It was to the extent where I had to force myself in making an outline of what I want to write in the next few lines. I never did anything like that before.

Just like what the blog title says. I found this in the web and couldnt help but p. I am a wife, a mother, a daughter, a sister, a friend, a critic, a student, a foe and many more. It is profound and apt. To end this, I advise you to watch it and welcome the emotions it evokes. Enjoy! Vrijdag 13 november 2009.

Terça-feira, 24 de agosto de 2010. Ela sempre acreditou, por tanto ouvir, que recomeçar era mágico e vital. Sentimento doce que a dispertou pela manhã. A cama ainda era a mesma, a mesma janela, a mesma toalha. Mas não são os mesmos raios de sol, até um tanto semelhantes aos de ontem, mas não os mesmos. O cabelo não está assanhado da mesma maneira, a água que desliza já não é a mesma. O dia é novo, o paladar é outro os olhos estão estranhos.

If you had a nickel, and I had an octopus, we could start a revolution. Friday, July 10, 1998.

All I know is that I am not in straight lines anymore. All the possibilities flew by when I was unawake. And the possibility of sleeping was all that I. I sit in the lazy shadows,. Surrounded by my treetops, insurmountable. And dissolve into shrinking lakes,. Coloured blue by my tears. Liquid expanses of melancholy,. So great that I forget the speck on the shore. I share my air with creatures who. Came from the lake to drink my tears,. Until they were not hungry anymore.