‘sticks and stones my break my bones, but words can never hurt me’. How untrue this frase is amazes me as every year goes by and I feel the power of each word as it sinks into my being. Words are just words. Or are they? Fat, skinny, messy, freak, loser, uninteresting, undesirable, unwanted, not good enough. Words more powerful then knives as they sink inside our memories. Words can destroy trust, words can create conflicts, words can make or break a man. Mere words are the starting points of wars. Without words, there is no action. Without words, there is no criticism. There is no verbal abuse by parents, no bullying from peers, no descriptions of perfection. Perfect! But, without words, there would be no way to express feelings more powerful then the earth itself. Like love. Ah yes, a word now a days thrown around like a few unwanted coins in a pocket: useful to those who have none, unappreciated by those who have it in abundance. Without words we cannot express the bubbly, warm, electric, almost painful feeling that comes about when love appears. No way to praise, no way to write about beauty. Its hard to imagine a world without worlds.
segunda-feira, 1 de agosto de 2011
Jane says
segunda-feira, 25 de julho de 2011
A bedtime story
before anyone reads this, a few words should be said, or in this case, written. This is not a real story, it is not based on real events and has nothing to do with me. its just a bit of nonsense that came into my mind on a loooong bus ride home and its just a quick try at a short story. read and hopefully enjoy (:
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eyes open in the dark and look up for any sign of a when,where and why. Green lights blinking 6:30 a.m, a when. Its enough to make the skinny body raise in alarm. flashes of the night before passed in her mind. Tequila bottles, vodka and lemons. Now we have our why. A other vision: a smile, flirting and perfume. A hint to our where. She turned slowly, letting her dark blue eyes acostume enough to the darkness to make out a shape on the bed, softly rising to an unheard rhythm.
Very quietly as not to wake him, she got up and started towards the door. A soft call came behind her, and with it her heart sank. A dear caught in headlights. ‘hey, wait a sec’.
She didn’t dare turn and face the nameless figure behind her and fought back the curiosity. The color of his eyes, the smoothness of his complexion, the face that fits the smile in her memory... ‘I need to leave’ was all she could conjure.
Silence, then a click and suddenly the room came into view with a soflt yellow glow. The girl felt a sudden urge to have a peek at the eyes that she could feel where gazing at her. ‘don’t go, wait’ the soft voice whispered. ‘im sorry, but I shouldn’t have done this.’ With the last words said, she took 2 steps forward and stopped for a hand had grabbed her by the wrist, very gently and made turned her around.
Light honey-colored eyes, dark black wavy hair and full red lips filled in a pale freckled face. A perfect face to match his tall and skinny figure. On the nightstand beside the bed where a pair of glasses. ‘oh, so this is what he looks like’ she thought ‘well, at least he fits in to my taste’. A smile escaped her lips as the thought passed through her mind. It triggered the boy to smile too, and she was stunned by how beautiful his smile was and how sweet it made him look.
He let go of her arm and the smile was gone, a questioning look taking its place. ‘do you really have to go?’ he asked her. ‘couldn’t you stay for a bit of breakfeast?’
it didn’t take much thinking for her to surrender to the eyes that patiently waited for an answer. ‘ok, but just a cup of coffe.. then I really need to go.’ She said, curving her lips just a bit into a tiny smile, that was gone even before it could fully spread.
A few words were exchanged before they made there way into the boys kitchen:
‘one quick question, what is your name?’
‘Jane’
‘it’s a pleasure meeting you Jane’
a quick exchange of smiles between two lonely souls before a Sunday breakfast.
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a moments thought
My eyes follow you as you make your way past, just far enough so that your oblivious to my insignificant presence. I make an effort to continue the conversation I was having a couple seconds before with a nameless friend. Your head turns just a fraction. Is it possible you can hear the beating of my heart? You can see the sadness in my moves? The hatred that has come to take its refuge in my body. I fear that you might have noticed, even from such a distance the silent tear that stubbornly falls from my refusing eyes. A materialized thought of what could have been, of what was until you broke it apart.
quarta-feira, 20 de abril de 2011
senses
sábado, 12 de fevereiro de 2011
much more than 99 multicolored balloons
bem, eu poderia ficar aqui escrevendo, mas nao vou. muitas lembranças foram visitadas hoje e algumas boas foram feitas hoje, mesmo em meio de tanta tristeza. e vamos deixar por ae.
"99 dreams i have had
in every one a red balloon.
Its all over and im standing here.
In the dust that was a city.
If i could find a souvenir.
Just to prove the world was here.
And here it is a red ballon.
i Think of you and let it go. "
quarta-feira, 9 de fevereiro de 2011
Diary & confessions
p.s.: complete diary entry
p.s.s: quotes time, now: these are quotes i found that remind me of him and explain almost perfectly what i had and lost.
"Don't cry for what might of been, don't live in the past. It was supossed to be forever, well forever never lasts. Lift your head and dry your tears, forget about yesterday. We had the time of your lives, but we must move on, let it fade away..."
"You live and you breathe and then you die. In between, if you're lucky, you fall in love. Some loves stay forever, others are lost in only a day. But it's still there, underneath all the hurt and pride and years. If it's true love, it's never forgotten. So when someone says they're in love, don't tell them they can't be. Don't say they're too young, or it's too soon. Love knows no age or length of time. Love is a feeling, deep in your heart, that squeezes you tight and you never want to let it go"
"Through out your life you will meet one person who is unlike any other. You could talk to this person for hours and never get bored. You could tell them things and they won't judge you...this person is your soul mate, your best friend. Don't EVER let them go"
"How do you pick up the threads of an old life, how do you go on...when in your heart you begin to understand, there is no going back. Ther are some things time cannot mend, some hurts that go too deep and have to much of a hold"
"Real loss is only possible when you love the other person more than you love yourself."
well, thats enough for now.