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Completamente perdido entre dois mundos. Uma realidade surreal, talvez sem futuro, e um campo minado de saudades e medos. E na hora em que me sinto so que percebo o quanto gosto de ter a mim mesmo e o quanto esse sonho que vivo abriu minha mente. Mas eu nao faco mais parte daquele mundo, eu nao sou mais eu. Eu mudei, nao sei se pra melhor ou pior, simplesmente mudei, vejo o passado como nostalgia saudavel daquela terra de ladeiras, mas nao me sinto mais naquele tempo, eu cresci. Meu coracao lutando contra a distancia insiste em gritar ausencias que nao me fazem falta, e presencas das quais me fariam realmente triste de perder, mas qual e o preco de tentar tornar esse sonho maior? Qual rumo minha vida deveria tomar agora que conheco um pouco mais de mim mesmo? Ignorei muitos bons conselhos, mas sem duvida o mais correto deles veio da voz da experiencia dizendo que nao havia possibilidade de ser o mesmo em meio a tantas mudancas. Eu sei que errei, acordar longe do olho do furacao torna a realidade mais nitida. Sentimentos fluem como meu sangue, nao consigo fazer parar sem me machucar. Queria poder me deixar apenas pensar e assumir a verdade dos fatos, mas ainda tenho medo da dor. Ainda tenho medo do fim desse sonho me levar a um beco sem saidas. Continuo aqui perdido entre dois mundos sem conseguir decidir se me deixo crescer ou se agarro a seguranca e espero que o tempo me mate com suaves doses de arrependimento.The Sunset Will Never Be The SameCompletely lost between two worlds. A surreal reality, maybe without future, and a dangerous minefield of miss and fear. Its on the time that I feel alone when I realize how much I like to have myself and how much this dream that i live opened my mind. I dont belong to that world anymore, that aint me anymore. I changed, dont know if its good or bad, but I changed. I see the past as a healthy nostalgia of that land full of hills, but I cant feel myself there, I grew. My heart fighting against the distance, insists on screaming absences that I dont care, and presences that would makes me sad if a lost them. However, whats the price to try make this dream bigger? Which way my life should take now that I know a little bit more about myself? I ignored good advices, but there is no doubt that the precious one was that coming from the experience voice saying that were no possibilities to be the same between so many changes. I know that I made mistakes, wake up away from the chaos makes the reality more clear. Feelings flow like the blood on my veins, I cant stop it without hurt myself. I wish that I could just think and assume the facts, but I still fear the pain. I'm still afraid of the end of this dream to lead me to a blind alley. I'm still here, lost between
these two worlds unable to decide if I let myself to grow or if I go back to my safe place and then wait the time kill me with soft doses of regrets.
Do you know how it feels to live a dream? I am not the only one who want my dreams to come true, but do you know what really means live in one of your dreams?I was at home with someone special, then I asked her what was her dream. The answer didn't surprised me much, I was actauly expecting that, but the way those words touched my ears somehow remind me an old dream. Those words were the words I used to repeate myself everynight when I was younger.I've never been close to make not even the simplest dream of mine be a reality in my life. Falling asleep after a nice day and let your imagination create something special is great, but sleeping forever is not an option for the living. Waking up is never an easy task when the reality strikes you right in the face every morning, and that's my life.It's not that hard to live the real life without knowing how good is to live a dream, cause living a dream is impossible, right? I thought it was. Wake up and let my mind erase all the goods in my head is a routine that didn't make me feel bad. Things have been this way since forever, but the problem starter with that answer.I made a promisse, that day, I promissed to follow my stupid dream cause suddenly it wasn't so stupid anymore, and I freaking fought so hard since then. I fought till the day I woke up and thought I was still dreaming, before waking up that day I was actualy dreaming with my own real life. For 4 months ater that day I lived the prettiest dream ever.One day, in the morning, we got a call. We answered the phone smiling, cause that was the way we were, we just smiled at everything, we used to dance in the kitchen cooking dinner, that was the way we were before that call.Try to understand, it wasn't a matter of waking up and realize I was just sleeping deeply, I was awake. That was my life, living everything I dreamed about. Then waking up after all that time in a plane has turned my life into a nightmare, scaring me every single day. I am running crazy without a solution to have my dream back, I feel like I'll never smile again. Maybe thats not the best time in my life ever, I hope there will be better ones. Maybe thats not the most incredible moment I was expecting it to be, but I hope this is just a new page of the history Ive been dreaming with.A friend of mine told me that the easiest and, for sure, most enjoyable way to understand better who you are, is with new experiences. Travelling seemed nice, go away for a while and come back with a bunch of new stories to tell, a couple new friends to call and also to grow a little bit of yourself. As my friend said There are two kinds of person,
