It's over
It's over
No tears to cry
No reason why
It's over
It's over
No tears to cry
No sun to shine

25 years and my life is still...

I'm still trying to get up that great big hill of hope, for a destination...

500 days of Summer

How easy is to fall in love?
It's easier than we think?
Or harder than we could imagine?

500 days of Summer is a very soft romantic comedy about LOVE, and together with "Paperheart" constitutes a season of soft-smart movies, with no excess of sugar, neither lack of creativity.

When I watched for the first time the trailer, I thought: "It looks soo nice cause it's a kind of inverted characters. A boy who suffers about a girl, who complaints like a girl, and has the same doubts and fears. Like a female soul.

Rocknroll.
=D

But, this evening, watching literally to the movie, the impression I had it's a quite like different.
Tom's soul is really female. But he is the kind of guy you cross your fingers wishing him a good end.
Summer, the girl, like mentioned in the movie, is "a dude", you know?
That kind of person who pretend not to feel, who desires uncommitment, even feeling deep inside that has to be strong, and fears losing control at the same that wants to be in control of the dealing... - Tom and Summer are "friends with benefits".
But the difference is that instead of being exposed about her feelings, she got hided thought the mask of that sentence: "We're just friends".

But things between them doesn't look like a friendship with benefits. In fact is not.
But the girl usually is the first who notice the changes and gets anxious about a definition of what is happening.
The girl, in that case, is Tom. And Summer, the guy which slips like a wet soap.

But the nice and confortable is the "finalle", when the conclusion is: We can be wrong about the person we thought it was perfect, instead of thinking we're wrong about love.

And it doesn't matter if it ends or not. Because LOVE is a kind of illusion. Isn't real... isn't it trustable... it can not worth in most of the times.

But, we just can't live without.
=)

And Summer was that such cool guy disagreeing of me a little up above, when said to Tom that he was right about believing in love and everything... he just gone wrong about HER.

And, if you're paying attention around you and taking a look to someone you know, will figure it out that this kind of situation happens everytime.

;]

Regards, dears ghosts!

The Guitar

The mainly idea here is that you live exactly what you must to live.
Not a day more,
Neighter a day less.
Exactly what you have to live.
And even sometimes, when you think you'll die
You can probably be tricken by a fate
Because you're blind enough to see that something is happening around you and you can't even notice.

Who doesn't worth, ever... is living an untasty life,
Is living a life with no efforts.
Is living a life with no expectations.

Mel, the character of "The Guitar", was reached by a cancer.
So on, she decided to live her life extremely and with no consequences.
The point is: Why we have to think we could only live our lives if we know it's about to end in a date, time, hour, etc?
But, she was surprised again by the fate, cause starting to live a life without rules, the cancer just disappeared.
And, consequently, she got back to life again.
She was back on the game... and felt desperate about it, cause she got used to know she would die.
And then, what left?
The love for playing guitar (that she learned while was ill).

That's the story, dudes.
Connected with my philosophy.
Most of the times, we've to pass through a hard situation, to stare things around us but unseeinable.
To avoid these things happening, try to pay attention around you and your life.
And please, do not confort yourself to live a medium life.
Don't wait to live until the day you'll find that everything is about to end.
Cause every day is about to end, we never knows.
And tomorrow can maybe not happen for us.

Greetings with love!
=)

Easy, huh?

Como se fosse uma narrativa
previnda de monólogos
que tenho comigo mesma
entre cafés, chás,
noites de insônia
endorfinas no corpo
e hiperatividade nos olhos
entorpeço
quando chego à conclusão de coisas óbvias.

coisas óbvias,
das mais óbvias que ninguém percebe
vejo.
Imagino?
não creio.
me perco!

não sei exatamente aonde está a razão
tampouco porque insisto em procurar
força do hábito, acredito.

Pensei hoje que criei um monstro.
Seria eu uma parideira de alienígenas?
Seria meu ventre abençoado pela desgraça?

muitas hipóteses,
todas inconcretas.
Fato apenas,
minha dor de estômago.
E assexuação
por hoje.

[espero não ter pesadelos]

[para quem esperava muito do mundo, até pouco tempo atrás... um pedido claramente humilde]

apart

Why should I "become" something if I really "am"?

Clarice direto no peito.

" Sim, minha força está na solidão.
Não tenho medo nem de chuvas tempestivas nem das grandes ventanias soltas, pois eu também sou o escuro da noite. Embora não aguente bem ouvir um assovio no escuro, e passos. Escuridão? Lembro-me de uma namorada: era moça-mulher e que escuridão dentro de seu corpo. Nunca a esqueci: jamais se esquece a pessoa com quem se dormiu. O acontecimento fica tatuado em marca de fogo na carne viva e todos os que percebem o estigma fogem com horror. "

Extraído de "A Hora da Estrela".