Awakening

Eu abri aquela porta.
Chovia muito.
Sai descalça.

Pisando na lama.
Estragando a calça branca.
Encharcando a alma.

Inseri em mim uma via
Coloquei-me a caminho...
Pisei em pedras.

Acordando...

Despertar é preciso.
Mais que andar,
Comer... ou mesmo respirar.

É preciso Despertar.
Pra viver outro sonho.

Música de Hoje: Imaginary

Mas a imaginação pode ser colorida...


Imaginary
Evanescence

 

Oh, paper flowers
Oh, paper flowers

I linger in the doorway
Of alarm clock screaming
Monsters calling my name
Let me stay
Where the wind will whisper to me
Where the raindrops
As they're falling tell a story

In my field of paper flowers
And candy clouds of lullaby
I lie inside myself for hours
And watch my purple sky fly over me

Don't say I'm out of touch
With this rampant chaos, your reality
I know well what lies
Beyond my sleeping refuge
The nightmare I built
My own world to escape

In my field of paper flowers
And candy clouds of lullaby
I lie inside myself for hours
And watch my purple sky fly over me

Swallowed up in the sound of my screaming
Cannot cease for the fear of silent nights
Oh, how I long for the deep sleep dreaming
The goddess of imaginary light

In my field of paper flowers
And candy clouds of lullaby
I lie inside myself for hours
And watch my purple sky fly over me

Oh, paper flowers
Oh, paper flowers

From dusk...

A Lua avisa.
Me preparo pra transformação.
Tudo vai mudar.

Um novo ciclo começa.
Uma nova era.

Sei que terei
Que enfrentar a dor,
A angustia.

O ser eu.

O aceitar.


Meu problema
O de sempre...

É ser eu!

Não aceitar.
Se rebelar...

A idade te empresta paciência...
Te vende calma.

Mas não te prepara.
Só a experiência o faz.

A Lua, me chama.
Eu sou um Lobo
E a Obedeço.

Espero apenas
Passar incólume,
Até a Lua Cheia.

E ai me transformar.

E ser Eu Inteira.

Música de hoje: The Impossible Dream

Ah, nem sofrendo eu to.
Bom quando isso acontece.
Eu queria um amor que me desce felicidade.

Encontrei no platônico,
No Impossível,
Aquele fio de felicidade.

Hopeless, eu sei...
Mas sem ansiedade,
Sofrimento

Apenas um sonhar e viver o momento.
Com um sorriso...

The Impossible Dream
Elvis Presley

To dream the impossible dream
To fight the unbeatable foe
To bear with unbearable sorrow
To run where the brave dare not go

To right the unrightable wrong
To be better afar than you are
To try when your arms are too weary
The reach the unreachable star

This is my quest, to follow that star
No matter how hopeless,
No matter how far
To fight for the right
Without question or pause
To be willing to march into hell
For a heavenly cause

And I know if I'll only be true
To this glorious quest
That my heart will lie peaceful and calm
When I'm laid to my rest

And the world would be better for this
That one man scorned and covered with scars
Still strove with his last ounce of courage
To reach the unreachable star

Hoje só calmaria...

Não da pra dançar...
Não da pra pular...
Nem pra correr.
Se bem q desse nem sinto falta.
Eu realmente prefiro andar a correr, talvez pq não saiba correr direito.

Hj tem lançamente de livro.
Tem visita a amigas
Leitura de Taroh, e depois um buraquinho

Nada de dançar.
Mas farei do mundo minha pista de dança na minha cabeça!

"Gotta turn the world into your dance floor
Determinate
Determinate
Push until you can't and then demand more
Determinate
Determinate
You and me together
We can make it better
Gotta turn the world into your dance floor
Determinate
Determinate"

Frio...

Eu chego,
Abro o note...
E lá esta você.
A primeira que vejo.
Uma imagem no
Amontoado de informações.

Você.

Não tem sorriso.
Mas me lembro de como é.
Não tem cor.
Mas elas pulam, na lembrança.

Você.

E me pego espantando
O frio estranho no verão.
Com a sua imagem.
Aquecendo.

Você.

A Saudade vem...
Preenchendo poderosa.
Mas ainda assim,
Calida, intima...

Espero, sem ânsia.
E a ânsia é apenas desejo.
E meus sonhos levam a você.
E ae o frio se vai de vez...

Na minha mente...
Só Você...

Mamografia...

Cara isso Dóiiiii

Dóiii muito, mas é necessário.

http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mamografia

Só queria saber por que não inventaram ainda um processo menos dolorido...