those who lived abroad, and those who didnt.Past the last 6 years after high school, my life was filled with learning steps, as I like to call. Ive searched and found ways to grow and understand better the things around me. Learning was always something I was passionate about, Ive never been a good student, that kid who pays attention and get As in school, but I found learning fun. My dad once told me that you can learn everywhere with everything, every single moment can teach you, every person has some experience to share. I listened to my dads words and suddenly I was hunting for new experiences. Ive locked myself in a cage I made, now I feel that was a way to learn about freedom, to learn about freeing myself in case somebody lock me, and it helped, my friends know how much I changed when I walk away from that prison. Speaking about friends, Ive made myself a single person, a wanderer. That was a rough time, when I wished, every day, somebody to find me and take me out of that pitch, but now I see that was the way I found to learn living alone and how to climb that horrifying walls with my own hands. I gave up on dreams to learn how to dream again, I ignored rules to learn living with them, I fucked my future to learn how to build a new one.After all the steps Ive taken, all the things Ive learned and all the experiences Ive had, I felt like that was something missing, something that I could not get there. That was something in me I dint get yet, the piece I needed to connect my knowledge and finally forget that seventeen forever attitude. So I remembered my friend talking about his travel, then I decided to go somewhere. Wasnt an easy decision to make. Leaving everything behind and travel ten thousand miles to a place I didnt know anybody, nor anything about and not even spoke their language was the craziest thing Ive ever made, the biggest step I toke till now.Literally the longest year of my life. I lived so many thing this past 16 months that I maybe need an entire week to tell all the stories. Arriving to a place youve never heard about before and an year later leaving that same spot felling home has been left behind was the feeling I needed, the piece I missed to connect the dots. There are a few moments that made this feeling happen, a few things that made my home so far away from where I used to call home. Some people Ive met, some scars I got, some fights Ive won and the ones I lost. I could take every single month between april 14 and august 15 as a learning step, and all of them would be big ones. I didnt past a single week without learning something important.What really make me feel I am leaving home behind? Being the person I wanted to
They are only shadows. I can't remember their meanings, but sometime ago they had it.Eleven months ago I was arriving here, cold lands. Steps that I'll never forget, but I forgot a feel other things. I forgot to smile, I forgot to dream, I forgot to believe. Every single feeling seems to be eaten by the winter, and now they're all melted with the snow. Turn into pure dust and dirt across the streets.I've been watching shadows my whole life, they show a nice piece of truth in every curve, in every movement. I just don't trust anymore in anything, all these shadows that often showed me the reality hidden behind a face, now show me lies. I can still see the truth on them, but they are drowning in rivers of poison, covered by sick words killings the meaning of those shadows. I used to love 'em, I used to dream for days with them, I used to believe on that feeling.The good thing about shadows is that you'll never see their faces. They can mix themselves among other shadows and find invisibility. You can misread them, you can think that shadow is not the one you were looking for, but I can ensure that you'll never lost a shadow if you read it for the first time. That shadow can change, can be away for years, can loose its meaning, but you'll recognize it at the moment you put your eyes on that.Eleven months and all those faces disappeared from my mind. All that I remember are shadows, and I can't see those stupid shadows anywhere. I fucking hate all those faces behind the shadows I miss cause they're making me sick.I couldn't find shadows like those here. These new shadows have been lying to me, all the time, and I toke eleven long months to realize that everything I lived, was a huge lie. These shadows doesn't mean anything to me. The distance was always something that makes me feel bad, and my imagination likes to hurt me. Anyway, today was a tough day, a lot of pain to pass through, but was now, in the middle of the night, the worst of all moments. When somebody is so important to you that you can't even think about living without this person, words from that person's mouth can be the most comfortable thing in the whole world or the sharpest knife ever. Tonight I was called liar, faker, stupid and not trustful. That's what I got for saying the truth, but apparently I am not a people who deserve to be trusted, right?I think maybe my biggest mistake is always try to do the best. Why should anybody trust a guy who seems too nice to not be lying? Why should anybody trust a guy who think every problem in this land we call earth could be solved with a conversation?I am not perfect, I've made some wrong decisions in my life, but I don't think I am capable to lie to anybody who means that much to me.
