Breves paixões.

Sou uma contradição.

Se agora digo que nunca mais me entregarei, é porque há 10 minutos te encontrei pela primeira vez.
Nos olhamos, sentei ao seu lado e perguntei seu nome. Conversamos, te ofereci uma bebida, trocamos telefone e email. Você duvidou que eu ligaria. Como prometido, liguei. Não quando você queria, um pouco depois. Só pra te deixar ansiosa. Nos falamos, marcamos de sair e nos encontramos. Jantamos, bebemos vinho, você num lindo vestido azul escuro. Te levei até seu pre'dio e lá, sentados no carro, demos nosso primeiro beijo. Saímos algumas vezes, começamos a namorar. Dois anos se passaram, começamos a planejar nosso casamento. Diversos convidados, nossos mais fiéis amigos como padrinhos. Uma bela festa, tudo como você sempre sonhou. Tivemos filhos, viajamos, passamos por inúmeras dificuldades, brigamos, mas lutamos com todas as nossas forças para ficarmos juntos até o fim. Brincamos na neve com as crianças, tivemos uma bela casa, empregos e salários cada vez melhores, bons carros, gato, cachorro... fomos felizes até o limite. Mas com o tempo pude perceber que nossos olhares não mais se cruzavam e seus olhos não mais brilhavam para mim. Nossas longas e intensas conversas imaginárias são agora o mais real e tedioso silêncio.
10 minutos. Tempo suficiente para eu viver uma vida inteira ao seu lado. Levanto da minha cadeira e olho mais uma vez pra você, do outro lado do bar. Bebo mais um gole do meu Whisky e saio, em busca daquela que será a próxima última paixão da minha vida.

Fast mental discharge.

Oh, for all the good things
I hate you the most.
And for all the bad things
I love you so much.

You suck the lyrics out of my mouth
And the songs out of my soul.
And all my beautiful rhythms
And all my different rhymes,
When I see nothing in your eyes,
They are suddenly gone.

Go spread your wings
Go live your life
Because I’m glad to see your smile
Just as when I used to touch your soul.

Accept the good.

Sempre tive o costume de pensar naquilo que pode ser "boa ou má influência" para mim e aos que convivem comigo. Tinha mania de julgar sem ter nem mesmo o interesse em conhecer antes. Evitava ao máximo e procurava impedir que ais coisas e/ou pessoas se aproximassem de mim e dos que quero bem. Sentia como se estivesse "protegendo" ou qualquer coisa assim. Muito disso credito ao meu avô e à minha família que sempre dizia coisas do tipo "diga-me com quem andas que te direi quem és" ou então "cuidado com quem anda", "fique atento aos lugares que frequenta"... levei isso comigo, ams acho que levei sério até demais. Levei isso tão a sério que deixei até mesmo de enxergar várias coisas boas na vida. Deixei de enxergar, de experimentar, e impedi com que outras pessoas experimentassem, vivessem e enxergassem.

Tudo o que vivenciamos, todas as pessoas que conhecemos, os lugares que visitamops, as tragédias que vivemos... tudo, absolutamente tudo em nossa vida vai nos influenciar de formas boas e/ou ruins em nossa personalidade. O fato é que muito dessa influência somos nós mesmos que pertimos ou não moldar as nossas vidas. Aquele amigo que todos dizem "ele é uma má influência pra você" pode ser uma má influência caso suas fraquesas permitam com que isso aconteça. Ou você pode pegar aquilo que seria uma má influência e usar como algo bom. Talvez esse amigo que é uma má influência pode ser a única pessoa que vai te ajudar nos piores momentos, ou até mesmo ajudar os que ficarem no dia em que você se for.

Não cabe a mim, nem a esse texto, julgar os benefícios ou malefícios das coisas, atitudes e pessoas que nos cercam. Mas sei que está sob meu poder interpretar a vida como e em que vivo. Muitas vezes, ao julgar algo como sendo ruim, deixamos de aceitar o bem. Deixamos de aceitar o bom. Eu e o meu preconceito muitas e muitas vezes me impediu de aceitar e de enxergar o bem e o bom em momentos importantes da vida. Mas tenho muito o que agradecer por conseguir enxergar isso. Hoje quero viver um dia de cada vez, quero aceitar o bem, aceitar o bom... hoje quero ficar cansado e descansar, dar algo a alguém sem cobrar e receber algo de alguém sem ser cobrado. Hoje quero ser bobo, dramático, exagerado... quero fazer piadas sem graça e rir sozinho. Quero perder a vergonha e a timidez que o tempo me trouxe, e voltar a ter a liberdade e a coragem que tinha quando mais novo. Hoje vou apagar as luzes, sabendo que amanhã vou acendê-las num novo dia. E esse novo dia será mais uma chance que terei para conquistar a vida e me tornar alguém que um dia será lembrado, apesar de todos os erros, por algo de bom.

And I'm back in the game!

At the end of the day light shines, water is wet, the Sun is hot...

You know what? Life is beautiful.

And it all starts to grow inside once again.

=)

Hurt me as long as you can, but do it while I still feel the pain. Soon it will be a scar and I'll laugh on the face of those who hurt me.I'm filling my soul with things I believe will build me stronger, surrounding myself with huge walls and getting prepared to avoid any kind of attack. I'll be the infantry from now on, aiming on those weak bodies, hitting on drunk smiles. And if your on this list, don't worry, I'll make sure my army fights far from you.

We are nothing but two strangers, politely smiling at each other while crossing this big town. You are a stranger I still know the taste. That's obvious... I've tasted you for so many times it will be impossible to forget. And you taste good.

We are the past you'd rather hide, as for all our past you use as a huge excuse for your own crimes. Picture myself waving my hand. This is the memory of me you want to keep. As for me... well, I've taken my good photos from you and they are all kept inside of me. But then again, these pictures you won't ever see, as they are far from you, inside this wall I'm building.

Well then, I'll leave you this good bye. At least for now.

And here I am, all alone once again. Searching for stupid rhymes inside my fucked up mind, just to finish one more empty line. I'm all alone, becoming someone I promised myself I wouldn't become, drinking another glass of vodka, wishing for it to give me the perfect thoughts for all those beautiful words people say I know how to write. Fuck... am I good? Hell no! But I'm working on it.

And for all those tears I shed, God knows I see hope, now. Hope on my next word, hope on my next thought. And all those sad songs, they are all becoming inspiration for a sweet dream.

Oh, I'm drunk. I've been drinking way too much. But here I am, looking for different kinds of poisons to pour on my glass, wishing for somebody to suck it out of my lips, horny and full of faith on a sudden and beautiful death.

This very person might never come, but as long as I am dead, I'll never know the living people's truth about it.

But then again, my body will be waiting on lovers sadness, to come and kiss my never waking body, full of faith, breathing death out of me, making promises to my soulless body. Promises to meet me on a next life, promises of eternal loyalty.

Oh dear, that beautiful waltz from yesterday was nothing but a different reality. You know you'll never be the one for me. You're just too good to be with someone like me and I'm way to different from all those men you want to Love. And your beautiful blue dress covering your body while you move to the slow music we danced worked perfectly to avoid my wishing thoughts of you.

