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Dear bubble-head,You've always said that "things change, people don't."Have you ever thought that your person shall never change, and that you'll be forever left to cry and worry, unable to close your eyes at night? We both know that faithfulness isn't the case, but the destructive behaviour - that horrible thing you've seen so many times, over and over, right before your eyes. What turned a beautiful, vivacious young woman into a moody, bitter and overweight old lady. Do you think you can handle that again? You keep hearing promises and promises everyday, but I know you can't fully believe them - you can't trust a soul, after all. This warm feeling in your chest, this crazy thought in your mind... Are you sure that it'll be enough? Be rational, as you've always been - think!There will be a way out, but we never enter a relationship thinking it'll ever come to an end - we always come to stay. I'm here telling you what I think, and I do believe it's worth some serious consideration; we don't want to come back, there's no turning back when you play to win. Just meditate, little girl. You're tough, strong and stubborn, but can your bare fists crush iron? Do you think your will is enough to bend steel?Love,The Dragon.----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Dear Dragon,I still believe that saying, but I also believe that things can change people - things like LOVE and PURPOSE are powerful driving forces. Or they are just pretty good at kicking people in the nuts. lolI may not believe all of his promises - in fact, I still get angry, cry, worry and can't sleep whenever he says he's drinking, driving and doing all kinds of stupid things. He mistakes my worries for fear that he can be unfaithful - something that I believe to be due the high level or impersonality implied in our daily communication (text messages, these evil things!) -, but I know him too well... Or just really want to believe I do. But I really, really want this to work - I want to see "I" and "He" becoming "Us", at last! He might never change, but I do believe he can improve. I want him to, and hopefully, he does too. We have a lot plans, many adventures to go on, time to be spent together... We both want a family, and we owe each other the best. So... I hope his will and his love can be enough. I pray everyday that someday I can convince him to love himself more - he's an awesome person, but pain blinded him. I want to be the cure, the light his eyes need to see himself just the way I do. And I love him, soooooo much... I could never give up.I shall never leave him. It's all about love and hope, and those are very unstable, though powerful forces.I still have to get used to the idea, we both have a lot to prove to each other, in different ways, different levels... It's a long road, but
we know it won't be a lonely one. I know it all sounds insanely abstract, but... Well, you know me. You just have to know him. Best of luck, for both of us!Love, Red.
What a formidable Friday!I got back to my grandparents 2 days ago, after a day under observation at the local E.R. - lung infection, and now everybody thinks I have anaemia. It had been raining for quite some time - from last Friday up to yesterday -, and that kind of made my convalescence slightly harder.Today, though, the sun is back, and so is the heat. A perfect day for some gardening, planting a few flowers and removing the many weeds that took over grandma's front yard; I've been wanting to hire a gardener for her, but money... I'm sick of it - spending, saving... I most humbly want it to fuck off, so... Why not? I've been told I have a green thumb, maybe a "power" granted by my name. Besides, I need to work on something I enjoy, before I go crazy.I've been thinking a lot about what I read a few days ago; some of the bruises are still very fresh, still bleeding under touch. Some I believe I deserved, so I'm licking those without any complaints - I asked for them. I'm strong enough to handle the pain.The lesson I've learned from them was, first and foremost... That holding back feelings can be a dangerous strategy. It might seem practical at the time - "why would I bring this on right now, what if it becomes an argument?!" -, but if we deal with small things in their exact proportion, as they are still "fresh", chances are that the answer or reaction to them will be just as insignificant, which might make them much easier to be either ignored or even forgotten.Feelings that are held back are trash that is never disposed; a cake forgotten in the oven, until it overcooks and ends up exploding... Or worse, a clock bomb.I guess both of us had cakes we had forgotten in the oven, because... Us. lol(humorous break)We're not free from the bruises caused by such explosions, because really, nobody is - we might be special snowflakes, but we still are snowflakes, and sunlight will make us melt just the same.Still, if we put our cakes in the oven at the same time and together remind each other of them every 5 minutes - or days, weeks -, our cakes will never burn, never explode, and chances are that the bruises we will keep will be due our own clumsiness (or only mine lol). Aaaand, in the end, we'll have 2 delicious cakes on the table - win-win!(I love my metaphors! )We snap at each other sometimes, and maybe that aggressiveness is nothing but the materialisation of our feelings. Of how much we actually miss each other, so much that we get angry at our empty beds. At our own bodies, longing for each other's warmth... At life, and fate, that knew we were two halves of a whole, still, ended up putting two continents between us. And a time that seems much longer than it actually is.I didn't mean to hurt you so badly, and I know you never
had the intention of making me cry so hard as I did that day. Distance sucks, and nobody knows that better than we do. Still... Feelings and emotions are like wild horses in a storm - hard to control, and even harder to understand.I'm so sorry, honey.For both of us, and for everything we're having to go through.I can't control time, and sometimes not even my feelings... But if my heart is a wild horse racing in a hailstorm, it's because you are on the other side. You are the final destination. Anxiety, distance and longing might make our road sinuous, and our moods ill... But love is and always will be LOVE - the feeling that has never allowed me to give up; the one that kept and still keeps me up through the night, even when my body is begging for rest; the sensation that warms up my chest, whenever I see your face or hear you voice; the thing that makes my blood boil, whenever I hear about your misfortunes and disappoitments... I am, too, very protective of you. I love you! My day has gone smoothly, with the front yard almost free from the weeds, my mind full of ideas for paintings (especially those of the pictures of the hunting grounds)...I wonder how yours has been.
