To dare to be happy
You have to endure the pain
Until it goes away

Hopefully what's left of you
Will still be able to feel it

sucinto

vazio
se preenche
com o quê?

Possibly Maybe(Björk)

Who knows what's going to happen?
Lottery or car crash?
Or you'll join a cult...

This year

Ok nem 8 nem 80... vamos ver se essa coisa de "letting go funciona"...
Lá vem a pressão dentro da minha cabeça... o medo deste ano... Está diretamente relacionado ao quanto eu posso tirar ou não dele...
Esta é uma oportunidade única de crescer em todos as outras áreas q não unica e exclusivamente a acadêmico/profissional(embora em parte tb)...
Não tenho um ano desses... acho que desde nunca... Nos últimos 7 estava na facul... Nos 3 anteriores no Inpherno... nos 2 anteriores num colégio meio bunda mas na fase "católica"... É... tem NO MÍNIMO 12 anos(metade da minha vida... medo....) que vivo a grande parte da minha vida em função de outra coisa maior do q eu...
E este ano, strangely enough, I'm the main focus here... Hard to deal with that...
There's not much to make me look the other way... No reason for me not to look at myself... Take a minute... better yet... take 8 more months... but REALLY take a look at yourself... for real... No joke... it's time...
Let go of the scared little kid you used to be... he survived... defied a lot of odds, that's for sure... But the worst HAS passed... Well I mean... It must have, right?
Oh dear here we go again... Why so scared? It's not the end of the world if every single thing doesn't turn out exactly as you envisioned, you know... Most of the time that's actually a good thing... To be surprised.
Is this the problem? Not liking to be surprised? Why do I freeze?
Why does my mind go all over the place the moments I need to be focused the most?
Why do I tend to fast foward so many situations? Why is the current moment so unbearable?

note to self...

Don't try too hard to be smart and witty... The goal is to express myself freely... To to make something others would enjoy reading... LET GO FOR ONCE!

Os vazios do corpo

Como não se sentir vazio
Se possuímos corpos esburacados até a alma
Pele recoberta de poros,
vazando parte de nós mesmos a cada momento
fluidos, células mortas e memórias esquecidas.
Perdemos parte de nós mesmos a cada dia.

Como não se sentir pleno
Se a cada esquina adicionamos novas partes a este mesmo corpo,
átomos frescos e cheios de vida.
Conceitos mais maduros e menos rígidos
a troco de míseras células senis e líquidos corporais

Como não se sentir confuso
Com o olhar dúbio que podemos ter sobre qualquer situação,
bastando uma leve angulação de nossos sentidos
para nos sentirmos à beira de um precípio sombrio
ou num trampolim sobre uma piscina de doces e arco-íris?

Trying to keep up!

Ok, so I forgot about writing for a while... Some willpower I must have, huh?
Well at least I'm still trying... Thugh I still haven't quite figured out the point of this...
One of the many things I realized lately is that I tend to over rationalize things a lot. And when I start to go on and on inside my head I tend to forget my senses... What I'm feeling and stuff like that. I need to be more grounded somehow.
I initially thought this could help me do that, but then again... Couldn't it end up making me go even deeper inside my head, instead of focusing on other parts of me? Maybe that's where the poetry part kicks in, to illustrate inner quieter parts of myself.
Because let's face it, writing has always had some sort of therapeutic effect on me, wether I realized it or not. So I might as well try to make it an official tool and make the most use of it(Apparently this is my rational side screaming at the top of its lung again...).
NEVERTHELESS... It does make a point.