And you, short girl, with your classy black dress... what about life? It's time you live it. And that little kiss, your boyfriend won't miss. But you, you're gonna miss it until it's done. You're sweet and wet lips touching mine.

Life is too short, I say. So I drink this next sip to all of you. And this next one to the life I had. Another one to the life I have. This one is for what future holds (which I don't want to know it until it happens). Finally, I take this last one to Love, and all the pain and happiness it brings me.

And now my glass is empty, and so is my mind. And I feel just like I felt when I started writing. Only now I'm looking for the right words to say it's "The End".

Eventually, when nothing really works...

and nothing much really matters, you end up saying "FUCK YOU"... or anything with similar meaning.

Well, here’s the deal…

I’m sick and tired of so many things… and that includes people. A lot of them. So, as a start, take as a fact that I might actually hate every one of you, right now. It doesn’t mean that I don’t like you. It’s just that I’m in such a rage that I hate you all.

Anyway, I think it’s funny how I’ve been drowning myself in a sea of non-existent and existent empty pussy. On top of that (not the pussies, on top of the previous phrase), I’m tired of lying to the others and, mainly, to myself about it… it’s funny how I lie to myself, just to feel better. I lie to myself when I convince me I don’t have the guts nor the talent when, in fact, I do. And I lie to the others when I say the same thing but I always end up proving myself wrong, right in front of everyone else.

This city is shit. This whole town is fucked up. I hate my neighbors, I hate the fucking traffic, I hate the selfishness around me… I hate how selfish I can be. And I’m just a part of this whole fucking crap that even though I hate, I simply enjoy living. This town is so fucking huge and gives you so many possibilities that, in the end of the day, you did absolutely nothing to you and to your own miserable and selfish life. And there are simply no morals or scruple around. You simply swallow your painkillers so your head stop hurting… and you do that from Monday to Friday. Friday we all take our shitty pills into our sick stomach and go out to drink, get drunk and possibly and pretty fucking easily get laid. But, just as I’ve been doing lately, on my desperate search for a way to hit someone else’s back, you usually want it all to end as quickly as it started. And that's you and me trying to live and to go on with our miserable, boring and stupid life. How fun life can be, hun?!

Well, I’m not proud of myself right now. I’m not proud of what I’ve been being. To be honest, I’m actually disgusted with it. Still, I can’t say I don’t take my good photos. And, in the end of the day, all I’ve done is to make the day go by. And when the day is gone and I put my not so non-guilty head on the pillow, all I can think about is how much I Love her. Still, it doesn't really matter anymore. I just hope it all choke and die on a fucking short term.

What about me?

Well, there are not enough sad songs to explain the way I feel, still, here's a little bit of what's going on with my life:

So many weird things happened these past few days. Nothing of what I wanted really happened. Starting with me being away from Brazil for a little while. Instead, from late call, I'm on a graduated course. Amazing. I was expecting it for 2010 only, but I could actually start it this year. Great, hun?! =)

Well, it feels really good, because it's just like I'm trying to live life once again. I'm starting to be good to myself. There's still air outside for me to breath, and I'm slowly trying to take deep breaths. I'm also running. A LOT! SPOOOORTS!!! Hahaha... guess I found something that clears my head for 20 minutes or so.

Anyway, I had the most odd weekend I ever thought I'd have. First, I went to a party, as Edward Scissorhands. I thought it wouldn't be any original, but then, it happened that my costume and make up (which I did all by myself) were a HUGE success! Beautiful. Hahaha. And funny! At the party I had SO MANY BEERS! I don't think I ever drank as many beers as I did that night. It was unbelievable! I had beers enough to have no idea at all of how many beers I had. Anyway, the party was pretty good. It happens that it ended on a way I would never, ever, ever expect. And from all of what happened about it, I got to myself so many beautiful mental pictures. The smell on my pillow is gone, now, but all the pictures are well framed on my mind and heart. All I got do is close my eyes.

Well, my life has been just like that. Trying to party only on weekends, looking for things to make the days go by, waiting on tomorrow to come and possibly brings new hopes for me...

The sad thing is: The bad thing about live your life waiting on Tomorrow is that it makes harder to live the Today.

Oh, and one thing I've heard: you can only be good to someone else if you can be good to yourself.

My Love, I'll be as good as I can to me and I'll even try to reach my best. But how can I be my best when the best part of me is gone? Guess it's something I'll have to figure out on my own.

Still, I'll be waiting to see what future holds.

PS: I'm only 10 days from my graduation party. I'm sooo excited. ^^-b A few people will be missing, though. Some of them I'm sure they'll be watching wherever they are. One of them...

Makes sense...

Should've payed attention to this lyrics before.

"Well, you're just across the street
Looks a mile to my feet
I want to go to you
Funny how I'm nervous still
I've always been the easy kill
I guess I always will

Could it be that everything goes 'round by chance?
Or only one way that it was always meant to be
You kill me, you always know the perfect thing to say
I know what I should do, but I just can't walk away

I can picture your face well
From the bar in my hotel
I wish I'd go to you
I pick up put down the phone
Like your favorite Heatmeiser song goes
It's just like being alone

Oh God, please don't tell me this has been in vain
I need answers for what all the waiting I've done means
You kill me, you've got some nerve, but can't face your mistakes
I know what I should do, but I just can't turn away

So go on love
Leave while there's still hope for escape
Got to take what you can these days
There's so much ahead
So much regret
I know what you want to say
I know it but can't help feeling differently
I loved you, and I should have said it
But tell me just what has it ever meant

I can't help it baby, this is who I am
Sorry, but I can't just go turn off how I feel
You kill me, you build me up, but just to watch me break
I know what I should do, but I just can't walk away"

Missing is what I do most and best, lately.

Oh, pretty girl, I can tell you SO many things you're worth for.

And it's true: answer, many times, takes a long way so you can find it.

But no matter what are the answers you find in Life, one thing I can tell you:

If ever you need someone you can count on, someone you can trust, you already found this person. As for you're the one person worth Loving for. You're the beauty in Life worth living and dying for.

And soon you're gonna leave, but you're something worth waiting for. And, in a certain way, I'll be waiting on your comeback, curious to see what future holds for each one of us. And about the traumas... well, they can be used for good, for teaching. And with patience and time they will all go away and become lessons we learned. We all make mistakes, but they are part of our lifeline.

Well, if there's one thing in my life worth looking for, worth living and dying for... if there's one thing in this very Life worth Loving and waiting and wishing for, this one thing for me is you, beautiful girl. And I don't know what you've been missing so much to say it's your new name, but I can tell you this: missing is what I've been doing most and best for the past couple of months.

At least now I have your smell all over my pillow for another day. And that is priceless.