PMS turns me into an exposed bundle of (female) nerves (after a traumatic break up, watching a lousy chick-flick and swimming in a bucket of ice cream).And past... It's ridiculous how it insists on haunting me exactly when it shouldn't. How it knocks on my door unannounced, without a good excuse or an acceptable justification to stop by - always an unwanted visitor at an inconvenient hour.It's not that I want or need to talk about it; it's because it hurts me, scares me so much, in so many ways... It's all too recent.It's an apology that I never got and should never expect.A pain that only that precious, loving presence may soothe.A shadow that floats over my future, from time to time, reminding me of how distressing, painful it was, to have my hopes taken and my heart crushed under 4 merciless feet.I want to forget it forever and at once."You're worthless... Disposable... Weak... Easily replaceable... Not here... Not enough... You lost... There's someone better than you... A mere piece of white trash can replace you... You know this is wrong and a terrible idea, you feel it in your heart, but it's not up to you, so I don't care... It's not real... Your feelings don't mean a thing... Your sleepless nights, your tears, prayers, words, time, availability, all in vain... Who cares about your heart, who wants it?..."It's all it brings.It's all it reminds me of.I cry alone, because...There are other kinds of pain, much worse than mine.What do I know about it?Who am I, to talk about pain?But... It hurt.Badly.It still hurts, when touched.That name makes my blood run cold, a spasm of anger, disgust and hatred squeezes my heart, and I can't breath...!Does anybody have any idea of how it feels, to lose something so important, so precious, so special, and be at least 99% sure that it can or will never be retrieved?I felt as if I had been blind for a lifetime, and when I had finally regained my sight... Someone came and stabbed my eyes.That might never be fully understood.And I'm sure I'll be over it soon.But, for now... I just want to forget it. I feel no pleasure in doing whatever my mother asks merely because I feel no pleasure in doing anything for her. It's not relieving, rewarding... It doesn't mean a thing.Sometimes I look at her and wonder if what I feel is mere moral/social obligation; "she's your mother after all", people say - so many times that I got used to it, so... It's just an impulse. I don't want to work, but I have to - I don't want to help her, but I have to. Pretty much like that. :PI can't be a psychopath, can I?I mean... I regret a lot of shit I've done, I care about this or that person... I love children, animals, plants... I feel sad, vulnerable, I cry...I do feel empathy, but... Not with you, mother.So I guess I'm just a very headstrong, worthless, ungrateful child.So tired of being physically and verbally abused
that I became unresponsive.Numb. Or "useless", as you usually say.Like...Whatever, really.If you're sad, sick, concerned... I'm sorry, but I can't feel a thing.I tried, I really did... But my own feelings were so many times hurt, forgotten or ignored, that...You know what?Fuck off.Maybe it's not your fault, nor mine.Doesn't have to be anyone's fault - it is what it is.It is how it is.It just bothers me, because... It makes me feel slightly less human.A child who doesn't know what she feels for her mother. Who can't recognize her own mother as that one wonderful, magnificent being, so important and indispensable in her life....I am a monster, I know.I hope people can see that for themselves...
