February 2012
4 posts
so much depends
upon
a red wheel
barrow
glazed with rain
water
beside...
– William Carlos Williams
You know, a heart can be broken, but it still keeps beating just the same
– Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe
January 2012
4 posts
December 2011
2 posts
Não chore meu amor, tudo vai melhorar….
November 2011
3 posts
Kaiho
(from the Finnish language)
a state of involuntary solitude in which the subject feels incompleteness and yearns for something unattainable or extremely difficult to attain
I knew that a battlefield of suffering was in my eyes
– Frida Kahlo
October 2011
2 posts
The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known...
– Elisabeth Kubler-Ross
“Tas linda, menina”
Sometimes little words from strangers somehow give you warmth to carry on.
September 2011
6 posts
Que dor é essa, que não parecer ter solução nem fim?
… a dor do coração.
Se você acha aventura perigoso, tente a rotina. É mortal
– Paulo Coelho
Queres casar comigo?
– The sweetest words
May 2011
1 post
Não tenha medo do sofrimento, pois nenhum coração jamás sofreu quando foi em...
– Paulo Coelho
April 2011
2 posts
Evitar a felicidade com medo que ela acabe é o melhor meio de ser infeliz.
March 2011
2 posts
February 2011
2 posts
Se todas as coisas boas durassem para sempre, você saberia como são importantes?
– Sigmund Freud
January 2011
3 posts
Se voce quer entender o amor, aprenda a liberdade
– Paulo Coelho
December 2010
6 posts
Quand il me prend dans ses bras,
Il me parle tout bas,
Je vois la vie en...
Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half-light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
Na vida, quem perde o telhado
Em troca recebe as estrelas.
November 2010
4 posts
La vida es como la espuma…por eso hay que darse como el mar
Só pra saber O que eu não sei
Onde eu não sei Só por você Me ensina a ver O que eu não sei ver também
….Só com você
September 2010
5 posts
April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing ...
– T.S. Eliot, The Wasteland
“Ma chambre a la forme d’une cage Le soleil passe son bras par la fenêtre Les chasseurs à ma porte Comme les petits soldats Qui veulent me prendre Je ne veux pas travailler Je ne veux pas déjeuner Je veux seulement l’oublier Et puis je fume…. “
This song reminds me of when I was twelve years old living with a family in the south of France… it was so strange to...
August 2010
6 posts
A veces me siento sola… pero soy libre
Blessed are the forgetful: for they shall have done with their stupidities too
– Nietsche
Why do I keep making the same mistakes?
A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is...
– Oscar Wilde