Reflections Reflections and I love reviews
"Maybe breaking a mirror brings 7 years of bad luck because reviewing our face in every piece we learned from despair to see exactly what we are ..
Sometimes one does not look because you already know what you will, and already do not like ourselves, let alone others.
judge too hurt, ties the hands of every action and makes the result of reasoning and scared, with no emotions, and by dint of thinking about how not to be ended as well that you forget it, yet it is an obsession, a refrain that never stops ringing in my head and heart, and every situation looks the same and loses aroma, color and sweetness.
So here it is my mirror, which already imposed my will hear the voices, the same.
E 'right to give their name to the figs, but if you gave it to him already, it sovrapporne another?
And I see from a distance for everyone but not for me I stop and ponder on .. and .. and on ..
and I feel that reflected yet in the Aegean will not make me different, just more thoughtful .. .. less spontaneous and more I feel that it mirrors the Aegean did not realize that they are still quite a while, and I want to sail on a ship, perhaps any, so as not to feel more reflection, but most do not judge everything I see and I expect, because now is the dry land on which rest the feet, and I rejoice in my victory nor consolation in defeat, and win for itself has no taste, nor smell, nor sweetness.
Cassandra "
Friday, October 31, 2008
Sunday, October 19, 2008
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Monday
Sometimes certain days are empty and useless as blunt sticks.
Whether you realize it useless, but you can not get up off the couch and make something decent.
And the hair remain locked in a clamp , and feet in slippers, and head in a cloud of nothing.
But no tomorrow. Like hell it will be a useless day.
You can not brutalize it.
be the reason why I hate Sundays, and contrary to what he says Vasco, I love Monday!
The hook with its halo of possible life, with its slow start, his awakening nervous.
The love for the school and the work begins again, I love it because it makes me feel alive and dragging me out of the house and forces me to look everywhere, everything and everyone to finally see my way, my plane, my train.
I love him because I always believe that something is about to change!
Sometimes certain days are empty and useless as blunt sticks.
Whether you realize it useless, but you can not get up off the couch and make something decent.
And the hair remain locked in a clamp , and feet in slippers, and head in a cloud of nothing.
But no tomorrow. Like hell it will be a useless day.
You can not brutalize it.
be the reason why I hate Sundays, and contrary to what he says Vasco, I love Monday!
The hook with its halo of possible life, with its slow start, his awakening nervous.
The love for the school and the work begins again, I love it because it makes me feel alive and dragging me out of the house and forces me to look everywhere, everything and everyone to finally see my way, my plane, my train.
I love him because I always believe that something is about to change!
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