The Adventure

"I want to have the same last dream again
The one where I wake up, and I'm alive
Just as the four walls close me within
My eyes are open up with pure sunlight
I'm the first to know, my dearest friends
Even if your hope has burned with time
Anything thats dead shall be regrown
And your vicious pain, your warning sign, you will be fine

Hey oh, here I am
And here we go, life's waiting to begin

Any type of love, it will be shown
Like every single tree, reach for the sky
If you're going to fall, I'll let you know
That I will pick you up, like you for I
I felt this thing, I can't replace
Where everyone was working for this goal
where all the children left without a trace
Only to come back as pure as gold to recite this all

Hey oh, Here I am
And here we go, life's waiting to begin
Tonight, hey oh, here I am
And here we go, life's waiting to begin
Tonight,hey oh, here I am
And here we go, life's waiting to begin

I cannot live, I can't breathe, unless you do this with me

Hello, here I am (do this with me)
And here we go, life's waiting to begin (do this with me)
Hello, here I am (do this with me)
And here we go, life's waiting to begin
Life's waiting to begin"

Such a beautiful Bad Mood.

You're such a strange girl, I think you come from another world...

Soon you're gonna leave, so leave us one more weekend!

Take the pain out of Love and then Love won't exist.

And I'm so very, very sorry.

Rumors are saying... well, words spread.

I see you move on fast. That it's easy for you to leave it all behind.

Well, rumors are saying you're better off without me.

That you are happier now and having much more fun.

I find no words at all to rhyme with my future lines.

But the future words I'll write will be an exposed part of my sick mind.

Oh, and words spread... and they are all saying that you are in love again.

It's good to hear it, too bad I didn't hear it from you.

It's good, because it's been a long time you weren't in love with me.

I tried it so hard, but no matter what, I was the only one to fall and fall and fall.

Maybe now you found the one who'll make you feel the same way I do for you.

Shaking, dreaming, wishing, planning... waiting on a sudden phone call

Or a simple "I miss you" said out loud.

Maybe now you'll understand how it feels to want to make a late call

Or to write a random email, just to say "I Love you so" in the middle of the day.

I hope this is the person that will make you feel young and dumb.

The very one that you can smell on your pillow for days.

And if he/she is not this special one, I hope you'll find it someday.

And maybe you'll understand how it is to feel miserable, but happy.

Lost in thoughts, but found on this person's arm.

Oh, I tried so hard to make you feel this way.

It's just I wasn't good enough for you. Or I didn't know how to try my best.

Still, rumors are saying you're having this beautiful chance.

Embrace it. Maybe then you'll understand the way I feel for you. The way I feel today.

One More Weekend

I've said too much already.

I've tried a lot, cried rivers, been down enough to face the sidewalk.

Still, I can still taste blood in my mouth, from trying to speak no longer.

And every day of silence is a day of huge pain growing inside of me, crazy thoughts taking over and desperate inside my brain.

I've seen people, been with people... I also had my "drink more than you ever did" time, just to try and let her go.

What a shame, I was trying to do something I know that is impossible for me. It's only impossible because it was true. It is true and will ever be. From where I come from, True Love never becomes part of the past. It never really goes away. Just as the memories that keep me awake... they won't ever fade away. Memories, just as my Love, remains.

I've heard all those sad songs, seen many beautiful movies... I've done a lot to show the world my pain. To share my pain with the world, on a desperate effort to survive, believing I could never deal with all this hurt alone. It's time to live life now. It's time to change, to focus on a future that belongs to me and no one else.

For such a long time of my life I planned a future and all my dreams and ambitions to share it with some one else that I don't even know how is it to think of a future that will be only mine.

If she's doing it so well, why couldn't I? It hurts to see that she could do it so quickly, so fast. I've gotta be honest: had I seen her as I am, I don't think I'd bee so envy and jealous like I am right now. Still, you can't never expect people to truly Love you, nor Love you the same way you Love them. It's not I think she didn't Love me or so... but how can some let Love go so easily, quickly, loudly?! How can one be so strong and cold after such a long time? I really don't know what hurts more: thinking I've never been Loved or that she could only be so strong because everything we had was such a bad thing, such a waste of time... for her, of course.

I don't regret my past. Not a day. It made me who I am. And I 'd do this all over again. All the fights, gifts, tears, laughters, smiles, kisses... oh, if ever anyone ask me if I am happy I'd have to say yes. I am happy for I could Love one with all my heart and expectations. I could Love a girl in a way I doubt many people can Love. With pure heart, with shaking hands and blinking eyes. I am happy. It's just that, now, I'm miserable and in pain. But, if being miserable is what takes for me to Love her, I'll be miserable. And this pain... well, I'll get used to it someday. It's only here because I'm not with her. It's here because we are, now, 2 months apart.

If only I had that straight punch, to warn me it was about to end, I'd do it all differently. I'd change everything in me that had to be changed. I'd do anything to make it work. And it gives me HELL to see other couples on close situation, but with only one person trying... and trying and trying... and being honest with a possible end to the other and the other clearly doing nothing... it gives me hell because I wish I had this obvious warn...

Well, as I said, it's time to move on with life. The sad songs will be playing on my iPhone and car stereo. Love and beautiful movies will be playing on my Blu Ray. I'll meet people and be with them. I'll waste my time on things I like and things I don't like. I'll be thinking of her and remembering everything we had. I'll cry because of that. But I'll live my life, I'll go on with it. Maybe, on life's crazy paths, we'll meet again. Renewed, refreshed... if not for one another, for ourselves.

As for what I have to say for myself:

No matter what your words might be, no matter how easy it is for you to get over, no matter how much suffering I'm into and how long it takes to go away, "You won't change the way I feel, because I Love you". "Oh, oh, oh, I Love you SO"! My feelings for you were always real and they don't depend on you to exist. They are here and forever will, that's what I promise you.

"Somewhere hiding underneath
Kickin' off covers while you sleep
Soon you're gonna leave
So leave us one more weekend

You've got all the friends you need
Bad tattoos and worse id's
You feel alive
Do you feel alive?

You'll go off
You'll forget
You'll grow out
Of hanging from the edges
Breaking off the past
You'll know when to move up
You'll know when to take all
The right chances
Never looking back

Somewhere hiding underneath
Runnin' around these empty streets
Do you think you're better off dead
Better off dead
Better alive than here?

You've got all the friends you need
Bad tattoos and worse ideas
You feel alive
Do you feel alive?

You'll go off
You'll forget
You'll grow out
Of hanging from the edges
Breaking off the past
You'll know when to move up
You'll know when to take all
The right chances
Never looking back

You think the time we spent
Was all wasted
Sleepwalking through every morning
We took for granted
Maybe this time we spent
Was all wasted
We'll let it go
I'll let you go

You'll go off
You'll forget
You'll grow out
Of hanging from the edges
Breaking off the past
You'll know when to move up
You'll know when to take all
The right chances
Never looking back

We are half alive
And that's a miracle
Now we don't belong
To anyone at all
We are half alive
And that's a miracle
Now we don't belong
To anyone at all

Somewhere hiding underneath
Kicking off covers while you sleep
You feel alive"

Everything We Had

"You were the only face I'd ever known.
I was the light from the lamp on the floor,
and only as bright as you wanted me to be.
But, I am no gentleman, I can be a prick,
and I do regret more than I admit.
You have been followed back to the same place I sat with you drink for drink.
Take the pain out of love and then love won't exist.

Everything we had, everything we had,
everything we had, everything we had is no longer there.

It was the only place I'd never known.
Turned off the light on my way out the door.
I will be watching wherever you go,
through the eyes of a fly on the wall.
You have been followed back to the same place I sat with you drink for drink.
Take the pain out of love and then love won't exist.