Hopefully, someday soon I'll stop thinking about all that happened, I'll quit wasting my time hating the sickest and most worthless whore I've ever heard of... And I'll concentrate on enjoying the gift life decided to give me.As for now, I shall come here to be a vicious little hedgehog.Despite the lovely night I spent talking to my baby, being sappy and foolish and making plans for our future... Wee devil me still managed to come up with this (epic!) poppycock.Red interviews Cutthroat Bitch :PDo you know what an iambic tetrametre is?No.Know what "Epic of Gilgamesh" is?No.Can give me two examples of Rachmaninoff's works?No.Fancy jazz, blues or classical music?No.Do you draw?No.Could you tell me the title of the first cartoon with synchronized sound?No.Would you be able to tell me who Lando Calrissian is?No.Know how to play chess?No.Can you play the piano?No.Were you a girl scout?No.Ever milked a cow, helped someone castrate bulls, rode a horse, killed a snake, made and flew your own kite or made your own bow and arrow set?No.How many languages do you speak?One.Blonde or brunette?Blonde.Qualifications: N-O-N-E! I don't know you, but I still can't understand what the fucking point was, here...! (Y)P.s.: there - it's out of my mind now. Oops! :P There is something that never really left me, even when I thought I had absolutely none left.With every little prayer, every wishful thought, every victory, I feel it renewed, day by day. Life has been challenging in some aspects, and my strength has been tested, but whenever I open my eyes and feel that warmth in my chest, I know it's it again, getting stronger, bigger, more powerful, the more it is defied.Life is an amazing gift, and so is faith... Escutei alguem abrir os portoesI heard someone opening the gatesEncontrei no coracao multidoesIn my heart I found crowdsMeu desejo e meu destino brigaram como irmaosMy desire and my fate fought like brothersE a manha semeara outros graosAnd the morning shall plant other cropsVoce estava longe, entaoYou were far away, soPor que voltouWhy did you come back?Seus olhos de veraoYour summer eyesQue nao vao entender?Shall never understandE quanto a mim, te quero, simAs of me, I want you, yesVem dizer que voce nao sabeDon't tell me you don't knowE quanto a mim, nao e o fimAs of me, it's not the endNem ha razao pra que um dia acabeNor is there a reason for it to ever endCada um tera razoes ou arpoesEach one will have reasons or arpoonsDediquei-me as suas contradicoes, fissoes, confusoesI dedicated myself to your contradictions, flaws, troublesMeu desejo, seu bom senso, raivosos feito caesMy desire, your common sense, rabid like dogsE a manha nos provera outros paesStill the morning shall provide us other resourcesOs deuses vendem quando daoThe gods sell when they giveMelhor saberIt's better to knowSeus olhos de veraoYour summer eyesQue nao vao nem lembrarShall never rememberE quanto a mim, te quero, simAs of me, I want you, yesVem dizer que voce nao sabeDon't tell me you don't knowE quanto a mim, nao e o fimAs of me, it's not the
endNem ha razao pra que um dia acabeNor is there a reason for it to ever endSomos dois contra a parede e tudo tem tres ladosWe're two against the way, and everything's got 3 sidesE a noite arremessara outros dadosAnd the night shall roll other dicesOs deuses vendem quando daoThe gods sell when they giveMelhor saberIt's better to knowSeus olhos de veraoYour summer eyesQue nao vao nem lembrarShall never rememberE quanto a mim, te quero, simAs of me, I want you, yesVem dizer que voce nao sabeDon't tell me you don't knowE quanto a mim, nao e o fimAs of me, it's not the endNem ha razao pra que um dia acabeNor is there a reason for it to ever end