The problem is, I don't have any proofs to show, any evidence to present in my favour. Whether people trust me or not, is their decision, but if the answer is no, I imagine I have to learn how to live with that, and be left behind with no more than a "Good night for you", and a panic heart.Words are sharp knifes, that's a fact, people should take care or aim better, cause pain doesn't hurt anymore. I want you to aim as acurate as you can, go for it, try to make me bleed the way your eyes want to see. Stop hiding your knife, I'm not afraid of a new scar in my chest.
Nunca antes tao coberto de incertezas, nao tenho mais tanto tempo pra me decidir, nao tenho mais tanto tempo pra brincar, pra correr, pra sorrir, pra te abracar.Cada dia parece mais um passo em direcao ao nada. Nunca antes com tanto medo de me arrepender. Pra quem sempre arriscou tudo sem medo de perder, essa sensacao de nao saber pra onde ir me deixa realmente angustiado. Nao e questao de dar um passo errado, depois de tantos deles, quem se importa com meu futuro? O que me incomoda e saber que dessa vez a luz no fim do tunel nao e uma placa de beco sem saida, dessa vez ambos os caminhos me parecem legitimos e plausiveis. Nao e como caminhar no escuro como eu tenho vivido ate entao.Talvez eu esteja cansado de comecar de novo, talvez eu so quisesse nao ter que desistir de outro sonho, de outra decisao que me fez deixar tudo pra tras. Eu era sim coberto de certezas, mas nem eu mesmo sabia o quanto esse tempo me faria entender melhor essa ideia de amanha. Deixar tudo de lado nao e uma boa opcao, alem de ser o caminho que acompanha o maior de todos os meus pesadelos. Voltar ao ponto de partida me faria sentir ainda menor do que ja sinto ser.Apesar dos pesares, algo de bom pode sair de ambos os lados, eu preferia nao ter que escolher. Eu queria a resposta magica para melhor direcao. Por mais que drama seja a unica coisa que percebam em mim sentado naquele canto escutando qualquer musica triste, so eu sei o que se passa pela minha cabeca, so eu sei a tempestade que esta por vir. Sometime ago I was waiting for a bus in front of my parents house. That was a sunny and hot day in the middle of the fall. On my earphones played a song that talked about a journey and something related to find your home. I'm sitting here now, six months after that, and ten thousand kilometres away from there. I'm not saying that was easy to take that flight, for sure that was the hardest decision that I toke in my whole life. I'm not saying that first cold wind blowing my hair wasn't scary, because I really wanted to go back at that point. I'm not saying that I don't miss anything at all, because every single day I wake up looking for my purple mug.When I first came here I had no friends at all, I didn't know the meaning of cold, I didn't speak a word on their language, I didn't understand the culture, I didn't like the food. After that wind freezing my face when I leave the airport, first I missed the hills, then I missed my friends, the sun, people speaking in a way that I could really express myself, the bars, my mom's food, and after fifteen days I finally missed myself. I changed a little bit with my two week of loneliness, I learned a lot, and have began to adapt. Three
months later I travelled to many different places, I was able to communicate, and I began to get the culture. I've made some friends that today I call brothers. I've found good places to hang out, and I've met some special people.These six months lasted 6 years in my head, and I'm really into this place now. I'm still missing some things, but I found a pretty horizon to keep taking pictures. I discovered a living sky that surprise me every day at least a couple times. I'm studying interesting things, I'm not a good student, by the way I think that I'm getting better. I still waking up every day looking for that mug, but I know that if I was there, I'd wake up looking for orange juice, because it's part of my life now. Some sad moments, but a lot of good ones, it's all part of me.I'm sitting here, six months after that, and ten thousand kilometres away from there, feeling that I found the place what the music talked about, the place where I belong.