Everything we had, everything we had,
everything we had, everything we had is no longer there, longer there.

You saw for yourself, the way it played out.
For you, I am blinded.
For you, I am blinded, for you.

I am no gentleman, I can be a prick.
And I do regret more than I admit.
You have been followed back to the same place I sat with you drink for drink.
Take the pain out of love and then love won't exist.

Everything we had, everything we had,
everything we had, everything we had.
Everything we had, everything we had,
everything we had...

I'll be with you wherever you go,
through the eyes of a fly on the wall."

Not Now

Why does it feel like Blink-182 always has some words to comfort me?

"Come here, please hold my hand, Lord, now

Help me, I'm scared please show me how
To fight this, God has a master plan
And I guess, I am in his demand

Please save me, this time I cannot run
And I'll see, you when this is done
And now I, have come to realize
That you are, the one who's left behind

Please stay untill I'm gone
I'm here hold on to me
I'm right here waiting

I see, the light it feels good
And I'll come, back soon just like you would
It's use less, my name has made the list
And I wish, I gave you one last kiss

Please stay untill I'm gone
I'm here hold on to me
I'm right here waiting
And take my one last breath
And don't forget
That I will be right here waiting"

Lover's Thirst.

For eternity I want to make you smile.

And, whenever you cry, I want to be there,

And with the most warm and intense kiss in our lives

I'll drink all those salty tears dropping from your eyes.

A Letter To Elise

"Oh Elise it doesn't matter what you say

I just can't stay here every yesterday
Like keep on acting out the same
The way we act out
Every way to smile
Forget
And make-believe we never needed
Any more than this
Any more than this

Oh Elise it doesn't matter what you do
I know I'll never really get inside of you
To make your eyes catch fire
The way they should
The way the blue could pull me in
If they only would
If they only would
At least I'd lose this sense of sensing something else
That hides away
But you and me
We're worlds to part
With aching looks and breaking hearts
And all the prayers your hands can make
And I'll just take as much as you can throw
And then I'll throw it all away
And then I'll throw it all away
Like throwing faces at the sky
Like throwing arms round
Yesterday
I stood and stared
Wide-eyed in front of you
And the face I saw looked back
The way I wanted to
But I just can't hold my tears away
The way you do

Elise believe I never wanted this
I thought this time I'd keep all of my promises
I thought you were the girl I always dreamed about
But I let the dream go
And the promises broke
And the make-believe ran out...

So Elise
It doesn't matter what you say
I just can't stay here every yesterday
Like keep on acting out the same
The way we act out
Every way to smile
Forget
And make-believe we never needed
Any more than this
Any more than this

And every time I try to pick it up
Like falling sand
As fast as I pick it up
It runs away through my clutching hands
But there's nothing else I can really do
There's nothing else I can really do
There's nothing else
I can really do
At all..."

Alguns covers são interessantíssimos: eles conseguem superar a versão original da música. Alguns exemplos (na minha opinião): "With A Little Help From My Friends", do Joe Cocker, é melhor do que a dos Beatles... O Mesmo acontece com outra música deles "Come Together" que, para mim, a versão do Aerosmith é melhor do que a Original.

Agora, uma obra-prima que conseguiu ser aprimorada, é "A Letter To Elise", do The Cure. Na versão Original a música é fantástica... uma das letras mais belas que tem... ainda assim, a versão do Blink 182 pra essa música...

It's been long enough.

It’s been way too long now.

Long enough for me to suffer enough.

Don’t you think it’s been time enough?

Isn’t it enough for you to forgive the things that hurt us?

The mistakes we made cause me pain no more

And the only pain I feel is because I miss you.

I’ve had enough suffering to know

That being away from you is not what I need.

I’ve had so much suffering, that every day I live without you

Is another day I wish I could be with you.

Oh, darling, I know we belong together

And I fear not what future may hold as long as I’m with you.

And I know things can be good enough without you.

Still, I never wanted good enough, I want what’s best and better.

And that I can only reach with you.

I’ve had time enough without you.

And shed tears enough missing you.

Don’t you miss me?

Don’t you think you had time enough away from me?

I’ve had enough suffering to know

That being away from you is not what I need.

I’ve had so much suffering, that every day I live without you

Is another day I wish I could be with you.

Maybe all we need is a little more Love.

Maybe it’s time for us to believe we can do better.

The mistakes we made are part of the past

And we should leave them right where they belong: in the past.

I’ve learned so much away from you

That I want to practice what I learned with you.

What if we take this as a new beginning?

What if we take this as our new beginning?

I’ve had time enough

I’ve had enough suffering

I’ve missed you enough.

My Dearest

"My Dearest,
I've missed you very, very much since that last night we were together,
and will hold that night specially in my memories years to come.
I've been turning it over and over in my mind lately.
I've read your letter through at least four times,
and will probably read it more times before I'm through.
I've been sitting here, looking at your picture,
and getting more homesick every minute.
I've wanted that picture more than anything else I know of,
except of course, you yourself.
I keep thinking of you darling,
keep wishing I could be home with you.
I want to leave in the worst possible way
so I can come home to see you but,
things don't look so good on that subject.
This war has spoiled a lot of things for everyone i guess,
I've never been so lonesome in my life as i am right now.
I'm completely lost without you darling.
I never realised i could miss any one person so much,
I just hope it wont be too much longer until im able to be with you again
and live a sane and normal life..."

Therapy

"My ship went down in a sea of sound
When I woke up alone I had everything
A handful of moments I wished I could change
And a tongue like a nightmare that cut like a blade
In a city of fools I was careful and cool
But they tore me apart like a hurricane.
A handful of moments
I wish I could change but I was carried away

Give me therapy
I'm a walking travesty
But I'm smiling at everything
Therapy, you were never a friend to me
And you can keep all your misery.

My lungs gave out
As i faced the crowd
I think that keeping this up could be dangerous
I'm flesh and bone
I'm a rolling stone
and the experts say I'm delirious

Arrogant boy, love yourself so no one has to
They're better off without you
(They're better off without you)
Arrogant boy, cause a scene like you're supposed to
They'll fall asleep without you
You're lucky if your memory remains

Therapy
I'm a walking travesty
But I'm smiling at everything
Therapy, you were never a friend to me
And you can choke on your misery."

International You Day

"i'm sorry that it took so long
to write this song
but i gave up
you see one million words can't describe
how it feels
to know your love

where did i go wrong?
i should have told you from the start
that i'm closer then you think
when we're apart
nothing that i've tried
is as simple as this line

but without you
my life is incomplete
my days are absolutely gray
and so i try
let your heart know for sure
that i have so much more to tell you
every single day

i swear i'm giving up my inside
to the one
that i adored
i know this world is big enough
for you and i
but i'll give you more

i'm coming home today
to wipe the tear drop from your eyes
i'm totally enamored by your life
nothing that i've done
has ever been for one

but without you
my life is incomplete
my days are absolutely gray
and so i try
let your heart know for sure
that i have so much more to tell you
every single day

my life is incomplete
my rights are absolutely wrong
so wake me up
before you leave today
something i need to say
cause they'll be nothing when you're gone"

"The Notebook"

"My Dearest Allie. I couldn't sleep last night because I know that it's over between us. I'm not bitter anymore, because I know that what we had was real. And if in some distant place in the future we see each other in our new lives, I'll smile at you with joy and remember how we spent the summer beneath the trees, learning from each other and growing in love. The best love is the kind that awakens the soul and makes us reach for more, that plants a fire in our hearts and brings peace to our minds, and that's what you've given me. That's what I'd hoped to give to you forever. I love you. I'll be seeing you. Noah"

O bom de Amar.