Meu problema é que sendo uma mulher de PEITO, tenho sempre q fazer mais q uma vez pois sou sempre subvalorizada pelos técnicos.

Se não fosse a dor seria, até bacana...


Façam sempre, que é um exame preventivo dos mais eficientes.

Música de Hoje: Even In The Quietest Moments

Eu queria que você soubesse...
Estou pensando em você.



Even In The Quietest Moments
Supertramp

Even in the quietest moments
I wish I knew
What I had to do
And even though the sun is shining
Well I feel the rain
Here it comes again, dear


And even when you showed me
My heart was out of tune
For there's a shadow of doubt
That's not letting me find you too soon


The music that you gave me
The language of my soul
Oh Lord, I want to be with you
Won't you let me come in from the cold?


Don't you let the sun fade away
Don't you let the sun fade away
Don't you let the sun be leaving
Won't you come to me soon


And even though the stars are listening
And the ocean's deep
I just go to sleep
And then I create the silent movie
You become the star
Is that what you are, dear?


Your whisper tells a secret
Your laughter brings me joy
And a wonder of feeling
I'm Nature's own little boy
But still the tears keep falling
They're raining from the sky
Well there's a lot of me got to go under
Before I get high


Don't you let the sun disappear
Don't you let the sun disappear
Don't you let the sun be leaving
No, you can't be leaving my life
Say that you won't be leaving my life
Say that you won't be leaving my life
Say won't you please, stay won't you please
Say won't you please, stay won't you please
Lord, won't you come and get into my life
Lord, won't you come and get into my life
Say won't you please, stay won't you please
Say won't you please, stay won't you please
Oh Lord, don't go


And even when the song is over
Where have I been
Was it just a dream?
And though your door is always open
Where do I begin
May I please come in, dear?

As vezes numa canção...

Sua vida parece que esta nela.
Ou apenas um pedaço.

As vezes, como magica,
Destinos se cruzam.
Harmonia.

Como numa canção.

Eu já vi isso varias vezes.
Uma musica vem embalar meu dia.
E ela se materializa.

Concreta,
Melódica,
ritmada...

Como uma canção.

Eu sempre tento escrever,
Uma letra pra traduzir.
Mas não consigo.

Queria, mas...
Meus sentimentos sempre
Ultrapassam a realidade.

Quase nunca rimam...
Nem melodia
Nem Harmonia...

Mas pra uma piada.
Que pra uma canção.

Música de Hoje: Dreams

Na maioria das vezes preciso de uma lembrança.
Esqueço.
Me traio.
Tenho q lembrar de mim.

E ae eu lembro.
A Vida é uma festa.
Se não for, eu faço virar piada.

Minha vida.
Altos e baixos.
Como todo mundo.

Em Branco e preto.
Minha qualidades
Meus defeitos.

Somente, eu, eu mesma, a Biss e a Ivana.



Dreams
Van Halen

World turns black and white
Pictures in an empty room
Your love starts fallin' down
Better change your tune, yeah


You reach for the golden ring
Reach for the sky
Baby, just spread your wings


We'll get higher and higher
Straight up, we'll climb
We'll get higher and higher
Leave it all behind


Run, run, run away
Like a train runnin' off the track
Got the truth bein' left behind
Falls between the cracks


Standin' on broken dreams
Never losin' sight, ah
Well just spread your wings


We'll get higher and higher
Straight up, we'll climb
We'll get higher and higher
Leave it all behind


So baby dry your eyes
Save all the tears you've cried
Oh, that's what dreams are made of
'Cause we belong in a world that must be strong
Oh, that's what dreams are made of


Yeah, we'll get higher and higher
Straight up, we'll climb
Higher and higher
Leave it all behind
We'll get higher and higher
Who knows what we'll find?


So baby dry your eyes
Save all the tears you've cried
Oh, that's what dreams are made of
Oh baby, we belong in a world that must be strong
Oh, that's what dreams are made of


And in the end on dreams we will depend
'Cause that's what love is made of

Musica de Hoje: Castle Of Glass

Castle Of Glass
Linkin Park

Take me down to the river bend.
Take me down to the fighting end.
Wash the poison from off my skin.
Show me how to be whole again.

Fly me up on a silver wing
Past the black, where the sirens sing.
Warm me up in a nova's glow.
And drop me down to the dream below.

Cause I'm only a crack
In this castle of glass
Hardly anything there for you to see.
For you to see...

