Pieces

 

Two of few or of many pieces missing here and there in a person´s life.

Personnel things.

Relationship, friendship, love, touch.

Daily and momentum things.

Place, roof with walls, activities.

 Missing pieces here and there.

"Pieces not found, imperfection."

Something or someone is not right. The person is not sure about things, and eventually about herself. Whether knows or not what she wants, is uncertain about things and herself. The person has not yet realized, understood herself and things. Her life and what she wants. She does not make decisions, walks along the paths of the wind and live with what appears in front of her. Or maybe that's what she likes and wants.

Hi So

Betrayal is an authenticity

You traitor, infidel, love. Its true, is it what you are saying?

"There comes a time in every woman´s life when being liked is no longer enough"

Touched and slapped is. Is it what you are saying? In my thought I think it is, what else can it be?

Woman needs, more than just to be liked.

Someone present, by her side, listening and talking. playing, doing things with her. Giving an hand, a shoulder, snuggle, comfort. holding her, taking care. Guiding, giving guidance, orientation, courage and strength, helping her in her activities, work, etc.

Daily moments

Someone has to do something.

Defiance, resistance to something or to someone, resistant to herself, to her weaknesses, defiance for self healing. Undefiant, can´t resist to herself and can´t self healing. Undefiant need, wish, the bold disobedience, disobedient to herself, to something or to someone and act. Not because is against something or someone but because of need, wish and submission to a thing, which is touch and slap in her own body and soul.

Until the blood and the body flame fade.

Talking about meat.

Defiant, turns against something or someone. Fights against, does the opposite, even if it could be a good thing for her. It is in the human blood, humans fight, are always fighting. Sometimes good fights, wars and purposes (fights and wars for good purposes) and other times not so much, most of the times.

Until the blood and the body flame fade.

Then comes the time that every woman feel the need of being in her little corner and being comforted by tranquility and peace. By the good memories that were kept in the heart and soul throughout the years of her life? 

Being alone and not with someone, is it a good idea and time for a woman to have and live? Sometimes it is. and why not? Would it be a time to have and live till the end of her days? Whose woman wouldn´t like and want to have someone with her? To feel someone's presence in her little corner, and someone she can be with, talk to and be comforted?

Telling to a person to do this or that. Someone thinks (knows, lived or not) and gives the opinion to that person to do this or that, and it can be a good thing for that person. The person listen and then do whatever wants to do. 

But normally people always do the opposite, or, have or not other things in mind to do.

"There is a quiet power in choosing yourself. When we stop performing for approval and start living from within, we stop being defined by other people’s stories. We begin to be. Authenticity is not perfection—it’s freedom. The kind that whispers: you are enough, just as you are. Il y a une force tranquille dans le fait de se choisir. Quand on cesse de chercher l’approbation des autres, on commence enfin à vivre selon sa propre vérité. On commence à être. L’authenticité n’est pas la perfection — c’est la liberté. Celle qui murmure : tu es assez, exactement comme tu es."

There´s a quiet power

There´s a power

Doro Lyrics

There´s a power...

Higher than me, L.O.V.E.

Well, the intellectual, the writer and the singer is you, not me. 

Butt I do my little things too. 

Tell me what you think, have your say.

Sometimes I 

Hi So

To who is the woman talking?

At this hour I really don´t know anymore.

It's a deck of cards and the cards are all shuffled. Everything is jammed between interaction and crossroads.

Is she here or somewhere else?

Writes and say some things, answers, does she? But not really knowing what I write, say and do, because and much probably she is not here butt somewhere else.

Heard sooomething or not, maybe? 

Knows something or not?

Knows that I exist or not?

Knows me or not?

I read some echos of some things I wrote but I don´t know if she read it here on my blogs or somewhere else?

Are you here? Here in my blog or somewhere else?

There´s a power behind a power

He has the power to make damages here.

Weather

Eight in the evening

and it is still a blue and sunny sky here

    Green               Green                     Green                   

 

The eyes tell a story

 

butt not it all, only long hours of deep sleep.

And how did a little girl went to travel to the middle East?

Who was there, still is and gonna be?

I KNOW

  Television stupid clowns. 

  The sickness and diseases is the clowns job. 

The long hours of sleep and that was when they took her to the x-ray table without her knowledge.

And she felt the pain of it. Amortized with pain killers, with food and drink drops and prizes.

Isn´t it true?

Yes, it´s true. I´ve been with you for a while and you told it. Visually and indirectly you told it on your Instagram posts.

And the skin effects tell a story too butt not all.

It can be bad care, creams and make-up, but also skin effects cause by food and drinks chemical drops. To kill the pain, science or to fire up the body and craziness. 

What does she wants to do? Where does she wants to be? With someone or alone?

Things can be done without any doubt, if there´s will, and with work of course. Not so much if there isn´t will and if a person is alone.

The truth is never far

 

and coming from you slights the thing, the strange, sweet and beautiful thing.

The thing that was and is travelling in a van in never before travelled lands of love. 

But how could the wall let the secret pass through the door being the truth of the thing love and treasure pleasure?

Well, there was a voice, Tinker Bell voice that was whispering things through her intima's thoughts and that little roof. 

I knew, Tinker Bell was talking, telling, I was listening to her, I read her lips and saw her face expressions and gestures.

People know now that the thing is solid. Not only one thing but two things and solid.

He opened the door and run out to hide himself in the garden because of the guilty treasure that he felt and feels.

The second thing, the come back, drank a glass of something and snuggled up in the truth.

He loves the thing and most of all the lovely and beautiful Tinker Bell.

Here is the thin line between love and hate.

One loves the King, the other hates.

3M

A Vanda era uma amiga minha e estudava na mesma escola que eu.

Ciclo Preparatório de Massamá

A few weeks ago he said that it was true and now is coming back to the same answer, I said enough.

Strange, weird

Coffee water

A shameless feelin

No, no how

Time and it gets smooth and better

and things went all wrong

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Messages on my blogs

Love her

It´s been a while since the last time...

Still love her

At the present moment I´m living and loving my girls and some other people.

So much to do and live elsewhere butt I´m still here and doing pretty much nothing at all. Because and its meaningful, I´ve got nothing else to do here buttt elsewhere.