Consegui perceber nesses ultimos dias algumas coisas bem interessantes. Uma delas foi com relação ao poder no relacionamento. Pode reparar, o poder no relacionamento está SEMPRE na mão de quem gosta menos. É essa a pessoa que tem menos medo de perder a outra, é normalmente ela quem decidi quando se termina, quando se volta, se é que volta... a pessoa que está mais envolvida é a parte fraca no relacionamento, o lado "frágio". Mas aí pensei num ponto BEM interessante com relação a isso. A alegria, a vontade, a felicidade, a esperança... tudo isso vem exatamente do lado frágil. A pessoa que "gosta menos" (ou "menos envolvida", se preferir) é aquela que vai sempre se preocupar com os problemas, que vai valorizar a dor, minimizar os prazeres e as alegrias... a pessoa "mais envolvida" fica com a parte divertida da história... sabe que a dor que está sentindo é exatamente aquilo que vai tornar ainda mais inesquecíveis os momentos de tesão, de paixão... é verdade, no fim, o lado frágil é aquele que vai perder o chão, o rumo, vai ter que rever os sonhos e planos... mas é um risco que, creio eu, vale a pena correr.

Mudando um pouquinho de assunto: existem alguns filmes "sem conteúdo" que muitas vezes nos surpreendem e fazem a gente pensar bastante. Foi meu caso com o Rocky Balboa, ontem. Em um certo momento ele fala uma coisa que, tenho certeza, vai marcar minha vida: O campeão não é aquele que consegue dar o soco mais forte, mas aquele que consegue tomar mais socos e consegue continuar em pé. Nesse lado acho que posso me considerar um vencedor... pra cada soco que tomei tenho uma marca. Piercing, tatuagem, cicatrizes... podem contar e vão encontrar diversas marcas de socos que tomei e consegui continuar em pé, andando, prosseguindo... e acredito que isso se aplique, também, a relacionamentos. Um relacionamento forte, vencedor, não é aquele cheio de apelidos "bregas", que nunca briga, cheio de "Eu te Amo's" sem a menor intenção ou sentimento, apenas pelo fato de mostrar ao mundo que sabe falar "as 3 palavras"... Um relacionamento forte é aquele que continua mesmo depois de inúmeras dificuldades. Que leva vários e vários socos e consegue permanecer em pé. Um casal de velhinhos fazendo bodas de diamantes não está lá porque nunca viu brigas. Estes velhinhos permanecem juntos pq deciiram continuar, independentemente de quais ou quantos problemas tiveram ou terão que enfrentar. Várias e várias vezes eu esperei por uma "demonstração", uma "prova" de Amor. Pude perceber que a maior prova de Amor de todas é a vontade de seguir em frente. É a vontade de enfrentar os problemas, de continuar... uma prova de amor não é uma cartinha, um email, um presente caro... uma prova de Amor é a força de enfrentar o passado, o presente e o futuro, com todas as dores e dificuldades que apaceram ou aparecerão no percurso. Prova de Amor é a vontade de passar por tudo isso pra poder aproveitar os, algumas vezes, raros momentos de prazer e alegria incomparável.

Acho que estou conseguindo aprender aos poucos que o bom de Amar e estar em um relacionamento não é estar no control ou com o poder. O bom e divertido de Amar é ser exatamente o lado frágil, o lado que sente... é ser este lado pra poder aproveitar os momentos maravilhosos enquanto sabe que ainda terá que enfrentar várias e várias dificuldades. O bom de Amar é poder baixar a guarda, mesmo sabendo que pode acabar se machucando. O bom de Amar é poder provar, durante a vida e COM a vida o quanto a outra pessoa é Amada. O bom de Amar é ter sempre a esperança de que a outra pessoa está disposta a ser o lado frágil com você.

We belong together.

Just Like the sea belongs to the moon

And our flaming hearts will warm our bed

And our warm bed will warm the Sun

As for alone the Sun is cold

And million souls are frozen bones.

And if alone we have no one to share

Together we have our Love to spread.

And all the pain we feel now

Is just part of the fun, then.

Oh, this fear must go away

To bring peace to ourselves

And if happiness is what you seek

You'll only have to look for it in us.

As for our Love can change History

Bringing peace to earth

Feeding millions of people

And be the reason of our most honest and pretty smile.

And all the bad memories will fade away

Letting a huge room for our future plans.

And if you think nothing in this Life can be eternal

It's because you're yet to believe in my Love for you.

And you're yet to free your heart

For the strongest feeling you'll ever find.

E fui cego. E foi assim que aconteceu.

Ultimo texto que fiz. Espero que pelo menos alguém goste.

E ao não me lembrar do risco de um dia te perder

Vivi de forma cega o sonho de tê-la.

Ignorei os meus defeitos, mesmo sabendo não ser perfeito.

Ignorei os nossos erros, imaginando ter tempo de concertá-los durante a vida.

Baixei minha guarda, corri de peito aberto... sem proteção, sem medo, sem precaução.

Apenas corri e segui em frente no fronte da batalha da vida.

E hoje pude perceber que a perfeição que enxergava, mesmo diante de tantos defeitos, era apenas uma ilusão.

Ilusão criada pela vida, que quis me separar de você.

Mal sabe a vida que sem você ela deixa aos poucos de existir.

Nunca quis, mas terei que aprender a viver sem você.

E esse agora é meu objetivo,

Me libertar da dor que me aprisiona e aos poucos me mata.

Vida burra, que pede pela dor, que torce pelo fim.

Um dia essa vida vai se dar conta de seus erros

E aos poucos vai me deixar voltar a enxergar a realidade,

Por mais cheia de ilusão que ela seja.

Um dia, quem sabe?

Talvez um dia terei a chance de redimir meus pecados

E provar ao mundo que sou digno de te oferecer nada mais do que felicidade.

Um dia talvez não seja tão tarde.

E por não ser tarde poderemos correr atrás do tempo que perdemos ao ficarmos separados.

Nada mais importa e nada mais me resta.

A não ser as memórias, mais boas do que ruins, que me fazem sentir cada vez mais sua falta.

E tudo o que me sobra é a esperança.

De viver a vida ao seu lado e não só como uma maravilhosa mas triste lembrança.

Here comes the drama.

Hmmm... mais um textinho antigo... dramático bagarai, mas serve.

Vai que vai:

Sementes plantadas num solo não fértil

Colhemos o ódio em um futuro incerto

Fugindo do medo, ao olharmos pra trás,

Veremos as sombras de anjos mortais

Quem nunca se olhou num espelho trincado?

