News….

Have been very busy….

Pc has a virus…

My mind has many visuses(what´s the plural for virus anyway???)

Have been enjoying both jobs…

Apartment already has sofa

I’m in love…. and he loves me too…

I do feel like writing here… miss having time to blog

Miss reading also

Hair is longer….

What else… I haven’t slept well lately…

Oh, well… that´s all for now

Dream….

In the mist that fell like tears she stood alone, wrapped in a cloak of shadows and silence, songs like sobbing sounding in her ears, songs like longing, songs like leaving, songs like loss.
In the mist that fell like tears she wept alone, and felt his arms caress her in raindrops, felt his lips grace her neck with the dew, heard her name in his whisper on the wind.
In her cloak of shadows and silence she wept, alone in the tears, alone with the apparition of a dream she could not name.
Under the streetlights the stars paled and the streets shone in silver, slipping softly into secrets and whispers and sorrows she could not see.
In the darkness the raindrops were diamonds streaking down, glowing midnight stars, dreams dying in little splashes as they slaughtered themselves on the pavement.
So many dreams, so many dying, so many dead….
So many things that weren’t and should have been.
She stood there alone in her cloak of shadows and silent sorrow, the sound of sobbing singing in the rain.
In the mist that fell like tears she felt his hand, a breeze unknown caress her cheek, his eyes a watery moonbeam on her skin, his laughter so unexpected gurgle in a curbside drain. He was everywhere in this night of silver and shadows, he who had no right to fill the darkness so. In its silence she heard his songs: songs of light, songs of love, songs of longing. Songs she had never thought to hear.
In the raindrops that fell like tears, she heard his songs in the shadows, and in her silence knew their words.

….Weird is the way we see things when love is in the heart.That was supposed to be simply a description of a dream. I dont know what it sounds like anymore…

In my place….My new place….

I haven´t posted pics of my new place yet… There are some more to come, but I just managed to scan these so far.

This first one is my bedroom. On on my bed there´s Arthur( my violin ) !!!

This is part of my living room, still not well furnished not painted yet. There´s the corridor, there are 2 bedrooms and at the end of it it´s the bathroom.

This is a pic of the avenue behind my condominium. There´s a subway station (on the right) and my building is this one on the left. Very practical, convenient and nice place. Also, this avenue is full of pubs and restaurants…

This is the view I have from my living room window. Not the bst pic as it was a cloudy day. I´ll try to scan and post a better one later. But hope tou are able to have an idea of it

Next one was taken from my bedroom window. Sunny morning….see the subway??

See ya!

Added Later: For those who might ask, I live in São Paulo. This district is Parada Inglesa, In the north part of it

Easter Message

Greetings to everyone observing Easter this year. During this joyful season of new life and renewal, Christians around the world celebrate the central event of their faith — the Resurrection of Jesus Christ, whom Christians believe is the Messiah, the Son of God.

The life and teachings of Jesus has inspired people throughout the ages to strive for a better world and a more meaningful life. Jesus’ death stands out in history as the perfect example of unconditional love.

The four Gospels of the Christian Bible recount Jesus’ amazing life, his miraculous death, resurrection and ascension, and his unending offer of salvation to all. The story of Jesus wondrous resurrection comes alive again for Christians each year at Easter.Easter Sunday commemorates in song and celebration the joy and promise of Christ’s triumph over evil and death.

May Easter be for us, not just a happy annual holiday which is soon past, nor a short religious digression, but the renewal of a firm commitment to our Faith which will be evident to others as they observe our way of life. If we walk in the light of the Resurrection, Easter will renew and refresh us. Even if we have known it only as the retelling of an old story, let us have the courage this year to bow in faith to the Master who died—who suffered an ignominious death for us—and has given us life. This Easter can be the beginning of a new life as well as of a new day.  

For all its personal import, Easter is not a feast for individuals alone. It is experienced in the company of the Church and in the communion that binds us to each other in the Eucharistic Body and Blood.

Have a Nice Holiday

Love is a decision, not a feeling

It is true. I have been thinking about it and recently stumbled upon a discussion online
among believers that love really is a decision, not a feeling. I truthfully can’t deny the fact
that feeling is present, but it is very dangerous to just associate “love” with feelings alone.
In addition, 1 Corinthians 13 – the famous bible passage about love, does not associate
love with state of feelings at all. But it’s a decision, it’s an action. That is what I have recently chosen. To love and be loved.

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude,
it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not
delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes,
always perseveres.

Love is definitely a choice and a decision that you have to make. Love can’t be based on
feelings cause feelings come and go and feelings fade. At the end of the day, you have to
CHOOSE to love that person. Love is a sacrifice in all ways and it will take ALL of you to carry
out that sacrifice to make it a commitment.

<thanks Sada, for this link….

Bliss…

Have you ever been outside and everything is so beautiful to look at it almost hurts? The sky is a brilliant shade of cerulean blue, lined with a soft layer of misty white clouds. Over to the left is a clump of bushes, a loud but attractive yellow-green. The rust on a bridge overhead shines brilliantly in the sunlight. A semi passing by causes my breath to catch, because it is just the right shade of orange. Everywhere, color and sunlight. Warm colors, brilliant colors, off-setting each other, meshing into a diverse but cohesive landscape; a balm for my eyes, my senses, my soul.

That’s how I’ve felt recently, when I’m outdoors and I take the time to look around.

Strength and weaknesses as someone willing to write

I think I am generally an average writer. There are many things that I have problems writing but then there are other things that I write much easier then other things. I have problems when I write analytical papers because I have a problem writing down my opinions, I am better at saying them and speaking. I find it is much harder to put something down on paper then it is to say something because when you write something down it can look wrong and sound wrong. Looking at what you are trying to say makes a difference, I don’t really knw why though. Writing just takes time and many different drafts to try and express my opinion, eventaully I will get it down. I think I am a better editor then a writer. In high school we had to write many different papers and it was always after I wrote a paper and it was always a terrible paper that I could do something. I need somewhere to start. Starting anything is the hardest part because there are so many places you can actuall start from. When editing you can say no this sounds better here and that needs to be re worded. I think that is the only reason that my papers come out ok, it is because I can make them flow if I read over it enough because I catch the mistakes while reading not writing. Though I also admit that my grammer isn’t perfect. I still do make mistakes. Sometimes I think somethig sounds better then someone else and there is nothing that I can do about that. I think I would do a better job editing our paper and I would help us make more proegress if I did that, rather then writing the paper.
I think writing is a necessity and everyone should be able to write an adaquate paper. Everything a person does will cause them to write something this day in age. Especially with the internet and e-mails. Although it isn’t a piece of paper it is still a form of communication and I think that writing shows a lot about a person. I think that as the years go by I will make more progress in my writing and I will learn many different writing styles since everyone you meet will have a different style.

Things regarding love and romance are going well around here at this time. Something has sparked the detective within me who is anxious to probe, inquire, and search out the core truth in every situation. My grounded, stable, and practical approach will be my greatest asset.I just need to make sure that I let someone else be the martyr today - Let another also be  the one who needs to take control. Or… just be the one.

between what it is and what isn’t

If the hands, as these words are typed, are real
If your eyes, as you read them, are real
If my thoughts are more than just a fantasy
If I am real

Would you take me?
Without any other expectations
Without dreams or obligations
Would you take me?

Every word
Every thought
Without facial expressions or scents
Living between two parenthesis

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**Armour…this one is to thee…