quarta-feira, 2 de julho de 2014

Amor

Eu queria que as pessoas amassem viver.
Que fosse a coisa mais importante do mundo! Que tudo fosse pensado com o único fim de viver!
Queria que as pessoas pudessem se deslumbrar com um dia bonito de sol, que o cheiro das flores arrancasse um sorriso, que o trânsito fosse motivo pra curtir o som alto no carro ou pra olhar o que acontece ao redor e as pessoas nas calçadas.
Eu queria mesmo que todo mundo fosse capaz de sentir isso que sinto. Que acordar fosse um estímulo pra descobrir algo novo na rua, em outras pessoas ou em si próprio.
Que cada passo fosse dado com o amor de poder ter dado esse passo, de poder respirar, caminhar, e simplesmente viver.
Eu sei que nem todos podem ter essa sorte, e é por isso que eu amo ainda mais viver! Porque essa sorte na verdade é um dever!!! De viver e aproveitar por mim e por todos que infelizmente não podem!
É como se eu não pudesse desperdiçar um segundo de vida porque sei o quanto ele é valioso e como pra muitos pode custar a própria vida.
Eu queria que todos pudessem sentir essa alegria em conhecer, descobrir, sair por aí.
Que cada um tivesse a liberdade de ser quem é e aproveitasse ao máximo as suas delícias!
Queria que todo mundo tivesse essa oportunidade de ver a vida com a paixão que sinto por ela.
Queria que as pessoas amassem viver! 
E assim sendo, todo fim de uma vida seria morrer de amor.

segunda-feira, 16 de junho de 2014

Por las calles de Madrid

Si me toma así pela cintura
Yo ya no sé adonde ir
Mis piernas no se pueden mover
No quieren mover.
Si me toma así por la cintura
Quedo me loca
Por las calles de Madrid 
O adonde fuera!
Ojalá nadie pudiera comprender..!
Lo que me hace así
Cuando me toma la cintura!
Algo que no sé cómo explicar 
Que no puedo guardar de ti...
No hay espacio dentro de mi.
Entonces sólo pido:
Me toma otra vez a la cintura
Y paro de soñar con la próxima vez
Que te siento tomarme por la cintura, por las calles de Madrid.

quinta-feira, 12 de junho de 2014

That's it

"Please don't go anywhere". 
"what do you mean? I'm only going to the bathroom. And, we are in an airplane. I could not go anywhere".
He hated when I was being real to him. He had this crazy fear of me leaving him. But he could never imagine that this fear was mine too. I never told him that. Never let him feel it. 
Of course I was scared too. And it was so terrifying that even the imagination of he living me was way too much for my stomach.
But I never, ever, let him know that.
Never told him how scared I was by seeing him with another girl. Or even how pissed I would be with a simple and innocent flirt at the subway...

If he could just know that now...

With his great skin shining under the sunlight. And my "all the time" envy of how he can be far away from the beach and still, and still, shine like the sun.
I never told him that if I would have had kids, it would have been with him. And also how much I loved to be able to hate him on terrible pms.
I was always too scared to open myself to him. Always got lost in my fears of being emotional dependent of him. 
And never ever told him how much in love I really was...


One day, he was just tired of being the insecure one. The one that wants to sleep tight. Tired of being sweeter than me... He just went away. No much words said. Only a "slap in my face": "I wish you loved me as I love you".
There was no fight, no arguments.
I just started crying and once again caught myself too damn scared to tell him that if he would went out that door, my world would fall apart, that I couldn't know what to do without him.

So my fear glanced with a whisper of adrenaline and simply made my mouth open and say "please, don't".

The tears coming out of his eyes made his skin brighter and he was even more handsome. And I realize I could love him for all my life.
But it was too late. 
He pulled my hair just the way he used to when we were making love and told me: "if only you could love someone. Take care, baby. Love you".
He left the door opened. I felt on the floor astonished and in silent realized that I couldn't go after him.

Maybe he is right. I'm not able to love anyone.

quarta-feira, 11 de junho de 2014

Arigato gozaimashita

O Japão é kitsch. Orgulhosamente kitsch. É incrível! Inexplicável!!
Obrigada por 10 dias maravilhosos!! 
Vim pra cá com uma expectativa altíssima e tudo foi sensacional!! Ainda que só tenha visto chuva em Tokyo, essa cidade mostrou um mundo de diversidade, de liberdade, de tradição e de loucura!!!
Além de, claro, ter uma das melhores gastronomias do mundo!!! Mesmo quando se vai a um restaurante italiano em Kyoto!

Hoje fiz a despedida repetindo de alguma foram o meu primeiro dia aqui! Uma corrida ao lado do Rio Sumida, umas comprinhas leves na uniqlo e um belo sushi de almoço no Tsukiji Market!
Mais feliz do que isso, só se eu pudesse levar tudo na mala!!
Obrigada, obrigada, obrigado!
Totemo yoi (uma delicia)!!
Arigato gozaimashita! 

terça-feira, 10 de junho de 2014

Spring love

I'm deeply in love. Maybe it's just a spring love. But who cares? 
You made me be who I need to be. You made me face my fears.
You made me regret. I'm in love, for sure. Cannot go back to the life I had before you. Can't be the same anymore. 
I was in love with you even before meeting you. I knew it was going to be awesome. That it would feel as right as it feels right now.
Maybe the other is just a summer lover. Something to amuse me while you're at the other side of my world.
I simply have fallen in love with you. And I know that you're not perfect. Neither am I. But it's between our flaws that we are gonna make it right.
Because you know I could live this life. And we both know how many we have to discover about ourselves. 
So, this last night, I only ask you this: let me stay and don't let my legs go the other way. 

segunda-feira, 9 de junho de 2014

Thank you, Tokyo.

Thank you, Tokyo. 
To make me realize what should I do.
For taking care about showing me who I am and who I wanna be. For pushing me into reality. For, the first time of my life, making me regret for something that I didn't do.
Arigato. That definitely don't often happen to me.  

Womb

Like the dog from Shibuya, I will wait for you. Expecting our next fight and a chance to truly feel you as you wish. I know I made a huge mistake. I wasn't brave enough to let things go. And you know? This is the first time I feel this way.
I would do whatever I could to go back to that moment and at least discover your name. But time passes and sometimes it simply don't care about our feelings. That's why our ours is only me and you, separeted: both sides of the world lost in this huge city.
I tried to find you. You were so pretension saying that you were famous... So why can't I reach you? You're a lier! I'd love to say, face to face, that you know nothing about women, that it takes more than one fight to make me fall in love. 
So you would tell me I'm a lier.
And between stupid arguments, you and I, we would be together.