amateur

First of all, I hate when is used SMS while it’s possible date people.  Unfortunately, some guys prefer to communicate aloof, sending you some text in stead of call and invite you to take some drinks, talk… whatever! (everything which is possible to be done between two people)

Some cell company's here, in Brazil, support in their advertisings my concept. Inclusively, they present many advantages to have credit on your mobile just to be able to call anyone. So, follow it: be a caller, not a amateur! - please. (By the way... never call collect!)

Stupid, men sometimes miss good opportunities of pleasing… being closer, for a song. Calling permits to have a instantaneous answer, besides feel the intentions of the other who speaks while hearing his voice... For instance, it’s not essential put a ‘kiss’ in every end of the message. However, it’s cute. Furthermore (and mainly:) women both observe and care about that! - this is a case when cheap becomes expensive. SMS could be not profitable!

All in all, without any kiss, I’m going my way, following my intuition and choosing what is worth (or not) for me… what has satisfy me at the moment. Certainly, it’s not being unimpressed, apart, that will me turn me on, overwhelm me, make me crush on him.

Nice verses in lyrics and no one to impress me… Stuff it! 

I hope not to be one when trusting in people.  I sincerely believe that it is essential for a better world since every one does his bit, keep his promises.

My dying word: hope.

all kisses I haven’t given, all hugs I haven’t received

If I've regretted something, it is a kind of caress that I haven’t demonstrated and, at heart, I indeed would like to. Being more affectionate, apart from evince my feelings and real desires is an exercise that I need to practice further. In fact, it is essential to play fair in this life not to lament later.

Saying “I love you” (not only in couple's relationships, but) at home more often, thanking my mother all kindness and attention she have had with us (my sister and me), holding my friends and saying how much they are important for me… It is the best proof of my endearment. Nevertheless, sometimes, it is not necessary say anything, because our acts speak for itself.

Then, I really believe in the power of touch. I think that, sometimes, we simply forget to be closer, hugging, for example (at least for a few minutes) who is important for us. This is vital, though. Once, I advised a cousin to do this with my uncle when he was very sick. I’m sure that, before dieing, he could enjoy the fraternal fondling of his son.

This is my main worry about living in another country where people’s behaviour is not as ours. I fear miss the human warmth proper of Latins (chiefly of partners - lover men). However, I should be honest that I’m not easy and I usually pretend to hold out. My self-sufficiency is like I shoot myself in my own foot. It have made me being seen as a little selfish, indifferent or far worse: sexually cold! [Dammit!] Similarly, being needy and dedicate myself to someone who doesn’t deserve it - but it is another story, outro (con)texto…(!)

Both cases are mistakes that I’m not interested to repeat anymore. I want (an)other(s) chance(s). I promise that the cold weather is not going to changed me into an iced-cube heart person - here (nor there). It can be different...

sola

A diferença da língua, a facilidade em desfocar, a barreira cultural evidenciada em cada gesto e pensamento... na frieza de ser, diferente do nosso calor humano. Isso, por si só, já explicaria a singularidade de meus dias, sola in Amsterdam. Não entendo (e até admiro, surpresa), como conseguem, ser assim, tão diretos, e, na independência de se “achar”, não se perder...

Um chute no estômago de quem vive de oba oba. Aqui, o buraco é mais embaixo...(!) do nível do mar.

No, I know that isn't easy, is difficult be here. But I like it, and I've been trying.