Um refem dentro do meu proprio quarto, nao do medo nem da tristeza, sou um refem por opcao.Escolhi fugir por um motivo, e esse motivo continua real e incomodo, talvez ainda mais complicado. Me levantei antes do sol, me perdi no gelo pra alcancar minha dose de dedicacao diaria, aquela que me mantem esperancoso de que o tempo e a distancia sao artificios que escolhi inconscientemente como mentores em uma epoca aparentemente sem perspectivas e objetivos.Nao vou mentir, acordar com um tapa da realidade e frustrante. Eu quis vir aqui e gastar a minha misera inspiracao discursando sobre como sentimentos forjados no odio me fazem sentir vivo, mas o rancor nos meus olhos e um passado que o frio me ensinou a esquecer. Hoje, prefiro deixar sentir a vontade de um tempo novo ao inves de me alimentar de lembrancas de quem me esqueceu.Palavras sao como punhais. Nao se esquece uma palavra que te fez sangrar, mas sao essas as que me lembram da imensidao desse mundo, e como a cada vez que escolho viver algo novo cresco um pouco mais. Experiencias como as que tenho vivido vao deixar cicatrizes, assim como decisoes que tenho tomado, mas assumo, feliz, que o nascer do sol de hoje fechou as ultimas feridas abertas.Nao sou refem do medo nem da tristeza, dessa vez sou um refem de mim mesmo, na intencao de me conhecer melhor. O que me faltava nao era coragem nem forca, o que me faltava era a sabedoria de observar e esperar. Nunca me arrependi do meu impeto, mas e claro que foi ele quem trouxe a maior parte dessas cicatrizes, consequentemente do meu aprendizado. Mas de agora em diante... eu escolho as proximas feridas. Esse post e pra realmente dar agua na boca! Vejam nossos recheios:Confira mais dos nossos recheios aqui!Pessoal, nao se esquecam de conferir nossos Bolos Infantis, Bolos para Casamento, Bolos Tematicos, Bombons e todas as delicias disponiveis!Entre em contato conosco! E quem disse que nao podemos ousar no design dos bolos?Esses, com ar animal print, alem de serem deliciosos, garantem o estilo e nao perdem o charme!Confira tambem nossos bolos infantis, recheios e outras de nossas deliciosidades! Pra acalmar os animos, sem perder a beleza e o paladar!Fotos de um delicioso Copinho de Maracuja! HMMMMMMConfira tambem outras de nossas delicinhas aqui!E muito mais blog adentro! Com pirulitos em diferentes formatos, macas, doces e bolo... Existem aquelas pessoas que nao gostam de revelar a idade,mas, pra gente,a ordem e comemorar sem perder o charme!Confira tambem os Bolos Tematicos, Bolos Infantis, para Casamentos, Bombons e varias outras das nossas delicias! Existem momentos que tem de ser comemorados, pois levam algum tempo para acontecer e simbolizam o inicio da vitoria.E, nesse caso, a vitoria do amor!Aproveitamos, tambem, para desejar votos de felicidade aos noivos!E, lembrando, nao deixe de conferir as nossas delicias:Bolos Infantis, Tematicos, de Aniversario, Bombons e muito mais! Entre em contato conosco!Romenia Rodrigues - Bolos Decorados e Doces Finos(34) 3821-4158(34) 9984-0303Queremos lembrar que estamos abertos aos seus pedidos, as fotos aqui postadas servem de modelo a voces, nossos clientes,
