unicidades

Já não dói mais tua ausência. Talvez nunca tenha sido tua falta que doía. Mas essa idéa absurda e obssessiva que de poderia ser diferente. Que tua presença teria sido como era esperada. Mas minhas expectativas eram demasiadas pois tu, tu não eras. E quem será?

Asking instead of using Google would've been nicer.

One day he e-mailed her saying that her essay had taken him to a street in Paris.

I am starting tango again tonight. I am looking forward to it. I can't wait to walk like a cat again.

What kind of name is Rhoderic? Rhoderic Land? It's the name of a voice. A voice that echoes as I walk towards my bed. It's the name of a voice I carry inside of me. It's the voice that helps me cope and move forward. He had me when I heard his first song. For a moment - I couldn't think. I was flying and I didn't need anything else. Rhoderic Land.

Foi declarada na manhã desta quinta-feira - ou teria sido pela tarde? Não foi possível precisar... - que o amor levou o tiro de misericórdia. Não houve tempo de salvá-lo. Nenhuma das partes compareceu para dialogar. O amor apenas esvaiu-se e ao esvair-se acenou eletronicamente em ambas caixas postais das pessoas envolvidas. Falou-se um pouco sobre esperar, sonhos, certezas e futuro. Pouco foi concluído acerca da veracidade de tais fatos. Entre tantas incertezas, o que restou será arquivado no sistema. A parte positiva deste capítulo será arquivada no setor chamado “boas lembranças”. A parte considerada negativa será arquivada em setor que não foi revelado pelas testemunhas. O caso foi encerrado a partir das 16:00pm desta sexta-feira na qual uma das partes informou a outra parte que a mudança de endereço, em documentos oficiais, se fazia mais do que urgente tendo em vista o súbito desaparecimento e falência dos sentimentos de uma das partes. Fica portanto registrado o encerram

Noites em que foste embora. E noites de tormenta. Noites de um azul que acalanta. Noites de primavera. Noites frias. Noites de outono. Noites de jazz. Noites em que, sozinha, reflito. Noite que uma voz apenas. Vem. Noites em que ressoam vozes. E caem mascaras. Noites em que umidas as vidracas se convertem em espelhos. Noites em que em Frances me cantas.

All that Jazz.

"I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom feelings are much stronger as reason. I am so thirsty for the marvelous that only the marvelous has power over me. Anything I cannot transform into something marvelous, I let go. Reality doesn't impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls." Anais Nin

My body teems with memories of you/And the streets of a lost city teem with the memories of you and me/ We teem with the memories of each other/ Your red walls teem with dreams of us/ My instants teem with centuries of memories of you/ My hands teem with your senses and memories of you/ My blood teemswith kisses that I imagine you're sending me/ I try to combine reason and senses but it's pointless/ My body teems with silent yet pungent vestiges of you.

Karma. Newton's Third Law.

Dear Diary, I've been getting tired of people lately. People do and say things that baffle me. I wonder: do I do the same? Do I baffle you with my "arrogance", my demands? So, I was online looking at JDate, because of a friend of mine and I found a very interesting profile. I started laughing so hard, I couldn't control myself. I ponder: why did he have to do that? I mean, what was the real reason for him not to go out with me? Was it my blog? Was it my aspirations? Was it my history? Was it the drama? Well, I guess I will never know as I am planning on not talking to him anymore. I went out for coffee yesterday with someone from that website. I am looking for friends. Both women and men. Those 1 and 1/2 hours were long. I felt like leaving when I got there. It's a good thing I had the clarity and the guts to tell the person that I didn't think we were even compatible as friends. I couldn't imagine having a conversation with him again. It amazes me that we

Six Questions of Socrates . Oh...I have plenty more.

I need to take classes: sketching, sewing, GMAT prep course, creative writing. It seems like everything’s on hold. I am reading a book on ADD. I check my phone to see if you called or texted me. People let me down. I let myself down this time. I don’t like when people have an overdeveloped sense of entitlement. Your actions: I play your actions on my mind over and over again. Why did you miss so many opportunities to tell me the things that you knew I needed to know? Walk, think. Cry. Miss. Breathe. There’s no poetry. I have to work on my NPR pieces as soon as possible. I came home last night and cooked some Ukrainian salad and seafood soup. I decided to cook this entire week. It was relaxing, distracting. The soup came out good, but not as good as the one I had the day before at a friend’s house. My new friend is a twenty-something doctor trying to make it here. She’s bright, she can be funny. She wants to help people. According to her, she can give them a second chance. I almost didn

Key West Weekend Photos.

For those of us who believe in librarianship. I love my librarian award.

What's life all about after all?

I learned that I trust people until they prove me wrong. I learned that I am naturally beautiful and I don't want botox, plastic surgery or drugs to make me feel prettier or happier. I learned that I stand up for my values. I learned that I hate lies more than I had imagined. I learned that I feel fine being who I am. I might not have what you were looking for, but I am not going to change who I am to be with you or anybody else. I don't need to be fixed. There's nothing wrong with me.

Source: Postsecret.

you have to be smart. funny. sexy. you have to make enough money. you have to be sophisticated. you have to be intelligent. you have to say the right things. you have to be. you have to have energy. you have to work out. you have to recycle. you have to learn quickly. you have to be wild. you have to agree. you have to eat less. you have to take care of yourself. you have to pay bills. you have to study hard. you have to have the best. you have. you have to free yourself.

Photo by VC. Marco Island, FL. 08/2009.

I knew I couldn't afford to have my heart broken again, but I decided to give it another shot. I closed my eyes that evening, I didn't think about anything else besides seeing you. As it hapenned the first time, I had plans. My plans never work with you. My plans sink when I am around you. I am sure loneliness also plays a role. Our connection was missing two important links: trust and respect. That initial contentment has given space to a very deep feeling of resentment. So I changed my mind because of you. Twice. I gave in. I gave up. This morning you grabbed your things again. This time with a very dilated sense of pride. You said: You don't know what you're throwing away. My answer to that? Good luck finding someone else who's going to be compatible with you. The first time, we lasted for about 4 months. This time we celebrated our first month together by saying goodbye. I am not interested in the drama of life anymore. All I want is to be alone, at peace with

Tenho sentido-me pequenina. Pequenina.

I used to have a friend who once went to the OR to observe heart cases. He said he was going to be there for two days and that they were all heart cases . It's always about hearts. We are all heart cases.

Siempre Bajofondo.

Why does it hurt so much?