... eine traurige Stimmung ....

Ao acordar hoje senti-me pesada ... até o simples acto de levantar da cama me pareceu mais doloroso ... uma sensação de peso dentro do meu peito, uma tristeza que carregava o meu rosto e o meu olhar e que agora ainda me parece dificil colocar de parte!!!

Este é de todos os sentimentos aquele que mais me desgasta, que me torna impotente e indiferente ao que me rodeia! Seja por saudade, receio de algo ou simplesmente sem razão tomou-me ... e ... queima-me o coração....

What am I??!!

All my life I've questioned myself about what is my purpose in life...

I remember writing a lot about it as a teenager... I wrote millions of words trying to understand which was my role in this stage of life... Obviously, I never got to any conclusion... there were so many questions to which I never found the answer...

I suppose I was waiting for the future, waiting that it bring me all the answers I was looking for!

Now... that I'm older I realise that the answers were never found...

My days are spent working, studying, laughing and in a certain way, loving... but the questions "What is my name? Where am I coming from? Where am I going?" are a complete "fusillade of question-marks."(Ciaran Carson), to which I'm not able to find the answer.

Sometimes I feel like a child who is always asking about the world around her, trying to understand the reasons why...

Apenas mais um fim de semana

Muito se poderia dizer sobre este último fim de semana, o qual foi
repleto de alegria, descoberta e essencialmente aprendizagem...
No entanto, EU resumo-o a um som, algumas palavras e uma imagem...

Fica sempre a esperança que não tenha sido apenas mais um ...

"Are you lost or incomplete?
Do you feel like a puzzle, you can't find your missing piece?
Tell me how do you feel?
(...)
Let's talk"

Coldplay

Um pequeno momento, mas ... Supremo

São imensas as coisas que se aprende durante uma aula de Literatura Inglesa Contemporânea, entre elas novas vozes, que nos relembram de como um pequeno momento pode ser simplesmente supremo...

That hot September night, we slept in a single bed,
naked, and on our frail bodies the sweat cooled and renewed itself.
I reached out my arms and you, hands on my breasts, kissed me. Evening of amber.

Our nightgowns lay on the floor where you fell to your knees
and became ferocious, pressed your head to my stomach,
your mouth to the red gold, the pink shadows; except
I did not see it like this at the time, but arched

my back and squeezed water from the sultry air
with my fists. Also I remembered hearing, clearly
but distantly, a siren some streets away —
de da de da de da — which mingled with my own
absurd cries, so that I looked up, even then, to see my fingers counting themselves, dancing.

Carol Ann Duffy

Penso que apenas uma mulher poderia descrever tão bem um momento que só a si pertence!!!

Fighting Against Desire...

I cannot let you burn me nor can I resist you.

No mere human can stand in a fire and not be consumed.

Christabel LaMotte

Não te esqueças de viver....

Há coisas bem piores
do que ser sozinho.
Mas às vezes levamos décadas
a percebê-lo.
E ainda mais vezes
demasiado tarde
e não há nada pior
que demasiado tarde.

Charles Bukowsky

....

It's incredible the power of a smile...

It has the power to turn the night into day, to turn the saddest awake into the happiest one!!

Music

One of my favourite singers is Damien Rice... I have only known his music for a few months, but after listening to the first song The Blowers' Daughter I have fallen in love with that wonderful voice...

and so it is
just like you said it should be
we'll both forget the breeze...

I am sure you will recognize it, Susana!! ;)