A prova ainda viva de amores passados

E então morreremos no ódio e na dor

Estaremos nos braços de quem nunca amou

Queimaremos no fogo de vidas proibidas

CHorando mentiras e promessas não cumpridas

Feche os olhos e me dê sua mão

Venha comigo pro inferno da razão

Onde evitaremos sofrimentos desnecessários

E fingiremos ser anjos solidários

E porque morrer no ódio e na dor

Se estamos nos braços de quem nos Amou?

Queimaremos em fogo, mas estaremos unidos

Com doces beijos, não choros fingidos.

And that's how we rule.

Sim... e é assim que direcionamos nossas vidas.

E é assim que deixamos nossas vidas sem direção.

E é nos momentos mais difíceis que eu consigo postar.

Acho que me sinto conversando com alguém tão sensível quanto eu. O que é fato, já que estou conversando comigo mesmo.

Aliás, ponto pro twiter que deixa eu conversar comigo mesmo e responder instantaneamente.

E ponto pra qualquer um que tem me dado forças pra seguir.

E ponto pra mim que tenho tentado seguir.

E eu sei que tenho chances de algum dia voltar a me sentir bem. O problema é que perco todos os pontos ao pensar que nunca vou me sentir bem do jeito que quero. Do jeito que era.

Tenho fé na vida e a esperança para com tudo permanece. Mas esse sou eu sendo esperançoso, muito diferente de otimista.

Tava procurando o meu contrato de estágio do Itaú que estava sumido. Preciso dele pra poder entregar o relatório de estágio.

Aí acabei encontrando outras coisas... além do contrato, claro.

Encontrei alguns textos mais antiguinhos que escrevi.

Alguns piegas, outros bonitinhos.

Vou colocar aqui.

Vai que vai! ^^-b

I'll keep you close forever

I'll hold your hand whenever

You want to cry. 

I'll ever make you smile (or try)

And if you push me away 

I'll be there by your side

And I'll be yours forever

And you'll be mine whenever

You need me by your side

And I'll hold on to you

Even if you push me away

I'll keep my eyes on you

Until we are both awake

I'll keep you close forever

And forever you'll be mine

And I'll be yours forever

Until you sadly say goodbye.

É isso. ^^-b

=******

I was thinking about something to write here. I accidentally came to the amazing conclusion that I actually write way MUCH better when I don't think at all.

That means I'll write anything and everything that comes to my mind. Well, I'll select the ideas that I'll put in here. But they will be flowing inside my head.

Well, I have this odd exercise in which I have to think about how people see the way I present myself. Did anyone ever try to do that. It's almost impossible. First you have to ask yourself how do you present your image to the others. And, to do that, you have to first think about who you are.

Anyway... I don't think people actually see me how I like to describe myself: Just like the poets. Just a kid who didn't make it.

Thinking of it, I don't believe anyone see me like that.

I simply don't like anything I wrote in here. But I'm just too lazy to erase it all. And this wouldn't be fair to my initial idea of putting all my random thoughts in here.

Well, time is my enemy. But also my friend. I'm just about to finish my T.G.I (TCC). It's due may 27. That means it's almost time to grow up. Gonna graduate and look for a whole new world. Full of empty things, as I have no idea what to search for after university is over.

Anyway, guess I'll have to wait and see things for myself just as soon as they happen. I can also make my way to shorten the time things take to happen. That's pretty much what I'll doo. Still, as I have no clue of what is up for me, guess everything will happen exactly when they are supposed to happen. No sooner, no later. I guess the only reasonable point I can take from all of this is: things will happen if I go for them. It's going to take its natural time to happen, but they only happen if I go for them. 

Everything happens for reason. Even though you might be the creator of the reasons and the central point of the consequences. As long as the starting ling. Am I making myself clear enough to make you all confused to the point no one understands a shit of what I'm saying?! Because that's exactly what is happening to me right now. 

Anyway, that's more than enough for today.I might show up with more random and non understandable thoughts sooner than you, my imaginary reader, expect. And starting from the idea that only imaginary readers show up in here (apart from 2 or 3 real ones), I may consider myself famous and a successful writer, as everything I wrote (and write) is read for millions and millions of (imaginary) people.

Have a great night.

I'll enjoy my insomnia! =)

Phoenix

Hmmm... vi hoje no blog da mary que faz 2 meses que não posto aqui no blog.

Aí resolvi mudar isso e zerar esse contador.

Fato: há tempos não escrevo nada de novo.

Há tempos não acontece nada de novo pra eu relatar aqui.

Anyway, ta perdendo o propósito, mas vam que vam.

É poca de TGI, tá tudo um verdadeiro caos e em 17 dias eu tenho que entregá-lo. O.o

MAS, vai dar tudo certo, tenho certeza disso. ^^-b

Hoje tive entrevista na ticket, que é do grupo Accor. 

não to com saco rpa escrever como foi.

E ontem fui ao teatro com a Mari. Fomos ver "Eu tenho a última temporada". Bem legal, dá pra dar boas gargalhadas (essa foi em homenagem à minha Tia Avó que ontem completou 81 anos).

Well, just like a phoenix, I came back from the ashes. Here I am, ready to rock.

You know, I believe Love works just like this. Like a Phoenix. Sometimes it seems to be dead, but all It needs are ashes. If you have hope It's going to rebirth, It will. Life is hard. Sometimes it puts you on really difficult situations. It takes all you have, and all your strength and all your good. But you have to face it. You have to believe, you MUST have faith. And I'm not being religious. You must have faith in life and that all you have inside you that's good is SO much better then the bad things that may come.

Sometimes you lose money. That you can work and make a lot more.

Sometimes you lose someone. Well, if this special one is dead, you can always have memories and bring this person close to your heart. If this special person is alive, but not longer with you, you can always try to bring this person back. Or you can just let it go. Maybe this person wasn't THAT special. Just don't let your pride destroy what you build, mainly if all that was built are beautiful things.

Sometimes you fail school. Go to your books, study more and take that as a learned lesson.

All the problems we may find in life are exactly the size we let it be. The problem is going to be bigger if we make it big. And it's going to be smaller if we believe it is small.

And our problems can be even easier if we are NOT afraid of counting on those who Love us. Again, don't ever let proud complicate life. Proud has nothing to do with self esteem nor loving yourself. 

And I know nobody reads this but... I'm not writing this to anyone but me. That's one of the reasons I'm writing in english. I'm writing this because I want to believe in all these things that I already know.

Well, that's it for today. Maybe I'll post again sooner than  I expect. =)

PS: Garu S2 Pucca. Today and tomorrow and forever and always and ever. Don't you ever forget this. 

Pra variar um pouquinho...

Esse final de semana resolvi mudar un poquito... decidi socializar.

Fui ao churras da minha formatura e foi beeeem legal, até.

É verdade que eu passei mal e, graças a isso, não bebi praticamente nada. Maaas, tirando isso, vi uma galera perder a linha. Pouco engraçado!

Anyway, ninguém está interessado no meu fds, creio.

Hoje fui cortar a juba. Odiei?! Sim.

Creio que o cara que cortou tinha alguma dificuldade com a lingua portuguesa, já que eu pedi rpa ele não mexer no tamanho da juba e ele DEPENOU meus queridos amigos fios de cabelo.

