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3/22/2008 The bathroom ....The bathroom ....
What I will tell them and very funny, I was going to take bath, plus a shower in my house was burned ... rsrsrsrs. Alas I decided to heat water for me to bathe me, ta good, I decided that was ai catch a kettle and started to fill with water, suddenly he was there I only saw the rabinho and confuse me with a canudinho, I thought ai by the canudo mouth hahaha! I saw were stirring gritei my brother and he came very quick thought he must have found that I fall because I am very desajeitado. Ok! I talked to beat him what had happened he ran to catch the catch was very funny, the mouse run him and he rsrsr mouse. Finally, he mato the mouse, I am a person who loves taking bath then decided to take another and there I was, I suddenly appears another rat in the sink, I called again more not satisfied the mouse fled him and came over pra so you see me, I gave a cry and pulei the couch was very funny. The route is hidden in a such a way that neither I know where he was ... Necesito a alguien?Necesito a alguien? Quiero mirar a los ojos cuando hablo. ¿Qué escuchar mis tristezas y neurosis con paciencia. Y, sin embargo, tengo entendido, el respeto mis sentimientos. Necesito alguien que va a desempeñar junto a mí, sin tener que ser Invitados; Amigo alguien lo suficiente como para decirme la verdad de que No quiero oír, aun a sabiendas de que yo le odio por ello. Misteriosa, desacreditada, casi imposible: - La Amistad. ¿Qué teime para ser justos, sencillo y justo, que no va, pero en si, un día He perdido el oro y ya no es el sentimiento de celebración. Necesita un amigo que reciba con gratitud mi ayuda, mi Mano extendida. Incluso que es demasiado poco para sus necesidades. Necesito un amigo que también es socio y en farras Pesca en guerras y alegrías, y que en medio de la tormenta, gritos En el coro de mí: "Todavía nos reímos de todos" y se ríen mucho. No podía elegir quién me trajo al mundo, pero yo Elija mi amigo. Y en esa búsqueda empeño mi propia alma, pues con una amistad Cierto, la vida se vuelve más simple, más rica y más bella ... The pages of life********************************** And do not miss the hopes. Because many are the happy end ... And never forget the home: In the book of his life, the author is YOU! Trust yourself And give new direction to his life ... It is hard living without smiling, expect the worst, imagine the disease ... Be optimistic even at low tide ... The optimistic when loses the job, the boyfriend, or facing a problem, just think: "Arrumarei another job, Encontrarei another boyfriend, this problem is nothing to me ..." The optimistic and will always stand in front ... Any problem, as with fear, if agigantesca, took large proportions, hurt, disturbing, but esmorece and some, if viewed with courage ... I will be happy and ... Who tries to be better, at the direction of happiness. On a hill near the few things that succeed. Keep the soul most moments, in the minds conservo the words and take the skin smells, essences of a lifetime. In the eyes, click on each tear the images that instant, time of life, blow of fate that brought me here. Do not take map, no trace routes, confine myself to keep track. At click back the past, the front extends to the future, I am a walker, to move to any other place. I paused between lives, go around the short uncertain path between them, like a wire, which links the novelos, entrançados destinations in many lives, pieces of each and every one of us, of you. Prepares the soul, to cross the desert, empty of life, full of eus, questions and doubts by explaining, moments and moments of taste, and pain felt by males. I need to understand the information that recopilat, treat it and learn from all the mistakes, all the lessons received. I leave ago the stories, lots of words, meanings tied in silk yarn, sensations, touches and emotions agreed in me, for everyone, despertas in you, the letters that quietly fabric. I despeço why not childbirth, despeço me just because I, I, draught, in silence. I speak for me, write me, drawing me in esculpo me, filling the interior which was draining every sentence, every kiss, every carícia. Restore the colors that time empalideceu, repair the holes of the soul, saro the wounds open, lambendo them. I will let me stay, for a while, on me! ****** ****** It is my first time, there is always one, and not this first time that I write testimony. Never did not go there to do I say what?. I have an admirer and is someone who I do not know, I spoke with him by phone, I know the voice. Always fun and that's good, it appeared, and it was good, I have to rest because I have a number of problems, but this also happened. Good to the storms, the sun will announce later. Thus, positive, simple, educated, are people who take a wine, the good. Pedk. The images and ideas, we confuse ... I miss you! 3/16/2008 PensamentoO pensamento mais profundo, Torna-se um ciclo vicioso, Que confunde e atormenta o mundo, E repete-se sempre tenebroso; Temendo conhecer a real réplica, O maior pensamento, o mais íntimo, Aparece em posição tão estratégica, Que torna o mais profundo em mais ínfimo; Buscar sempre no pensamento de fato, Deixa-lo fluir livre, em toda vida, Porque antes de concretizarmos nossos atos, No pensamento a ação já está contida. SolidãoSolidão que destroça o peito, Que faz da alegria, da vida, grande tédio, Que cresce, toma forma sem remédio, Apenas pelo homem assim ter feito; A solidão sempre bate na porta, Por ser tão só e ter assim nascido, E mesmo o coração ferido, Rejeita a solidão, quer vê-la morta; Se pudessemos unir a solidão, que é calma, Com a paz alegre que sempre reanima, Fazendo o tédio pelo mutante, ter estima, Completando então as nossas almas... Sentir-se só, sentir-se simplesmente assim, Mas ser a mansa solidão, ser calma, Sentir-se presente, sentir-se apenas alma, E esperar unificar-se ao fim! 3/15/2008 A Noite... |
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