Pra depois...

Ontem ao sair do banho uma coisa me chamou a atenção, minha escrivaninha. A semana ou meses que está esperando ser organizada, são livros, cds, bolsa da facul, meia suja, papeis de bala e chocolate. Aquilo está ali a muito tempo e sempre que olho penso: Qualquer hora tenho que organizar isso!
Bom e assim vai ficando, pra amanha, depois ou além. Percebi que ali é um reflexo da minha vida no momento, me vi jogado aos pedaços ali em cima, coisas que preciso resolver outras que ja não tem mais jeito, pedaços velhos que não me servem mais ainda estão no mesmo lugar, amontoados. O pior vicio é esse de deixar algo pra depois, você acaba achando mais fácil viver assim jogando esse peso pro dia de amanha e amanha você o joga pra depois, é muito comodo viver assim até chegar o dia que você percebe a montanha que se formou.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lAI91VaTHaU&feature=related

James Douglas Morrison

“People fear death even more than pain. It's strange that they fear death. Life hurts a lot more than death. At the point of death, the pain is over. Yeah, I guess it is a friend...”

James Douglas Morrison

“That's what real love amounts to- letting a person be what he really is. Most people love you for who you pretend to be. To keep their love, you keep pretending- performing. You get to love your pretence. It's true, we're locked in an image, an act-”

James Douglas Morrison

“People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that's bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they're afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they're wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It's all in how you carry it. That's what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you're letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain.”

Misplaced

Musica que marcou muito meu ano de 2006, a banda Sonata Arctica alias fez muitas madrugadas ficarem na memoria, quando conversava com ela.
Que saudade de quando falavamos um ao outro: Nossa, já são 8 da manha e ainda acordados.
hoje tudo volta quando ouço esses sons.

Misplaced

Sometimes I feel so out of time and place, trapped in a maze
As if I was lost in someone else’s life…
The values I should keep in high regard don’t mean a thing to
me
Do you ever feel a need to go back in time? A dream of mine…
To travel far away and one day steal back my life
In the end all I can do is to learn I live in a dreamland
This time was not made for me,
I have nowhere to land, no place to rest,
Like a bird, without a nest, I’m gliding
Under the clouds, forevermore
How much suffocated anxiety can be held within?
I was found guilty to a crime against myself.
No need to hear the words again,
I live an I’d die for my dreamland
This time was not made for me,
I have nowhere to land, no place to rest,
Like a bird, without a nest, I’m gliding
Under the clouds, forevermore
I’ll never have a chance, I can’t understand
I’m a misplaced man
How could this backward land
Learn to understand my dance
What it’s like, when every single smile hurts…
I have never felt like home here
Always missing something
People aren’t connecting
Am I a misplaced soul?
I live in a perfect Hell, I try finding my wishing well
When I drop my last tear, I have accepted this life
A true saint, that I am not, you have never seen me
‘Cause I have always been there, standing by your side
I’ll never have a chance, I can’t understand
I’m a misplaced man
How could this backward land
Learn to understand my dance
What it’s like, when
Every single moment pains me…
Never felt like home here
I am missing something
My soul’s in a wrong shell?

... passados

Meu passado foi lindo, tudo era magico naquele tempo.
Queria negar hoje, mas não posso, que sentia-me vivo lá.
Quantas coisas vivi, passei, senti, amei, chorei, sorri.
Voltar lá me faz bem, me deixa confortado, lembrar que fui feliz.
Hoje me sinto, por vezes, incapaz de ter sentimentos da mesma forma,
de reviver certas emoções de uma nova maneira.
Tudo era mais belo, hoje parece que nada me chama a atenção.
Tirando algumas gotas coloridas o resto ficou cinza.