Agora já foi, fazer o que?!

Fora isso, to com ódio... preciso mandar pra galeura do meu grupo de TGI a puerra de lo arquivo da entrevista mas não to conseguindo anexar arquivos nos emails. @me.com de mierda!

O jeito é conseguir achar um pen drive pra levar para o povo amanhã.

Ah, perguntem como anda minha vida de transporte público!!! Aliás, não perguntem, já adianto:  QUE ÓÓÓÓDIOOOOOOOO!!!

Eu quero meu carro de volta! ¬¬

Absolutamente NOJENTO, esse negócio de andar em buson lotado! Galera consegue fedentrinar por volta das 6 e pouquinho da manhã. Isso é IMPRESSIONANTE!

Alguém topa fazer um trabalho beneficente de doação de desfedorizante nos coletivos da cidade?! Hein, hein?!

A propósito: Simpsons em HighDef ROX the effing SOX!!! Com direito a novas aberturas e tudo o mais! Yeh yeh yeh.

To devendo composições novas, fato! Mas vou continuar devendo. Algum dia sai alguma coisa.

Ahhh... sempre falei que sou louco pra ter uma casa cheeeia de paredes de vidro. Hoje meu caríssimo astro Mark Hoppus colocou no blog um post dizendo "(...)wished I lived there".

Parece que não sou o único que gosta de casas assim.

Casinha dos sonhos!

Besos

Sorte no azar?! Nem isso!

Nem pra ter azar eu dou sorte!

Incrível... o acidente foi horrível, o carro foi destruído e, ainda assim... o seguro prefere não dar PT!

Claro, sai muito mais barato para eles gastar em torno de 20 mil reais pra comprar o carro do que comprar outro. Afinal, segundo eles, o valor do sinistro tem que ser de, no mínimo, 75% para eles darem PT.

TSC TSC  ¬¬'

Além disso, pelo menos 30 dias sem o carro. Aaaargh.

Anyway... hoje vou ao show do Backstreet Boys. Sim, deles mesmo. 

E esse sou eu (não) pedindo rpa ser zoado... tipo de coisa que eu deveria guardar pra mim mesmo, eu sei! -.-

Fui...

Rebirth

Não sou o super homem.

Ninguém é... chega uma hora em que ultrapassamos o lmite do nosso corpo e ele desiste. Apaga. 

Tenho certeza que foi isso que aconteceu. Ultrapassei o limite do meu corpo. E descobri que não sou o homem de ferro ou qualquer outro super herói (quase) invencível.

Mas não é isso que me preocupa. Pra ser bem sincero, sou muito grato por ter aprendido isso hoje. Acho até que descobri isso cedo. Tem gente que leva a vida inteira pra aprender esse segredinho da vida.

Poucas coisas restam agora. Me sinto culpado por quase ter tirado a vida de 2 dos meus melhores amigos. Quase tirei de mim mesmo pessoas que são um pedaço de mim e da minha história. Eles aceitaram?! Claro, era diversão! Ninguém nunca espera por isso. E, conhecendo bem a gente, não teríamos desistido mesmo que tivessemos calculado os riscos. Mas eles concordaram com tudo porque confiam em mim. Ou confiavam? Não sei. Não sei o que eles pensam... e eu só espero pra que eles estejam realmente bem. Na hora nada apareceu, mas esse é o tipo de coisa que temos que esperar um pouquinho.

Aceito a culpa pela minha (nossa, é verdade) irresponsabilidade. Aceito a culpa porque, no final das coisas, eu era o resopnsável pela saúde e vida de todos. 

Não lembro de muita coisa. Aliás, não lembro de quase nada.

Lembro de uma música tocando (less than jake, acho), alguém conversando comigo, eu gritando pra todo mundo acordar. EM seguida um barulho. Algo como um estouro, um "toc" forte... não sei se o barulho foi coisa da minha cabeça, mas, logo em seguida, duas luzes fortes, vindo rápido... joguei tudo pra direita.... um barulho muito forte, alguma coisa bateu na minha cabeça... em seguida meu carro estava parado. Tentei sair e a minha porta não abria. Não sei como saí do carro, não sei se falei com alguém, não sei de muito mais coisa do que aconteceu... apenas algumas "fotografias" que aparecem na minha cabeça.

Algumas me machucam, já que me trazem nos olhos o pouqíssimo do que lembro... e me fazem pensar em tudo o que poderia ter acontecido. E me fazem ser eternamente grato pelo que realmente aconteceu: saímos todos bens. Todos vivos... eu com alguns machucadinhos pequenos... os outros aparentemente ilesos. Sempre acreditei em milagres... hoje fui abençoado por um. Não só eu, mas todos nós. Nós 5 em meu carro e os outros 2, no outro.

Back together!

Hmmm...

A vida é uma caixinha de surpresas... boas e ruins.

Algumas coisas se quebram, algumas pessoas se separam... algumas coisas se reparam, algumas pessoas se reunem.

Acho que uma das coisas mais difíceis - e importantes - da vida é o perdão. E, na minha sincera opinião, o perdão é um processo contínuo, diário e doloroso.

Graças a Deus (ou a qq coisa que qq pessoa acredite) algumas pessoas são capazes de perdoar.

E graças a essa capacidade divina de perdoar, hoje afirmo que tive uma das notícias mais felizes da minha vida: 

Blink 182 voltou!

Blieieieieieieieieieiiiiiink!!!!

Noite arriscada.

"Eu quero correr esse risco"

E assim fizemos.

They all understand me.

"I'll be there when your heart stops beating

I'll be there when your last breath's taken away

In the Dark when there's no one listening

In the times when we both get carried away.

When we both get carried away"

-----------------------------

"And one by one the years of our lives

Stumble as the moments pass

So please hold on, please hold on

So fall asleep with the windows open

Come to me with the worst you've sad and done

You'll close your eyes and see me

A little death makes life more meaningful

I stand no chance at all"

-----------------------------

"Take all you can from me

I've got weak constitution

I'm led so easily

So easily"

-----------------------------

"Quit crying your eyes out

Quit crying your eyes out and baby come on

Isn't there something familiar about me?

The past is only the future with the lights on

Quit crying your eyes out, baby"

-----------------------------

"And I don't know

And I can't guess

If it's gonna be OK

But now my last wish

Is that you do this with me

Kiss me here and hold my hand

Let me feel like I'm the only one

I know you can

Won't you do it for me now?"

-----------------------------

"The stars in the sky illuminate below

The light is the sign that love will guide you home

The stars in the sky illuminate below

If the world were to die, the light would guide you"

-----------------------------

"So hear this please

And watch as your hearts speeds up endlessly

And look for the stars as the sun goes down

Each breath that you take has a thunderous sound

Everything, everything's magic

Just sit back and hold on, but hold on tight

Prepare for the best and the fastest ride

And reach out your hand, and i'll make you mine

Everything, everything's magic"

-----------------------------

"I can not live

I can’t breathe

Unless you do this with me"

-----------------------------

They all understand me... but you know that already, right?!

...

"I know that everything

(know that everything, know that everything)

Everything's gonna be fine!"

Diga sim a importação de Ornitorrincos!

