Those Days

I am so glad to have you here.

I thank life for our meeting, otherwise I wold have to go to the end of the world to discover the amazing person that you are.

We are here, supporting each other, trying to hold the time in our hands.

Lets do not think about the time to leave.

Because all we have is already worthy.

The Mountain.

She draws the purple mountain.-This mountain is hiding the ocean. Can you pass me the erase ?- No, wait ! If you show the ocean behind, you will show how steady your waters are. - Well, that is true. Is better to hide the blue than the movement. You are right. So... why I started to draw it ? I will never be able to express all my anxiety using colours anyway. - I don't have to explain this for you. The reason for this is the same reason behind your smile. You want to cover your fragility.- I don't do it.- Yes, you do. And also you smile on somebody fragility.-Ok, about that you aren't lying. Don't you think that nothing is prettier than the moment when somebody frees a secret without realizes it? -I have no opinion about it. But I realize now that you like secrets...-Of course I do! Secrets are infinite, unlike the things that I know, which are not very much.- So, if you think like this, you should leave the mountains in the paper. Not because your water are to much quiet, but because your ocean is you secret.-Liar.

[OFF]

Isn't a big coincidence ?

How the wrong bus that I had taken resulted in a good and unexpected meeting ?

Ah ! I just love everything that is unplanned. Walk without destiny is the best thing ever and... I don't know why, but the same time as I fear my tendency of change plans, I like it too.

And so much !

[OFF]

Is being hard to walk with a head in the moon.

These are a few of my favorite things

Sunny day with rain. Goodnight hug. The touch of the feet in the grass. Letters. Red shoes. Kiwi with sugar. Smell of ocean. Big pillow. Saturdays. Onions. Old clocks. Ride bike with open arms. Loud laughter. Journals. Parents care. People who drive rapidly. Swim in the ocean. Eat tomatoes as apples. Dreads. Find beautiful mushrooms. Talk with strangers. Stare little children. Big dogs. Black and white photo. Run in the rain. Hot chocolate. Dirty soccer game. Garcia Lorca. Cotton pajamas. Old people with good stories. Musicals. Look the road in long travelings. Warm Hands. Watch the ocean. Sea food. Unexpected kisses. Umbrellas. Fat cats. Bitter chocolat. Night Lights. Socks on Christmas. Dream with water. Fall season. Fondue. Sleep by the ocean. Wood jewelery. Colorful pencil. Jump waves. Close my eyes in the sun. Snow. Music sheet. Smell of oil. Wind against my face. Sunrise more than sunset. White roses.
These are a few of my favorite things.

[OFF]

Que fossem os bracos de qualquer um, diferenca nenhuma faria. Mas de fato, os que estavam la eram os seus. Isso era tudo o que eu tinha e tudo o que nos tinhamos. Cabeca levantada e olhos certos. Aceite o passado e nunca mais questione o que ja e completo.

To Reborn

He is a passenger. An eternal passenger emerged in landscapes.The train is his home and the window is his eyes. Being invisible, he is able to see everything.

He has one of those empty eyes that magnetize all the girls, even though, he walks by himself. His steps are so irregular that even that road wants to turn itself in order to fix him. But it is impossible, because in the end of the way, he always rediscovers himself again and again. He is a cocoon that instead frees a butterfly, frees a new station.

Morgaine's dreams

I can't believe that I am reading " The mists of Avalon" again.
Actually, it was quite predictable. Because I am reading this book every year since 3 years ago. I don't know how, but it became my own tradition.
Probably because Marion Bradley is a fatalistic writer. Yes, she blames the destiny for everything. But unlike the typical idea of destiny (strong force that directs the course of the events), the idea of destiny presented in "The mists of Avalon" is realistic. She talks about destiny as an impulse inside you, that guide you to the most sincerely wishes. When I say wishes, I am not only talking about romantic dreams but also bad true things.
Well, I think that writing here, I finally found the reason I love the fairy Morgaine so much. In her story, I see the perfect justification for my own mistakes.