libère moi

" Hey, you... You talk too much, please, be quiet , you're interrupting my concentration. I'm trying to save the world, but your annoying voice is getting me mad so please, shut your pretty little mouth , ok?! Good . So... Where I was? Oh yes, saving the world.... Things will be fine. People commit mistakes, but everyone deserve a second chance... Just be attentive, for not be fooled. I learned a lot with this... Trust is something hard. I trusted so deeply in many people, and easily, they broke, destroyed my confidence, left my heart and self-esteem to pieces. Was really difficult to rise up after this, but I learned, I grew up and changed very much. I started a jorney of self-love and self-respect; started to see myself first place, not in an egoistic way, but in a form of self-protection and self-appreciation... After this, so much has changed. Now, I put myself firts, so, if maybe another person came to add in my life, I will not anymore be a half, that need to be c...

" Walking through the fire, his eyes hidden secrets, revealing promises, telling stories and loves. The brown of his eyes were brighter than stars, or the treasures of a whole new world, or even the adventures in the past. His eyes were riddles,  mysterious constellations, oscillating in the equilibrium  of the universe. When I was lost, in middle of notes, sounds and rhythms, those eyes guided me,  to find light behind the darkness; when I was afraid and confused, they whispered me kind words; when I was alone, in the dark, they invited me to a dance, and than, I wasn't dancing alone anymore... Even with uncertain footsteps, they brought me security, and I had hopes that better days would come... His eyes, sweet and comfy, were the clear sure I needed, to be able to again, believe again in miracles.  " To H, with all the  affection, Y. 00:17hs. 16/12/2019.

It's so easy transform a love story in a horror movie; life keeps being cruel and unfair, but feel, still is the only thing i'm good at. Kinda sad, realize that you gave the world, for someone who never intended to stay.. And it's really hard to accept, that soon or later, everything will wither, end, disappear, die. The life is cyclic; one day you love, the next you lose. Between struggles and falls, we keep living, or trying, hoping that someday, reciprocity is the only unchanging truth in the world. Y. 21:37hs. 11/12/2019.

The problem with the silence is that, in the most of the time, he isn't the quiet stillness we expect. No, it has a tendency to make references and revelations too incisive to deal with so easily. And of course, we can't escape from the truth. When you shut up a voice that can't be contained, sooner or later, everything will explode, and the side effect will be painful and unquestionably, irreparable. And there are always the eyes... Treacherous liars, agile, volatile, sugary as a deadly poison; and there is also breath, failure, ragged, distressed and anxious, foreboding of catastrophe. And the lips, ah, portals of coziness and pain, soft, hot, cunning, indecipherable, skillful drivers of dreams and fantasies doomed to failure... And all this, in the silence of a hopeless mind. Y. 23:00hs. 08/12/2019. 

エッセンス - Essência. If I asked to the Sun , a reason to shine, he would tell me that the light is inside of me; and if I ask to the Moon , a reason to shine, she would tell me that there's beauty in the darkness. But, if I ask to the Eclipse , why I should shine, the answer would be simple: there's no light, without darkness, and there's no love, without hope. Y. 17:47hs. 08/12/2019.

#3  Min Yoongi - The love we can not have.    I listened this song for the first time a few weeks ago, at my 1st Recital of Lyric Singing, in the at the headquarters of school where I study... And was impossible don't fall out crying, while my mind flied freely, through my emotions. This magnificent piece made me remember of you... And of all the love I keep saved here, inside of me. Each note, every verse, each dissonance, dynamics and chord, struck me deeply. I listened with ears, but was my heart and eyes that expressed what I felt. While I watched the performance of my friend, while he sang, many flashes passed through my eyes, just like a movie.... I saw myself, standing, watching through a mirror, the sweet love story I've always dreamed about, but that had never belonged to me. I saw us two, you and I, in a simple little yellow house, with a little garden behind a white fence. I saw us, snug sitting on the couch, surrounded by many fluffy...