Sem pressa

Pode não ser hoje, pode não ser agora. Mas eu estarei aqui. 

Reflections of the skyline

…and I wanna play hide-and-seek and give you my clothes.  Tell you I love your shoes. And sit on the steps while you take a bath. Massage your neck and kiss your face. And hold your hand, and go for a walk. Not mind when you eat my food, Meet you at rudy’s and talk about your day, and laugh at your paranoia! Give you tapes that you don’t listen to, watch great films, watch terrible films. Tell you about the TV programme I saw the night before and not laugh at your jokes. Want you in the morning but your sleep in for a while. Tell you how much I love your eyes, your lips, your neck, your tits, your arse. Sit on the steps smoking 'till your neighbours come home. Sit on the steps smoking ‘till YOU come home. Worry when you’re late and be amazed when you’re early. Give you sunflowers. Go to your party and dance. Be sorry when I’m wrong and happy when you forgive me. Look your photos. Wish I’d known you forever. Hear your voice in my ear. Feel you skin on my skin. Get scared when you’re angry and tell you “you’re gorgeous”. Hug you when you’re anxious, and hold you when you’re hurt.  Want you when I smell you. Offend you when I touch you. Whimper when I’m next to you. Whimper when I’m not. Dribble on your breast, smother you in the night and get cold when you take the blanket and hot when you don’t. And melt when you smile. Dissolve when you laugh but not understand how you think I’m rejecting you when I’m not rejecting you and wonder how you could think. I’d ever reject you. Wonder who you are but accept you anyway. Tell you about the “Tree Angel”, “The Enchanted Forest Boy”, who flew across the ocean because he loved you. Buy you presents you don’t want and take them away again. Ask you to marry me, and you’ll say “No” again, but keep on asking because though you think. I don’t mean it but I always have from the first time I asked you. I wander the city, thinking, but it’s empty without you. But I want what YOU want. Think I’m

losing myself but I’ll tell you the worst of me and try to give you the best of me, because you don’t deserve any less. Answer your questions when I’d rather not. And tell you the truth, when I really don’t want to and try to be

honest because I know you prefer it. And think it’s all over but “hang on for just ten more minutes”. Before you throw me out of your life, forget who I am and...let me try...closer to you and somehow communicate some of the

overwhelming, undying, overpowering, unconditional, all encompassing, heart enriching, mind expanding, ongoing, never ending,  LOVE.  I have for you. I love you. <3

P.S.: I can’t live without you. Stay with me forever?     

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QmxdZwcRxRo 

Como as coisas realmente são

Geralmente quando nos deitamos ficamos imaginando como seria nossa vida se mudássemos alguns pequenos detalhes que fazem toda a diferença. Existem aquelas pessoas que se preocupam só com a mudança física, querendo um corpo melhor, uma roupa melhor, até um namorado melhor, nunca satisfeitos com o que realmente tem. Seria bem mais fácil se tivéssemos algum botão que quando apertado, mudasse aquilo que nos incomoda. Mas as mudanças de que eu falo vão muito além de "futilidades" (não que eu não queira ter um corpo melhor, isso seria muito bom), mas eu falo de ficar imaginando como seria viver de uma outra forma. Morar sozinha, viver em outro país, poder falar "eu fico com garotas, mas e daí?", e por aí vai.  Mas esse botão não existe, e não há nada que faça mudar algumas realidades. O que podemos fazer é nos contentar com o que nós temos no momento e correr atrás para que isso mude e nos faça feliz. Eu não falo de felicidade completa, porque ela não existe. Não existe meeeesmo. Eu falo de felicidade pelo menos momentânea. Se sentir bem, pra mim isso quer dizer estar feliz.