Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Love Letters

Todas as cartas de amor são
Ridículas.
Não seriam cartas de amor se não fossem
Ridículas.
Também escrevi em meu tempo cartas de amor,
Como as outras,
Ridículas.
As cartas de amor, se há amor,
Têm de ser
Ridículas.
Mas, afinal,
Só as criaturas que nunca escreveram
Cartas de amor
É que são
Ridículas.
Quem me dera no tempo em que escrevia
Sem dar por isso
Cartas de amor
Ridículas.
A verdade é que hoje
As minhas memórias
Dessas cartas de amor
É que são
Ridículas.
(Todas as palavras esdrúxulas,
Como os sentimentos esdrúxulos,
São naturalmente
Ridículas).

BY: Álvaro de Campos


"Façam o Favor de Ser Felizes"- Raul Solnado

Monday, November 22, 2010

Love Story


« They have been married for two years. He loves literature and often posts his work on the net, but nobody ever reads them. He is also into photography and he handles their wedding photos. He loves her very much. Likewise with her. She has a quick temper and always bullies him. He is a gentleman and always gives in to her.
Today, she's being willful again.

Her: "Why can't you be the photographer for my friend's wedding? She promised she'd pay."

Him: "I don't have time that day."
Her: "Humph!"
Him: "Huh?"
Her: "Don't have time? Write less of those novels, and you will have all the time you need."
Him: "I... someone will definitely recognize my work some day."
Her: "Humph! I don't care, you'll have to do it for her!"
Him: "No."
Her: "Just this once?"
Him: "No."
Negotiation's broken. So, she gave the final warning: "Give me a Yes within three days, or else..."
First day, she "withheld" the kitchen, bathroom, computer, refrigerator, television, hi-fi... Except the double bed, to show her "benevolence".
Of course, she has to sleep on it too. He didn't mind, as he still has some cash in his pockets.
Second day, she conducted a raid and removed everything from his pockets and warned, "Seek any external help, and you bear the consequences."
He's nervous now. That night, on the bed, he begs for mercy, hoping that she'll end this state. She doesn't give a damn. No way am I giving in, whatever he says. Until he agrees.
Third day, night. On the bed. He's lying on the bed, looking to one side. She's lying on the bed, looking to the other side.

Him: "We need to talk."

Her: "Unless it's about the wedding, forget it."
Him: "It's something very important."

She remains silent.

Him:"Let's get a divorce."

She did not believe her ears.
Him: "I got to know a girl."

She's totally angry, and wanted to hit him. But she held it down, wanting to let him finish. But her eyes already felt wet. He took a photo out from his chest. Probably from his undershirt pocket, that's the only place she didn't go through yesterday. How careless.

Him: "She's a nice girl."

Her tears fell.


Him: "She has a good personality too."

She's heartbroken because he puts a photo of some other girl close to his heart.
Him: "She says that she'll support me fully in my pursue for literature after we got married."


She's very jealous because she said the same thing in the past.

Him: "She loves me truly."
She wishes to sit up and scream at him "Don't I?"
Him: "So, I think she won't force me to do something that I don't want to do."


She's thinking, but the rage won't subside.

Him: "Want to take a look at the photo I took for her?"
Her: "...!"

He brings the photo before her eyes. She's in a total rage, hits his hand away and leaves a burning slap on his face.

He sighs. She cries.

He puts the photo back to his pocket. She pulls her hand back under the blanket.

He turns off the light, and sleeps. She turns on the light, and sits up. He's asleep. She lost sleep. She regrets treating him the way she treated him.
She cried again, and thought about a lot of things. She wants to wake him up. She wants to have a intimate talk with him. She doesn't want to push him anymore. She stares at his chest. She wants to see how the girl looks.
She slips the photo out. She wanted to cry and she wanted to laugh.
It's a nicely taken photo. A photo he took for her. She bends down, and kissed him on his cheek.
He smiled. He was just pretending to be asleep.
"You learn to love, not by finding a perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly." »

Saturday, November 20, 2010

A small Girl in a Big World


« Love begins with a smile, grows with a kiss, ends with a tear. When you were born, you were crying and everyone around you was smiling. Live your life so that when you die, you're the one smiling and everyone around you is crying. »
yours kiky <3


"Façam o Favor de Ser Felizes"- Raul Solnado

Thursday, November 18, 2010

The Reid Type *-*

Hey bloggers! Estou numa fase muito calma e serena da minha vida "sem grandes desassossegos". Não tenho do que me queixar, sinto-me realmente bem e a vida mostra-se simples e fácil de viver, e portanto faço o que é suposto: vivo-a sem complexidades e com alguma ataraxia. 
Esta semana tem sido incrível e,  provavelmente não terei outra igual até terminar este ano lectivo. Tenho tido imenso tempo livre, e para já o tenho gasto a fazer as coisas que mais aprecio tais como: ouvir musica, dançar e cantar, ler um ou outro blog , ler as últimas páginas do livro a "Menina Dança" (livro que comprei no verão), and last but not least, passar algum tempo com os meus amigos. 
Hoje venho-vos falar do homem mais perfeito de sempre Dr. Spencer Reid - Homem merecedor de uma enorme admiração e um tremendo encanto da minha parte. Como podem ver, ele não é real é uma personagem, o que por si só já seria de esperar. Isto tendo em conta a estranha associação entre as palavras Perfeição e Homem. 
Este homem é conhecido pelo seu trabalho na série televisiva Criminal Minds, como Spencer Reid or even better Dr. Spencer Reid ( Matthew Gray Gubler). O Reid é um típico crânio com um QI alto e pouca vida social. É a desajeitado com as raparigas e apresenta uma memória fotográfica incrível. Além disso ele consegue ainda ler 20.000 palavreas por minuto ( Incredible, isn't it?).  
Reid - aparentemente um mero NERD, pouco atraente e nada interessante - É a maior estrela desta série. Estranhamente, todas essas características  convertem a seu favor ( WEIRD), na medida em que o tornam Imperfeitamente Perfeito.  Mas, ele não é apenas um Nerd perfeito, é ainda - na minha opinião -   o melhor e maior representante da melhor e maior "classe" de rapazes, isto é a classe Reid. Rapazes altos, magros, com uma beleza não convencional ( o que os faz muito mais giros e interessantes), brilhantes ( mas isso é um aspecto que nem todos os rapazes necessitam de ter obviously, mas se tiverem é óptimo), e um olhar expressivo e sensível ( Não necessariamente olhos azuis ou verdes).
Os Reid Type guys são incrivelmente raros daí o seu constante uso em séries como essa (Dão-lhes um certo brilho). 
A minha "paixão" pelo Reid não foi a única razão deste post. A outra razão,  é o facto de  o Reid  ser na série um Analista Criminal - Profissão que eu Idolatro e que adorava um dia seguir. 


Bem My Dear, Sweet and Lovely Bloggers, por hoje é tudo. Estejam atentos - Girls Bloggers - pode ser que encontrem um Reid Type próximo de vocês! :P

With Love and Care


yours always faithful


kiky <3


PS: They simply perfect, aren't THEY ?

"Façam o Favor de Serem Felizes"- Raul Solnado

Monday, November 1, 2010