"teus lábios são labirintos..."

Quem nunca falou algo sem pensar e depois se arrependeu? Nos sentimos como criminosos e às vezes não conseguimos encontrar perdão em nós mesmos. O coração aperta quando somos sinceros demais - mas será que isso existe? Ser sincero demais? Ou se é sincero ou não se é.

Um erro comum, que não consegui tirar da consciência, não importa se bebi, se saí, ou que fiz... Ele me perseguiu até me encontrar onde quer que eu fosse. As unhas sendo vítimas silenciosas da consciência de um crime sem perdão.

E repito...

"Teus lábios são labirintos que atraem os meus instintos mais sacanas. O teu olhar, sempre distante, sempre me engana... Eu sigo a tua pista todo dia da semana. Eu entro sempre na tua dança de cigana..."

Para onde vamos? Where are we going?

"Não precisamos saber pra onde vamos, nós só precisamos ir..." Infinita Highway - Engenheiros do Hawaii

"We don't need to know where we're going, we just need to go..." Endless Highway - Engineers from Hawaii

A place my heart misses...

There's a place my heart misses everytime the fresh fall breeze flows around me... I feel the soft blow of the wind on my face and immediately I am transported to a place where waking up with the sun is delightful and falling asleep early is incredibly natural... In my mind I can see a golden mare galloping under the morning sun, exhibiting her blond beauty and still wild nature.
Her name is Sol, Sun in english. She truly was like the sun, my sun. She was hot and wild, but warm and gentle. Beautiful, and for as long as I could, I made my life revolve around her... Every free time I had, I'd spend with her. She was a young girl to me, with her recently completed 3 years of age. Whenever I woke up, I'd get dressed and rush myself to the stables where she'd be and I'd feed her. I could spend the whole morning grooming her beautiful golden fur and watching her trot here and there... Everything about my quarter mile/mangalarga marchador mare was absolutely magnificent...
Just the thought of all those afternoons I spent with her brings joy and a peaceful place to my heart. Once again I am there holding that strong neck and petting her forehead. And this is where my heart goes everytime Saudade knocks on its door.

Love, Dreaming and Stories

"If there's no love in your heart, there's no dreaming, no stories, nothing..." (Australia)

How true is this?
Without love, nothing grows. Our dreams give us stories and songs, and so much more! We must have some kind of love withing ourselves to be able to live, and grow, and create, and inspire and be inspired...

It's about time...

When will it be the right time? The time to grow up, to be a responsible adult?
When should I be the kid and when should I be the one in charge?
When do I have to do this or that?
Is it time to wake up yet or do I get 5 more minutes?

About time to leave or will you stay another night? I'm not allowed to ask for it, but I wish you'd stay... I'll miss you when you leave and the lingering smell of your perfume on my shirt won't let me forget you were here... That I had you this close once.
Of course we've been through a lot, but that's how life is... And I'd go through a lot more if I knew you'd be by side all along.
I guess that's not so much for wishful thinking...
After all... It IS wishful...

Even if it's a thought.

The girl who never...

Do we really move on with our lives?
I have my doubts...

Really, if you stop and give it a minute of thought, you might agree with me. For example, don't we always say that we're the sum of all the things that happened in the past because, somehow, they made us into what we are today? So, how can we TRULY move on with anything if most of those things - if not all of them - become our luggage in the journey called LIFE?

Makes sense, hun? I know! It's creepy! But it's so true!
So, in a way, I think we make the wounds heal, but we carry the scar forever.
It doesn't matter if it's an unbelievably amazing event or the most humiliating moment of your life, you'll always carry both, even if you say you won't. Unless, of course, if you suffer from memory loss and such.
Other than that, it's your burden forever, your big fat past that is your living history and is attatched to you no matter where you go or what you do. But maybe that's a good thing!
Or can you imagine waking up one fine morning and wonderig: "Oh, crap! Who am I? Where am I? Shoot!".
Happened to a few people in the world. Big "uh-oh" for them. My feelings to them and I pray to God that'll never happen to me. I'm not proud of all my memories, but they're mine. It's me, it's ALL me.

Think again when you wish you could forget something!
That's my piece of advice!