Passion

And I still feel this when I am around her. Seven years passed by and all it took was for me to see her again. I love another person now, and still I can absolutely not deny the raw passion I feel for her. Interesting thing the love is. She does not know, and won't, 'cause she is straight and in love with a guy, and I don't have courage to tell her how I have felt for years, actually. The fact that I am, too, engaged, loving and dating another person is another pretty nice reason about me not telling her. Guess this is what french people call passion. But it is the only thing I can do: guess.

I am alive

Hey there, I am still here. Just with no time for posting or whatever.

Alone again... now for a little span of time than before, I think

Bizarre Love Triangle

Every time i think of you
I feel shot right through with a bolt of blue
It's no problem of mine but it's a problem I find
Living a life that I can't leave behind
There's no sense in telling me
The wisdom of a fool won't set you free
But that's the way that it goes
And it's what nobody knows
While every day my confusion grows
Every time I see you falling
I get down on my knees and pray
I'm waiting for that final moment
You'll say the words that I can't say

I feel fine and I feel good
I'm feeling like I never should
Whenever I get this way, I just don't know what to say
Why can't we be ourselves like we were yesterday
I'm not sure what this could mean
I don't think you're what you seem
I do admit to myself
That if I hurt someone else
Then I'll never see just what we're meant to be
Every time I see you falling
I get down on my knees and pray
I'm waiting for that final moment
You'll say the words that I can't say

Sobre o amor...

"Há o amor... que nasce não sei onde, vem não sei como e dói não sei porque."
Carlos Drummond de Andrade

"É preciso sofrer depois de ter sofrido, e amar, e mais amar, depois de ter amado"
Guimarães Rosa

"Não sou tua dona! Apenas te amo. Por isso te liberto, pois para mim mais vale ver teu sorriso longe dos meus braços do que sentir tuas lágrimas a molhar meu peito!"
Vinícius de Moraes

"Todo mundo é capaz de dominar uma dor, exceto quem a sente"
Desconhecido

"O amor é o conflito entre nossos reflexos e nossas reflexões"
Desconhecido

"Todas as paixões nos levam a cometer erros, mas o amor faz-nos cometer os mais ridículos"
Desconhecido

"Deixe que o vento corra, coroado de espuma, que me chame e me busque galopando na sombra, enquanto eu, mergulhado nos teus imensos olhos, nesta noite imensa, descansarei, meu amor"
Pablo Neruda

As sem-razões do amor

As sem-razões do amor
Carlos Drummond de Andrade

Eu te amo porque te amo.
Não precisas ser amante,
e nem saber sê-lo.
Eu te amo porque te amo.
Amor é estado de graça
e com amor não se paga.

Amor é dado de graça,
é semeado no vento,
na cachoeira, no eclipse.
Amor foge a dicionários
e a regulamentos vários.

Eu te amo porque te amo
bastante ou demais a mim.
Porque amor não se troca,
nem se conjuga, nem se ama.
Porque amor é amor a nada,
feliz e forte em si mesmo.

Amor é primo da morte,
e da morte vencedor,
por mais que o matem (e matam)
a cada instante de amor.

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Depressive

I feel myself like made of glass. Seems I can break any time in millions pieces and never get them together again. It's not like me. I'm used to be strong and good mood (maybe black slice sarcastic humour, but still with good tirades), but by now I can cry about anything. Boring. This bother me at hell. Like if it's not enough, my so-bloody-hot desire just slip away from me. Can I kill someone? Oh yeah, my lovely GBA game Broken Sword have a fuckin' bug and, guess who and when it was activated? One hundred points to Slytherin (or what the damn other house you must be) to who said ME and FAR AWAY FROM BEGINNING (or CLOSE TO END). Just to make things better, I haven't idea about what to do with a huge work about a little complex theme from my university course. Oh, I might be depressive. So, I'm gonna ending the post by now.

Pain

My heart is bleeding. I feel hurt. Heartache. I'm suffering. I can't stay away from my love for such a time so long like this. It's not fair. I want scream. There is a knot in my chest... it's so damned worse than last night... need freedom. Freedom of love. Seems like if someone had pushed a little sword in and played with it. It's torturingly. Deadly, painly and fuckin' awful. It's horrible, kind of pain that don't go so fast which you wish. Make it go, love.

Magic afternoon

Bad night, bad dreams, but surprisingly a quite good afternoon. Today I felt a soft wind, kind of a breeze, in my face and remembered you. It was intimate, comfortable, sweet, full of peace and tenderness. Like your lips on mine. My hands in your face. Our bodies and souls turned in one. Today I could see you smiling at me, laughing heartfully and freely. And, I dont't know how, I know you could felt me too, today. In the sunset, I'm almost sure. Or when night falls and the sky change to a black tapestry with sparkling holes made by curious angels (I told you this story once). Or, who knows, you felt me at sametime, in a fierce, hot and fresh air, while sun kisses you creamy skin. It doesn't matter, in fact, the time when it occurried. What matter is that this afternoon was a touch of magic, a touch of love. A touch of you.