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bebe possam usufruir desse tempo juntos com toda tranquilidade.Alguns detalhes podem ajudar: a mae sentar numa poltrona confortavel, se possivel com um apoio para os bracos. Muitas maes nao se dao conta que ficam com dor nos bracos por sustentarem a cabeca do bebe por um longo tempo. Com um apoio esse problema desaparece.Utilizar um pequeno travesseiro entre o braco e a cabeca do bebe. Fica mais confortavel para o bebe e da um maior apoio.Bebes que possuem uma boa pega da mama, geralmente nao arrotam. Porque nao engoliram ar e ate pode evitar colicas. Converse com o pediatra, ginecologista ou uma pessoa especializada como uma doula para pedir orientacoes quanto a isso.Um acessorio que pode ajudar muitas maes e a concha de amamentacao. Alem de ajudar a formar o bico do peito, colabora para tirar o excesso de leite do peito que muitas vezes empedra e causa dor.Hoje em dia com as maes trabalhando, acabam tendo pouco tempo com o bebe. O que pode causar um estresse maior que o necessario. Para esse e outros transtornos que podem surgir. Temos ao nosso alcance as essencias florais. Existem varias opoes que podem ajudar tanto a mae quanto o bebe. Converse com um terapeuta floral para indicar o floral indicado para a situacao que esta passando no momento.Como terapeuta, sabemos que muitos dos traumas que acabam atravancando nossa vida, advem do periodo intra-uterino e dos primeiros anos de vida. O espirito da crianca age muito de forma inconsciente e absorvendo todas as emocoes da mae e dos entes mais proximos. Nao diferenciando o que e uma atitude apenas momentanea de sentimentos mais profundos. A maioria dos pais nao tem consciencia da sua importancia no desenvolvimento psiquico do seu filho.Muitas vezes nao controlamos nossas emocoes. Sao muitos momentos novos e unicos. A infancia passa rapido. Por isso, deve ser valorizada. Amamente seu filho. E um momento unico e muito importante na vida de ambos: mae e filho.Bate papo sobre amamentacao:
"HARMONIZACAO DE ESPACOS": Meditando com a gurizada: Meditando com a gurizada Meditar faz muito bem. Imagine entao criancas desde cedo aprendendo tecnicas de meditacao. Num mundo muito... "HARMONIZACAO DE ESPACOS": Mae Nao se apoquente!!!: Mae Nao se apoquente!!! Ser mae e uma bencao! Nao vou dizer que hoje em dia nao e facil ser mae. Acredito que nunca foi. Pode cad... Domingo, 16 de setembro de 2007 Hoje, os meninos jogaram com a Craque de garra e venceram por 8x1. Vamos colocar no blog, a gravacao fiz, dos 4 tempos, quase no tempo integral. Nao reparem na gravacao, as vezes a camera perde um pouco do jogo, como no primeiro gol do rafinha... mas ficou como foi gravado... E parabens a Toque de Letra!!! Cara eu estava vendo uns videos no youtube, e vi um comentario muito bom sobre o Novo CD do O Teatro Magico... Que descreve exatamente o que representa esse novo espetaculo, Que fala assim:- Genial... Simplismente Anitelliano... Maravilhoso... Singelo e Lindo...E isso um jeito Anitelliano de fazer musica, Arte, e diversao, um jeito cosmopolita, que traz "tudo junto e misturado"... Essa trabalho continua com maestria genial, uma levada descontraida e magnifica do a arte faz, e como pode ser apresentada.Vejam mais no site do OTM: http://oteatromagico.mus.br/ "Nao vou desejar que neste ano encontre paz e felicidade permanentes. Nao vou desejar que supere todas as suas metas e venca todos os desafios, encontre alegria no amor, fique rico e seja sempre a pessoa mais linda e simpatica do planeta (mas vou desejar saude. Porque com saude nao se brinca).Nao vou desejar que 2012 seja o melhor ano de todos os anos de sua vida. 365 dias e muito pouco para todas as conquistas, todos os desafios e tudo o mais que deseja fazer, ser e ter.Este ano, quero desejar outra coisa.Desejo que se lembre de todas as conquistas que teve. Que olhe para tras e veja tudo o que foi aprendido, se lembre de todas as pessoas que apoiaram e quem voce foi em todas essas situacoes.Que determine a vida que quer levar. De repente nao e a que esta levando agora. Pare e pense na vida que voce quer ter.Escolha as pessoas que lhe acompanharao. Aquelas que agregam, que lhe dao apoio em todos os momentos. Escolha as que querao seu lado e querem estar ao seu lado.Descubra o que lhe da prazer e trabalhe para que seja constante em seu dia-a-dia. Faca o que voce ama e ame o que faz.Reconheca as caracteristicas pessoais que nao gosta e aprenda a muda-las (ou aceita-las). Voce pode ser uma pessoa melhor todos os dias. Por que quem voce quer ser ja esta dentro de voce. Entao, procure. Insista e nao desista." "Um homem tem de carregar sempre uma chave no bolso esquerdo e um punhado de areia no bolso direito. A chave no bolso esquerdo e para ele saber que e o imperador do universo, que manda na propria vida. E, no bolso direito, o punhado de areia e para lembra-lo de que ele e tao pequeno quanto um