Visitantes e Leitores, aviso desde ja que para ler esse post ate o fim e necessario nao ter medo de nenhuma especie animal.Agora que o aviso esta dado, podemos comecar o nosso SAFARI!Primeiramente, os bombons, todos bem relacionados ao tema e muito saborosos!E, pra finalizar nossa aventura, conheceremos o rei dessa selva, o BOLO!Ei, pessoal, voces nao podem deixar de conferir os nossos Bolos Infantis e Tematicos!Entre em contato conosco atraves destas informacoes, e venha conferir nosso trabalho! Oi, gente!Eu estou enorme e gorducha! Meus pais e avos apostaram quanto eu estaria pesando. Eles passaram longe! Domingo farei 5 meses e estou com 66cm de altura e 8.205kg. Acreditam? E eu so tomo leite, entao a medica disse que nao tinha como eu fazer regime, mas que eu estou com sobrepeso! Logo eu que era um pitoquinho assim que nasci...Regime????? Nao ousem mexer na minha comida!Ela disse que a partir de segunda eu vou poder comer de verdade! Papa, suco, fruta e pure! Estou ansiosa, mas papai esta muito mais. Vou ali chupar meu dedinho enquanto espero o leite!xau Oi, gente! Sou eu, a Maria! Hoje eu vim contar a voces da minha primeira festa de casamento! Aparentemente houve uma dessas para a mamae e o papai antes de eu nascer. E, apesar de estar usando uma meia calca branca e calcinha de frufru, alem de laco na cabeca, eu adorei!!!! Eu sei que e bonitinho quando eu fico toda enfeitada e todo mundo fica parando e dizendo coisas do tipo "que bebe linda". Mas a verdade e que eu prefiro mesmo e ficar so de fralda e pes descalcos!Na igreja todo mundo ficava me pegando nos bracos e eu vi a minha titia Raissa entrando toda de branco e meu titio Diego bem alegre. Nao entendo por que a mamae chorou. Depois a gente foi para uma festa e todo mundo ficou me pegando de novo, e algumas pessoas ficavam me sacudindo e pulando ao som de batidas altas. O nome disso e dancar. Ai umas pessoas apareciam e perguntavam se eu nao iria dormir. Por que queriam que eu dormisse no meio da festa????? Lutei muito para nao fechar os olhos, mas depois de tomar meu leite e ficar no colo da minha bisa, nao aguentei e me entreguei. Eu ja sem laco e feliz! Hoje e o aniversario de seis meses de Maria Eduarda!!!! Gente, passou tao rapido. Ela ja esta uma mocinha, fofa, linda, gotosa, sabidinha, com a barriga mais gigante do planeta!Agora e organizar o batizado e o niver de 1 aninho Hoje quando Maria acordou estava um sol lindo e nos resolvemos leva-la a praia. So nao demos banho porque a agua estava gelada. Tomou agua de coco e depois comecou a ficar chorosa (por causa do sono). Normalmente Maria acorda para comer e depois dorme ate umas dez, quando acorda para ver os backyardigans e lanchar. Ah, quando os backyardigans estao no ar, ela nem pisca. O que esse desenho tem que deixa todas as criancas hipnotizadas???? E assim. Parece que eles ja nascem sabendo.
Duda quando ve o computador, fica se jogando, esticando os bracos, querendo pegar. Quando a gente aponta a camera para ela, seus olhos imediatamente ficam vidrados. Depois, quando a gente vai ver como a foto ficou no monitor, ela observa junto, toda interessada.Nao pode ver celular, que quer pegar. Acho que e a luminosidade.Enfim, olha quem esta FALANDO de novo:Oi, pessoal!Essa sou eu olhando a pagina do Skoob do livro da mamae. Eu adoro ver as coisas que aparecem nessa tela luminosa, quando a mamae ou o papai fazem "clique, clique". Eu ouvi eles dizerem que vao me dar um de mentirinha no futuro. Eu nao quero de mentirinha, nao! Quero um de verdadinha para eu escrever meus livros de historinha.Na casa dos meus avos que sao da parte do papaiMeu avo do papai disse que ia deixar eu fazer coisas legais que eu quisesse. Mamae disse que nao podia. Por que? Se sao coisas legais, por que eu nao posso fazer??????Ela disse que vou virar uma coisa que se chama "mimada". O que e isso? Doi ser assim? Ela e papai nao querem de jeito nenhum que eu vire isso e eles ate dizem que "tem medo de que eu fique assim". Por que medo? Mimada e assustador?Cansei de especular. Vou brincar com meu tigrao de morder.Xau!!!Duda