Sunday, August 21, 2011

Music.


Certains moments in life have its own backsound. One day you listen to this song, the next year you feel totally different about it. That´s why I like music so much. It´s never the same. 


However, I´m very tidy and my room is not normally a mess. But talking about music, its that what I simply love. The disorder, the confussion, the mixture of styles. Random songs and rithyms... what a lovely and funny mess! (=












Differents, but in its way, each one are capable to make someone feel special in an especific moment of his or her life.

Friday, August 19, 2011

Growing up.

M wakes up in a new bed. She stares at the ceiling. She realise she is not home anymore. Not that she felt at home where she spent university breaks. She gets up and grabs some cofee. A week ago she was packing and now, here she is, in a new country to discover, new people to get to know, new things to go through. Last year she already did that, but this time she is all on her own.

She puts the cup down. She smiles. It´s time to go out there and grow up a little bit.

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Variety.


Airport. People waiting to get into the airplane. Long queues. Different people. Different lifes. Different ways to see life. No matter if you are white or black, poor or rich, student, worker, eldery people, every single person has to wait. Everybody is the same here. No preferences because you like more one politic than the other one. No preferences because of your clothes; whether you wear suit or sweatshirt. Different points of view so close and still so far away.

Sunday, August 14, 2011

Lonely.



 
When you feel something is wrong. When you feel you are not welcome. That not belonging feeling. I have had a lot of moments like that during my life, but I still can´t get use to it. It´s loneliness, sadness, uncomfortable with yourself. I suddenly find myself worndering if I did something wrong. But I haven´t. It´s them who have the problem, not me. I accept them, they just don´t see the good things in me.

I don´t really care, but it hurts when you are in a group and you can´t fit in. Maybe they don´t say a word but you see it in their eyes. It´s curious how a simple look can change the way you are feeling. No words. Just eyes.

Saturday, August 13, 2011

Hakuna Matata.

I have this philosophy, my way of see the world. I just care for myself. I try to make people happy as long as I can and want. But that´s it. I suffered too much. Maybe I´m being selfish. I don´t know, the thing is that sure I will help you, and I won´t ask for anything back, because if I do it, is due to the fact that I want to do it.


Live your life and let the others live theirs. Simply.

Hakuna Matata

You.



Yeah, you. Stop doing what you are doing. You make me fall in love with you. You make me feel special in this world which is full of people. You cheer me up when I talk with you. I hate when you do that, because I don´t feel like I can return you the favor. I can´t really thank you for being you. I hate you when you do that, because it makes me realise once again that you are not next to me.

And seriously, I´m sick and tired of this bullshit. But then again, I have no experience in this. So keep doing it, because believe it or not, I simply love when you do all those things.

So...



So here I am. Laptop in front of me. An infinite place for me to write and to express myself. I won't be here everyday. I will write to take my frustration out. That´s it. I´m not a native English speaker, so if you find any mistake, add a comment. I´ll appreciate being corrected. You are welcome to read and to express your opinion.