exorcising ghosts

Spreaded wings against bother! 
(ou, o pulo da gata... )

Care and sweetness prevail, aim higher in heart.

Nothing better than a a new love to replace an old one.

Bye!

he comes

... and birds go!

Strong winds blow, dropping tree leaves (already dry),

When swimming pools are empty, while car snow shelters starting to be assembled, it means the summer is over. 

It passes so quickly...

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evil forces

Past, he appears by names pronounced in angry moments.

They are a mistake, further, they are not mine.... It's a good thing. Thank God!

Fortunately, the envy of August ends now.

Good riddance. 

 

like a Cheshire Cat

...which appears and disappears in memories.

In spite of its supposed (snide) grin, I don't get amused when it comes, not at all! Many praises...

I wonder myself how important can be a pet in our lives, reaching a point of being irreplaceable.

Can it bring up old feelings with him? Or even worse: may other people be tied to?

Well, until arrive another one, it will be always shrouded in mystery all this affection.

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it is almost that

In Brazil, by virtue of 'Simpatia é Quase Amor' (a lively Carnival group of Rio), among other iffy situations, we believe that sympathy is almost love...

Well, I have my suspicions. 

not having a clue

What is necessary to be considered extraordinary? Being a "pitoune", a model wife, an excellent professional, a good lay?! Eventually, the best mother of all as well?!

Ok, I've never been a "tchutchuca" (besides never have been interested of...). That is not to say, though, I am ugly or even I have uglified. Furthermore, no one had never complained before!

Of course my body is not the same I used to have ten years ago, but comparing with other women of my age, I'm pretty ok. It's true. After all, the older you get, the better you get... like wine.

Loving to cook, changing for good our lives, the home one too... As a latin woman, taking care exceptionally of my man; moreover, I can also say: as nobody else! Additionally (not to mention!), having a dirty slut in bed is not a bad idea for men, is it?! 

(* Is it yet not enough?)

Give somebody an inch and they will take a mile... They are never satisfied. By the way, grass is always greener on the other side.

A look or a shape bad joke, an awkwardly placed word as a comparision to another one, or complimenting exs (particularly on their appearance)... Well, sometimes men can be both very ungreatful and nasty. Unfortunatelly.

Once I take past contrasts as examples, more certain I am they usually are pampered rebels without a cause.

"Ordinary"... ?! So are YOU (and all of them), too! Sorry, but none are a mannequin (or even a standard: in this case, unhealthy thinness due to a regular use of drugs, hairy pussy, or large sagging breasts - typical of North Americans). 

So, I can say loud and clear, and in plain Portuguese : EU SOU MAIS EU! (exactly the way I am... with my 'bed room' eyes, dark curly hair, a nonsmoker smile, my skilled little mouth without bad breath, a scared little tummy, my tanned "snake" skin, a beauty spots constellation, my old and faded tattoos, nails painted, a nice pair for foot fetishism, firm medium sized natural tits, athletic legs, and a Brazilian wax and ass)

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Men: can't live with them, can't kill them.

tome um dreher

Como as coisas são... (!)

Com o ex, não consegue transar sem lubrificante e prefere dispensar sexo oral. Para o novo gatinho, dá até a bunda a seco.

Que dureza! Mas acontece...

ex

Ex são para ser EXceção – seja pelo fim (porque não deu certo, e sempre queremos que seja o contrário), ou por um possível repeteco. Serve de EXemplo, pela EXperiência adquirida. EXcita porque te conhece, mas EXpulsa qualquer possibilidade de novo... Não adianta: não vai mudar. Criamos em cima deles EXpectativas frustradas na “EX”perança que dê certo, enfim.

Quando longe, são ótimos, mas de pertinho não tem jeito... não podem ser levados a sério, fogem da situação, mostram toda sua covardia. Então fica claro: ex deveriam ser EXcluídos, definitivamente, de nossas vidas, principalmente se não estão mais inseridos no contexto atual, vivendo em outra cidade, e se ficaram para trás, literalmente. É um erro insistir neles.

EXcuse me, mas não quero mais.