Bring me home in a blinding dream,
Through the secrets that I have seen.
Wash the sorrow from off my skin
And show me how to be whole again.

Cause I'm only a crack in this castle of glass
Hardly anything there for you to see.
For you to see..

Cause I'm only a crack in this castle of glass
Hardly anything else I need to be

Cause I'm only a crack in this castle of glass
Hardly anything there for you to see.
For you to see..

The Raven: Edgar Allan Poe

The Raven
By Edgar Allan Poe

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
 Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
 While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
 As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
 "'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door-
 Only this, and nothing more."

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
 And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
 Eagerly I wished the morrow;- vainly I had sought to borrow
 From my books surcease of sorrow- sorrow for the lost Lenore-
 For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore-
 Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
 Thrilled me- filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
 So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
 "'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door-
 Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;-
 This it is, and nothing more."

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
 "Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
 But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
 And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
 That I scarce was sure I heard you"- here I opened wide the door;-
 Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
 Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
 But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
 And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore!"
 This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!"-
 Merely this, and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
 Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
 "Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice:
 Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore-
 Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;-
 'Tis the wind and nothing more."

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
 In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore;
 Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed
 he;But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door-
 Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door-
 Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
 By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore.
 "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
 Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore-
 Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
 Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
 Though its answer little meaning- little relevancy bore;
 For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
 Ever yet was blest with seeing bird above his chamber door-
 Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
 With such name as "Nevermore."

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
 That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
 Nothing further then he uttered- not a feather then he fluttered-
 Till I scarcely more than muttered, "other friends have flown before-
 On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before."
 Then the bird said, "Nevermore."

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
 "Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store,
 Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
 Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore-
 Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
 Of 'Never- nevermore'."

But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,
 Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
 Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
 Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore-
 What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore
 Meant in croaking "Nevermore."

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
 To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
 This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
 On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er,
 But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er,
 She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
 Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor.
 "Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee- by these angels he hath sent thee
 Respite- respite and nepenthe, from thy memories of Lenore!
 Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!"
 Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!- prophet still, if bird or devil!-
 Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
 Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted-
 On this home by horror haunted- tell me truly, I implore-
 Is there- is there balm in Gilead?- tell me- tell me, I implore!"
 Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil- prophet still, if bird or devil!
 By that Heaven that bends above us- by that God we both adore-
 Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
 It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore-
 Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore."
 Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

"Be that word our sign in parting, bird or fiend," I shrieked, upstarting-
 "Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
 Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
 Leave my loneliness unbroken!- quit the bust above my door!
 Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
 Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
 On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
 And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
 And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
 And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
 Shall be lifted- nevermore!

Passagens...

Olhei pela janela.
A saudade estava lá do lado.
Meus olhos caíram, de novo,
na foto.
De novo aquele, frio.
Aquele desconforto...
... no estomago.

Ao mesmo tempo o calor,
a mente corre...

Uma parte de mim,
A Criança...
Quer te ligar,
Te contar historias
Te fazer rir.

A outra parte,
Aquela que quer pensar.
Diz que ta tudo bem...
Acalma...
... controla...

Essa parte...
Ela sabe que é bom ver seu sorriso.
Ela adora cada momento q passa com você
Ela tem vontades de você...

Mas principalmente,
Sabe que você nem sabe disso...
E então segura tudo, e aproveita o que tem.

Cara, essa parte minha é mor esperta!

Ofuscação...

Não me escondo.
Permaneço a vista.
Você não me vê.

Ou não sabe.
Não percebe.

Sombra.

Nessa vida que levo.
Você é o doce,
A cor, Arco-íris.

Eu represento
O oposto.

Sua luz me contagia.
E te persigo,
Tal qual, pequenos seres.

E no entento,

Disfarço,
Invisível.
Te observo.


Para saber mais: http://racasderpgeduardoteixeira.blogspot.com.br/2010/09/vampiros-disciplina-ofuscacao.html

Vivenda...

Verão Onírico.
Nas nuvens apenas um saber.
No alto da montanha
Algodão doce.

E você e eu...

Sem saber
Sem Ligar
Passeando de mãos dadas...
Navegando.

Seu olhar ao longe
Meu olhar com o seu
A chuva molha o corpo
Acompanha a canção.

A casa branca
A grama fresca
A sombra boa
As frutas maduras

E eu e você....

A palavra na boca
Coração não cala
A garganta seca
Emoção preenchendo.

E ae, acordei...
Vou tentar continuar sonhando hoje
Só
Você e eu....