BAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH

Pessima noite. Cada vez mais afirmo com toda a certeza , estar na Guarda deprime-me e faz-me mal! Estou desde ontem a tarde num momento bahhh e nao sei. Bonito , nao acham?! NAO! Ha um dito cujo sujeito A que me tira do serio, irrita-me. Epaah porque raio quando se começa uma nova etapa o passado nao fica para tras?! Isto está literalmente a comer-me aos poucos. Eu venho para ca e confesso que nao quero saber de A mas depois vou ao sitio X porque sei que a probabilidade de o encontrata é muito grande. Se A está la fico toda atrofiada, se nao esta fico atrofiada na mesma. Sim eu sou anormal, ha 18 anos.... Sim tenho 18 anos lembram-se do que isso quer dizer??? Pois eu lembro, nao queria lembrar mas lembro, e isso chateia-me. Tambem me chateia muito estar com uma vontade estapafurdia de fumar e nao poder. E chateia-me igualmente querer ir ao sitio X e nao querer ao mesmo tempo. Nao me estao a perceber? Pois eu sinto o mesmo, nao me consigo entender. Acho que vou colapsar a qualquer momento. Ahhh e sabem que mais quero responder as mensagens A, mas nao quero. E hoje é pascoa, e dia 24 tambem. Ja vos tinha dito que desde ha muito tempo que deixem de simpatizar com o numero 4? principalmente quatro de fevereiro!
Só tenho mais uma coisa a dizer aptece-me fazer uma continuaçao da historia que um dia comecei, mas nao sei se posso ou se devo. Ahh hoje tive um sonho nao agradavel.
Olheem para todos um grande " BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH"

A primavera da vida é bonita de se ver

Ora muito bom dia. Bem, a dor de dentes continua, a dor de ombro nao quer ser simpática e o deserto do Saara? Ui...não fazia ideia do tamanho mas sinceramente até gosto porque lá é calminho e quentinho logo eu fico feliz.
Mas eu tinha um objectivo para o meu devaneio mas ja nao me lembro...
.........deserto........
Apenas gostava de saber uma coisa : "porque não?"

E tenho dito.

Definitivamente nao transmissivel

Porque falar na primeira pessoa sempre foi difícil. Então , façamos de conta que eu, não sou eu, evidentemente.

"Tu és aquele tipo de pessoa que ainda não decidi muito bem o que és...Talvez se encotrasse uma categoria "não sei" para meter as pessoas , eras uma das primeiras. Então , fazes parte do "não sei". Foste naquela altura, quase um aninho atrás e durante muito tempo ficaste guardado no cantinho da memória, ficaste lá longe onde os meus passos não conseguem atingir e nem as minhas mãos te tocar. Mas, com meia dúzia de palavras consegues mudar isso. Passas a ser uma supresa, daquelas (re)confortantes e simples. Passas a ser um mimo. Aquele mimo que sabe tão bem... És diferente, e não sei se isso é bom..."

A puta da mania que os dentes do siso tÊm de nascer e fazer doer--´

Boooons dias minhas alegrias!! Senti-me um bocado Xuxa agora mas pronto é a vida. Ora muito bem :) Minha pessoa está na maravilhosa cidade da Guarda, ou seja, ervas tenras e pensa que vai morrer de tédio daqui nada porque acho mesmo mesmo mesmo que isso vai acontecer...Mas tenho mimnho dos amiguinhos e da maezinha e do cão estúpido e do gato que parece nao me reconhecer. É uma cena fantastica. Sim, muito fantásticas visto que cá em casa a minha mae anda a deitar paredes e tal a baixo e eu passo longe da obra com duas desculpas muito plausíveis e verdadeiras, que são : o pó faz-me alergia e para todos os efeitos, doi-me o ombro. Bem, cá pela Guarda são essas as novidades, no entanto , em Braga as coisas devem estar um bocadinho diferentes. Não é? é,sim. De certeza que sim. Mas, porém, no entanto, todavia ( a sério que adorei a minha professora de portugues no 10º e 11º ano). Em Braga, mais precisamente na UM, e ainda mais precisamente, na praxe do mui nobre curso de relações internacionais foi aberto a época de apadrinhamento e....e.....Olha o deserto do Saara a fazer-se na minha cabeça........Conseguiram ver?? O deserto do Saara é lindo. E aconselho , vivamente, a todos darem lá um saltinho. é que , para todos os efeitos, eu ja lá estou xD Bem, a vida é bela e amarela e doi-me o cerebro. Ah! e vou cortar o cabelo x)

I run my fingers through your hair

Bom dia!

