Juizo Final

And this is it.

Letting go it's easier
when holding on it's harder.

Must do

Não sei como te dizer isto, sem que o diga tal e qual o é:
Sinto a tua falta. Desde o início. Desde o fim.
Desde que viste tudo o que não sou.

Reality

I've got a ticket.

misplaced

Como a noite e o dia.

So if you come

Dont go

Tão vazia e tão cheia de mim.

What you feel, only matters to you.

Loneliness

"A minha solidão não tem nada a ver com a presença ou ausência de pessoas.
Detesto quem me rouba a solidão sem em troca me oferecer verdadeira companhia."
Nietsche

Everybody is sorry for something.

Há cretinos, imbecis, otários e convencidos.
E há uns que são tudo isso junto.

Ver "Lene Marlin- Sitting down here (OFFICIAL VIDEO)" no YouTube

These foolish things

"Oh will you never let me be?
Oh will you never set me free?
The ties that bound us are still around us
There´s no escape that I can see
And still those little things remain
That bring me happiness or pain
A cigarette that bears a lipstick's traces
An airline ticket to romantic places
And still my heart has wings
These foolish things
Remind me of you
A tinkling piano in the next apartment
Those stumbling words that told you what my heart meant
A fairground's painted swings
These foolish things
Remind me of you
You came, you saw, you conquered me
When you did that to me, I somehow knew that this had to be
The winds of march that make my heart a dancer
A telephone that rings - but who´s to answer?
Oh, how the ghost of you clings
These foolish things
Remind me of you
Gardenia perfume ling´ring on a pillow
Wild strawb´ries only seven francs a kilo
And still my heart has wings
These foolish things
Remind me of you
The park at evening when the bell has sounded
The isle de france with all the girls around it
The beauty that is spring
These foolish things
Remind me of you
I know that this was bound to be
These things have haunted me
For you´ve entirely enchanted me
The sigh of midnight trains in empty stations
Silk stockings thrown aside, dance invitations
Oh, how the ghost of you clings
These foolish things
Remind me of you
First daffodils and long excited cables
And candlelight on little corner tables
And still my heart has wings
These foolish things
Remind me of you
The smile of garbo and the scent of roses
The waiters whistling as the last bar closes
The song that crosby sings
These foolish things
Remind me of you
How strange, how sweet to find you still
These things are dear to me
That seem to bring you so near to me
The scent of smould´ring leaves, the wail of steamers
Two lovers on the street who walk like dreamers
Oh, how the ghost of you clings
These foolish things
Remind me of you, just you"

"Not a lot of people know what it feels like, do they? To be angry. In your bones. People understand. For a while. Then they expect the angry kid to do what he knows he can never do. To move on. To forget.

So they stopped understanding.

See, I figured it out too late. You have to hide the anger. Practice smiling in the mirror. Like putting on a mask."

An aimless young woman, forever scarred by childhood tragedy.

If it won't do me any good,
Please don't even bother.

Como um barco nas marés.

Sometimes the distance is more than two people can use.

«O Porto é o lugar onde para mim começam as maravilhas e todas as angústias.»
Sophia de Mello Breyner

Vais-me fazer falta.

Hoje, o dia rompeu triste. A minha Sacha veio buscar as últimas tralhas.
Disse-lhe, já com aquele aperto que conheço bem, que detestava despedidas. E como as detesto...
Despedimo-nos com um "até já", sorrisos e olhos tristes, de quem sabe bem que o tempo é imperdoável.
Já me fazes falta. E já te tenho saudades.
Até já.