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.