Algumas pessoas defendem os humanos, outras pessoas defendem as tartarugas marinhas, existem grupo para defesa e salvação de baleias e Ursos Pandas (esses com razão, a carinha deles é muito fofa!)... até mesmo LHAMAS E ALPACAS!!! Agora ninguém, absolutamente NINGUÉM pensou nunca em proteger ou divulgar as peculiaridades e glorificações de um animal tão único e especial: Os ORNITORRINCOS!



Comecemos com o básico:

O Ornitorrinco (nome científico: Ornithorhynchus anatinus, do grego: ornitho, ave+ rhynchus, bico; e do latim: anati, pato + inus, semelhante a: "ave com bico semelhante a pato") é um mamífero semi-aquático natural da Austrália e Tasmânia. É o único representante vivo da família Ornithorhynchidae, e a única (a) espécie do gênero Ornithorhynchus (b). Juntamente com as équidnas, formam o grupo dos monotremados, os únicos mamíferos ovíparos existentes. A espécie é monotípica. (Wikipédia)
Estes animizinhos de beleza duvidosa (eu os acho lindos! -.-) e nada simpáticos possuem algumas características marcantes:

É carnívoro, alimentando-se de vermes, crustáceos, insetos... bota ovo (afinal, é um mamífero ovíparo... derrrrr), quando filhotes apresentam um dentinho pra quebar o ovo mas, na fase adulta, são desdentados... As fêmeas são desprovidas das mamas... e vc pode se perguntar agora "mas como os filhotes amam?!"... calma, garotada... a pele das femeas é algo como a pele das canguruAS... os filhotes ficam lambendo o abdomem e o leite sai de lá! Incrível, hun?!
Falando sobre a anatomia do nosso carismático (mentira) bixinho, ele é muitissimo peculiar: possue calda de castor, bico de pato, patinhas com 5 dedinhos com garra e não possuem orelhinhas!!! Ah, e eles possuem pêlos!



Agora a parte mais genial fica pro fim: no caso dos ornitorrincos machinhos, eles possuem ESPORAS VENENOSAS! Imagina isso... uhahuahua... um bichinho daquele tamanho vindo em sua direção, com cara de coitado e bico de pato, abanando um rabo de castor e praticamente se rastejando no chão para... usar as espeoras venenosas em você! UAHuahuahuahuahuauhahuahua...

Mas não se enganem: apesar de não letal contra humanos, o veneno do nanico pode ser martirizante e levar a incapacidade.



Esses bixinhos vivem, em cativeiro, aproximadamente 17 anos... na natureza podem viver mais ou menos... depende! he-he-he

Agora a parte triste... um animal tão peculiar e raro, que só existe na Australia e na Tasmania, NÃO É DIVULGADO EM OUTROS PAÍSES. Não se encontra espécies desse bixinho em NENHUM AQUÁRIO OU ZOOLÓGICO DO MUNDO que não seja em seus países de origem.
Por favor, autoridades mundiais... PROVIDENCIEM AMOSTRAS de ornitorrincos para nossos zoológicos!

Aliás, segundo amigos meus que já estiveram na Austrália, até mesmo lá é difícild e encontrar... apenas em SIDNEY vc encontra Ornitorrincos em zoológicos. INJUSTO!
Apesar disso, os Ornitorrincos estampam as moedas de 20 cents do dollar australiano. PELO MENOS ISSO, né?!



Bom, com isso, espero ter alertado a popoulação mundial - ou ao menos quem le o meu blog - da importancia e peculiaridade desse animalzinho tão fofo (ou nem tanto)... devemos todos iniciar uma campanha em massa a favor da comercialização de ornitorrincos para todos os zoológicos do mundo, facilitando assim com que nossas crianças e adultos possam conhecer cada vez mais este raro ser!

E diga sim para os Ornitorrincos como mascotes para promover a Paz Mundial!

E nada de gatinhos. =(

Hoje fui na cobasi tentar adotar um gatinho...

Frustrante! Não tinha nenhum! :(

Nada de Mingau, nada de Atum, nada de gatinho branco nem preto, nem filhotinho nem nada. NADA!

Fiquei sem gatinho. =(

Mas ok, pediram pra eu passar lá na quarta, quinta, sexta e sábado que talvez cheguem bixanos novos. Veremos! -.-

Fim de semana mega ótimo, quase fui internado, tive febre o suficiente pra delirar... 

Maaas, é isso ae. 

Semana nova, mais um dia de uma nova era...

E mais um pouquinho de mim:

Sou um reflexo dos meus sonhos

Um espelho d’água, onde as marolas são minhas imperfeições

Sou aquilo que não precisa, exatamente quando não quer

Sou um poeta sem rimas, métricas ou romances

Sou um romântico sem medidas, tamanhos ou padrões.

Sou a padronização dos erros e o descontrole dos acertos.

Nada sou, sempre estou.

Nunca estou, pois em mim caminho e o espaço percorro.

 

Sou um reflexo, um refluxo e uma onda.

Sou apenas eu, e somente a mim pertenço.

Sou você, pois em mim te encontro.

E se em mim te encontro, em ti me encontro.

E se em ti me encontro, em ti estou.

Nada vejo, em nada penso ou sinto.

Aqui não estou, nada sou.

Não pertenço, existo.

HASTA luego.

And a new era begins.

Algumas pessoas me fizeram acreditar que escrevo bem.
E uma certa pessoa me fez acreditar que, mesmo que eu no futuro não goste do que escrevi, minhas palavras são dignas de registro.
Sou péssimo para títulos, por isso minhas obras dificilmente possuem um. Esse é o caso desse primeiro texto que vou colocar aqui.

What is it that will give us strength?
The right sauce to make us brake
The ice that grew around our cold hearts

How did we let it happen?
So much time we spent together
But now I see we were always apart

Why did we lie, when all we needed was the truth?
Why did you cry, when all I wanted was to make you smile?
Do you still know how to laugh? Do you think you can make breathless?

Because you did that once
Because I did that too
Yes you did. Well, we did.

But something tells me we can make it right
Something tells me you’ll be by my side
And all those different lips and tastes
And all those different beds and faces
Won’t mean nothing but a bad dream

And memory remains,
So we’ve got to create the ones we’ll laugh about it
And we’ve got to create the ones we’ll cry about it

And the first one we’ll have
Is a gift from Time:
You and I, sitting on the floor,
making out on a cold summer night

With our naked hearts
And dressed bodies
I could smell your hair
And I could taste your skin

And I stared at you
And you stared at me
And we were up to the truth
Like the sinner who looks for the priest

And now we are both afraid
Of the future that might come
Because the past is gone
And the past is all we have

But for I want the future one day
And for I want you to be my safe place
We must let the past go
And light the path for future to come

Have you forgotten the pain we caused?
As this is what we must do
Have you healed your broken heart?
For this is what we must go through

Tell me your sins
And I’ll tell you mine
Tell me your fears
And I’ll cover your mind

From the dark times we’ll go through
From the dark things we’ll have to do.
But do it by my side
And good things we may bring to our lives.

And this time our song is gonna play.
Just like our perfect first date.
Time we’ll give us this gift.
All we gotta do is wait.

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E assim começa uma nova era.