sábado, 4 de agosto de 2012
“Everyday before go to sleep she felt restless. She was always too tired of being tired all the time. She always had tears in her eyes for having nothing to cry for... Is there such place as home? Who can guide me there? She always wanted to feel more, say more and understand more, but everyone seemed not to feel or understand her... Her message was clear, just love, but this was too much for people to get. Why coudn’t all this be easier? She just wanted to love someone without losing herself in vague feelings. Maybe she was broken, maybe she was wrong, but that was all she had and all she knew from life. When it starts raining, the tears just fall down to earth, and I feel like crying and falling in to pieces. She had just one wish, but it was too far from reality, and she was not real, and just because she wasn’t real, she could exist and keep going on. She was the only part of us which really exists, that part we deny and push aside, but we know it is there. She was hope.”
It’s easy get what you want, but not what you need.
Sometimes we feel like everyday is an incomplete day. Sometimes you try to wake up from a dream and you realize you’re awake. Sometimes you just want a hug, but you are all alone.
Is it so wrong to stand up and make yourself clear? Is it a crime to speak out loud and be someone in the middle of the crowd? What if you think you were born to be special but the world seems not to see it...
This is a prayer for all the ones who try their hard but can’t sleep. For all the ones who keep a smile in their faces even when they feel everything is totally lost. For all the ones who ever felt like everyone needs an explanation but just don’t feel like giving it, because in fact there really isn’t one.
Tonight I embrace it and once more I hug the shadows of this empty room. I just wanted to have a star to shine here next to me, but in this universe, there is nothing but stardust.
quarta-feira, 25 de janeiro de 2012
DREAMS... Everybody has them. Some good, some bad. Some you wish you could forget. Sometimes you realize you've outgrown them. Sometimes you feel like they're finally coming true. And some of us, just have nightmares. But no matter what you dream, when morning comes, reality intrudes... and the dream begins to sleep away... XOXO.
What’s the secret of life?
Well, let me think for a while and I’ll give you an answer.... Uhm, I think it’ll take me more than some decades... Maybe in next life I’ll tell you. Hold still.
But while I find this out, let me talk about something that maybe I don’t really understand, but at least I can try to figure out: Dreams.
Well, we all have dreams and we always try to make them come true.
Some time ago, someone told me that dreaming too much is keep fooling yourself. I confess that when I heard it, I felt an urgent need to cry. How can I live without dreaming? Sometimes I think the best part of reality is the one that does not exist. What would be the light without the darkness?
I guess I can see the true colors in this case. Everything is just a question of perception. If you look at the mirror without interest, it will only show you defeat. You create your world, so be careful to not to do it wrong.
In our world, matter exists, but without imagination, the colors couldn’t make a Monalisa, the stone could never become David, and cells maybe wouldn’t be a human body.
History is made of dreams. When men couldn’t fly over the skies, someone believed that anything should exist across the ocean. Why was that possible? Weren’t they afraid of nothing? Of course they were, as we still are and we will always be, but it didn’t stop them, and it shouldn’t be able to stop us.
Perjaps, reality would be just too dry to be lived without dreams. Let’s go further: if the dreams didn’t exist, maybe life wouldn’t, either.
Watch your dreams, set your goals, move forward and never think it’s gonna be easy, but certainly worthy.
We need this force that pulls us ahead. If you feel the flame extinguishing, it’s because it’s time to renew things.
Think again, life isn’t yours for no reason