tide

I cry when the emotions I carry inside me, intimately, they spill over.

My outlet... necessary!

For good or ill.

Intense.

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marked

Scars are left by remembrances of anything which hurt, but is already healed.

Everybody has ours... acidental or roused ones.

Some remember why they are there, using as an example so as to move on, many try to forget, other simply blot out them.

time to say goodbye

It’s a difficult simple act, mainly when is destined to who we love. On the other hand, it is necessary... This special moment is awaited by everybody, although no one wants to do that indeed.

Which is the best way to behave (while demosntrating you'll miss them)? I hope my family don’t think I’m insensible only because I don’t feel myself comfortable at that moment.

I try to contain my tears not to show them my emotion, all my weakness in not to be able to shed tears with no problem. In fact, it is a matter of not to know how to say ‘I love you’ easily.

Lastly, a simple ‘goodbye’ came timidly. After turned on the heel, though, I burst into them… working its pump. (No, I’m not so cold as I seem…)

From now, it's better for me to prepare myself to do it more often - crying or not.

bye bye

It's time to get in touch with things we always used to dream about (or we only used to care about - actually, doesn't matter... both verses of Tecnicolor mean I did everything wrong when I "accapted" abaseing myself for him.

Finally, it's enough! Even still interested, I can say 'no' and go out, leaving him in his reality (which I confess I haven't understood yet - and I won't, though...). I reckon it is easier when you have another measure to compair and verify how stupid you have been being giving credit to someone who simply doesn't deserve it/you!  

If I (still) love him? Of course not...! First of all, I love myself. It's quite good to say that "cured".

Thus, finally, it's time to say goodbye. Or rather: au revoir!

hope wailing

No one would dispute: cry is healthy.

At least once a month we should sobbing... actually, burst into tears. Pour out the heart is the best medicine.

Weeping helps to wash the soul. Then, we are ready for anything, free of any dragged weight inside us, to keep on moving.

All in all, I wish that many tears of joy will be shed soon.

tears-welled eyes

Lately, I’m getting everything under my skin. I’m deeply sensitive. It’s happening exactly what Zeca Baleiro sings:

“Ando tão à flor da pele que qualquer beijo de novela me faz chorar”

Not only watching soap operas… I’ve cried with both movies and news on TV! Recently I was in tears while Wall-E was playing - yes, an animation to fun children! Impressing.

Yesterday I was moved by seeing the prince asking the princess if she was happy with their wedding… So cute (soul-stirring - I would say).

Perhaps it is occurring with me in reason of many doubts, some needs… much sensibility with no target. Besides being woman - which helps a lot too, I confess.

By any means, sometimes I wonder my self if I really hit rock bottom this time or if it is a mere heavy phase that I‘m passing through. Maybe. I hope that it comes under another head.

Let’s wait to see what is reserved for the next chapters - with or without tears.

à flor da pele

Aviões caem, enchentes devastam municípios, o dólar está em baixa, a gripe continua, o trânsito em São Paulo está parado, sinais remotos de desbloqueios comerciais são dados, relatórios seguem alertando sobre o aquecimento global... E eu aqui, tocada pelas questões do mundo, ardente pelo queimar de meu interior.

Se ‘qualquer beijo de novela me faz chorar...’, lavo roupa, rego as plantas, encho baldes. Ao que tudo indica, tenho a lua em câncer (e dizem que isso explicaria MUITA coisa sobre as lágrimas que não se agüentam em mim e tendem a cair). SEMPRE fui chorona.

O que me deixa assim, tão sensível, de fato, intriga-me. Seria a saudade de momentos que não vão se repetir, a possibilidade de poder dar um passo sem destino certo, o tumulto na mente que compensa o coração vazio, a certeza que sozinha não sou tão forte, o desconhecido futuro que nos aguarda? Gostaria de saber, mas nem sei... meus sentimentos estão à flor da pele, num doce fel.