domingo, 29 de novembro de 2009

"...ela tem um lugar no mundo, não tem lugar noutro mundo, e estes dois mundos são Possiveis, mas não são "Compossiveis" entre eles. tem, pois de forjar a bela noção de "INCOMPOSSIBILIDADE"...." 


you're always hidding something, in the middle of nowhere, so you can be the only person that can find it.


sexta-feira, 27 de novembro de 2009

sometimes i think you have doubts if what I say and write, it's somehow for you... but it's impossible you have doubts, because, now that i look behind I think: "what i usually say, what i write, what i do, it's kind of obvious". But meanwhile, i guess i don't have to worry about that if you have doubts, cus you don't pay attention of what i say and you don't come here to see what i write

quinta-feira, 26 de novembro de 2009

Às vezes gostava de nunca: ter olhado para ti, ter perguntado o teu  nome, ter-me encantado pelo teu sorriso, achar que aquele momento já tinha acontecido antes.
Precisamente por aquilo que me fazes sentir

segunda-feira, 16 de novembro de 2009


"I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.

I love you only because it's you the one I love;
I hate you deeply, and hating you
Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you
Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.

Maybe January light will consume
My heart with its cruel
Ray, stealing my key to true calm.

In this part of the story I am the one who
Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you,
Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood.

~Pablo Neruda~

and this sounds like a big hole cracking up, right lovely?

Some people think they're always right

what's the purpose of writing for someone, when it doesn't wrote back?

terça-feira, 10 de novembro de 2009


Contigo, será sempre uma viagem... quer seja ate coimbra B, ou a qualquer outro lado do planeta.

Love you sis*

domingo, 8 de novembro de 2009

quarta-feira, 4 de novembro de 2009


“Remember when I fell in love with you and you didn’t know it? It only took that instant, when you didn’t look at me the way I looked at you, for my heart to shatter. And now, I stand here, seeing you like I did the first time. And nothing’s changed; you’re still not in love with me and I’m still crazy over you. But somehow, just seeing you, just being near you, my heart is mending. Love’s a funny thing, isn’t it?"


Can you explain to me...

What means a kiss on the nose ?

terça-feira, 3 de novembro de 2009

You said this words, since Winter

The best way of reading the words "the end" is to spell il, like the way it sound in the mouth of the person you love.

segunda-feira, 2 de novembro de 2009

I've already wrote to much things for you. I don't know if you noticed that...Well i guess i'll never know.
the little paper says: (remember i'll always be true)
and I say: " i'll always be true even if i said to you: I won't"

"And spring became the summer
Who'd believe you'd come along"