Não sei o que vai sair daqui mas estou noutro "momento não sei" e a única coisa que me apetece fazer é abrir o blog e ver o que acontece. Muito medo desse perigo mas vamos lá :

"So....." She pushed on

"So what?" I pushed back

"I´ll need the jaws of life to pry it out of you, won´t I?"

"I think you´lle need to make a call first....."

"I can wait, I can wait all day, all week. Damn, I´ll buy a tent and I´ll just sit here and wait for you to talk" She was ranting, she did it well. and I always smiled when she did because she learned it from me.

I took a breath in and started :

"It is complicated"

"Everything is" She interruped

"I was starting...."

"Sorry" she said with a grin

"We were best friends, and now we are not" I finished, and thought that maybe it was not so complicated

"Annnnnddd" She pulled on

"It hurts" I said pulling at my sleeves

"Thats love darling, it hurts"

"I know, but will it stop hurting?" I asked holding back something I won´t ever be capable of decscribing

"No, never" She said with a nod

"Good, that proofs it was worth it"I stated

"It always is"

E foi isso que saiu do "momento não sei"

São coisas que a demencia disse :D

Um homem que não está disposto a morrer por uma causa não merece viver*

"Chapter Thirteen: These Scars that run so deep.

Alexander was sleeping with his chest to the mattress and Taylor was using his shoulder blade as a pillow leaving a mess of red hair on his shirtless back.

He was a very light sleeper and woke up on that Wednesday morning to find his wife tracing one of the scars on his back with her index finger.

“What is this one from?” She asked knowing he was awake.

She was referring to a jagged, irregular, bumpy scar that seemed to have faded over the years.

“The one next to the tattoo of your name?” He whispered.

“Yes” She answered as her finger stopped over that patch of skin

“His belt buckle” Alex said, his voice thick with sleep, as he turned to face her

She half smiled in sympathy when her eyes met his sleep filled eyes and morning stubble.

He pulled her close and wrapped his arms around her.

She started to trace another scar on his toned right arm.

“Cigarette car lighter” He said bluntly referring to where her hand was.

She kissed his arm, hopping that it would make the scar disappear.

“Why didn´t she stop him?” She asked looking his in his dark eyes.

“My dad died when I was five and when I was seven she remarried. – This part of the story Taylor was familiar with – He was a good guy with a short temper when it came to me” He tried to explain

Taylor´s hands rubbed his arms.

“And Molly?” She asked referring to his half sister.

“Never touched her, never even yelled at her.”

She looked at him with sorrow. Taylor knew about his abusive step father but he was never prone to giving her details without her having to push.

Alexander took a breath in and decided to tell her the whole story. He held her tightly hopping that maybe his words would be less painful.

“Every time he hit me, I´d run to Jordan´s house. She would put a band aid on me and let me stay until I felt well enough to go home.” He exhaled.

Taylor found herself half smiling in amusement thinking of a seven year old Jordan putting a band aid on seven year old Alex.

“Her parents knew and sometimes they would let me spend the night. They were the ones who took me to the hospital the day I broke my arm when I was twelve.”

Taylor began to trace her hand over his left arm. There was a crink in the middle. And she remembered how he complains a little about it every time the temperature drops.

“That is the year you started playing baseball, right?”

“Yes. I started to play that year and at seventeen I was offered a scholarship to play varsity for Boston College….Jordan followed me all the way from Connecticut to Massachusetts. She went to BC. Journalism. And so did I. We shared a dorm throughout college.” He explained as he buried his nose in her red hair inhaling the scent of her shampoo.

“A ballerina turned Journalist. – Taylor joked – But what about vacation. You had to go home at some point. “She asked.

“I would go home for two days out of every school year but I did call my mom every other day.” He explained.

“What about the holidays?” She pushed on.

“Jordan would beg her parents to come to the house her grandmother owned in the Hamptons… They would come on every holiday and Emily also came when she had time…We would all celebrate together… I felt like part of their family…I still do.” He said honestly.

Taylor pulled away from his arms and looked in his eyes.

“Ok” She said.

Silence settled between them.

“Tay?” Alex called in a whisper.

“Yeah?” She answered half asleep.

“You have scars too, right?” He asked insecurely

She inhaled and pondered before giving him an answer. She thought it was funny to see her tall, dark, handsome, quiet and confidant husband so sensitive.

“I do. - She finally answered – But I´m not a show off like you. Mine are inside.”

Taylor snuggled into the nook of his shoulder and dozed off. And Alex sighed in something that resembled relief."

In Down Came the Rain by J. Rodrigues

Sim, ja escrevi um livro, e só uma pessoa o leu ate hoje <3

Nata

I just wann be her, no big deal :

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