sweet confort of life

sweet confort of life

(...) and I will have to choose something..
something to dedicate my life to..
What I wished, I can't, It's not sustainable
What I kinda like it, I don't love it.

The rest of my life I'm supposed to
have a job and give work to improve society
but I'm not supposed to dedicate to myself
That doesn't matter to the system.

(...)

Maybe I'll have a couple hours on sunday left for me.

words words

"But words
They cannot love
Don't waste them like that
Cus they'll bruise you more"

Get the feeling!

What's to say?
Nothing.

So, what will it be?

Congratulations! You have been chosen to participate in the life contest.

You now have three options.

1 - An intense life with addictions, habits and adventures that will make you feel more alive than anyone. Each day will be a new experience with emotions and adventures as high as its risks. You will die young, but with almost nothing left to do. (A lot of hangovers with lack of memories about previous nights)

2 - A long life without taking any chances when a risk is behind. You will be happy (ignorant). Strong family life. You will not do or have plazer in something that screams the word DANGER or something that can prejudice your health/economies/social life. You will be boring but like I said, happy in your small idea of life. (Family photos included on holidays and no coffee on those monday mornings)

3 - A mix of the other 2 options. You will be able to have some addictions but with half of the emotions and risks. And you will be able to have a family and a job as well, but with half of the strong available in option 2. You will have a medium life and you will die with some unfinished goals to approach.

So, what will it be?

Don't care anymore.

Lost.
Lost in some field with free butterflies.
Flying around me, spreading their innocence above me
like some judging bitchs, telling me I'm not worth it.
Don't blame them.
Lost.
Lost in some streats on the way back home.
People with busy lifes, desperate to get back from work.
desperate to change lifes.
Don't balme them.
Lost.
Lost in some far place in my darkest memories.
Moments that are so gone and still hurt.
People that are vanished for good and still...
and still... they walk in the same streats that I do.
I blame them.


(some months a go)

Don't care anymore.


Listening to: Nothing Else Matters - Metallica
Wondering about something undefined.

dreams will be dreams

Everyone has a dream or more than one. And everyone spends at least some minutes a day wishing for it. It's that moment where you find yourself flying away to another reality where you have what you wish the most. And in that moment you believe in what you are seeing. Then, you come back to your reality, and say to yourself "I am gonna make it, someday" and then, you just forget about it. But it will be back, it always does. Some dreams you will never be able to make them come true. Other dreams, you're able to make them true... but probably, you won't.

Listening to: Raining in Baltimore - Counting Crows
Wondering about nothing

Did you poop today?

"I'm making poop!" said the intestine.
happy advice: you should all poop at least twice a day.

Listening to: nothing
Wondering about nothing

post it.

Look me in the eyes and tell me that I am not a blogguer.

But I know you couldn't possibly do such thing.

São muitas as vezes que eu já tentei fazer um blog e
realmente postar alguma coisa mais que uma vez,
mas nunca foi bem sucedido. Mas agora eu sei o segredo.
E vou fazer os possíveis para tornar este bocado de merda
a ocupar espaço num servidor qualquer, tão desinteressante
como passar uma tarde na loja do cidadão.

Listening to: Trouble - Coldplay
Wondering about the global warming