gota sentida

sentindo
me
pequenina
como uma
uma got-a

Dancing

dancing the dances of passion
in which
me recolho ao calor
do conhecido

de certa forma
I am looking for a lost
nest

The Frames

Song for Someone

Intensity

Maria Callas.

her eyes said it all.

Waiting for Godot

Beckett.

Quest

I miss that man with white hair and a sweet smile. I have always had an inclination to find grandfathers in men that I've met throughout my life. I've never met my grandfathers. The first one I remember was the man wearing a hat, who would walk by our apartment every single day. He walked slowly, was very thin and used to call me "Superwoman". The sad thing is I believed him. Then, one day, years later, I found out he had passed away. I visited his widower. She was alone - without him, after she spent more than 50 years with him. relationships these days don't last? Besides the obvious reasons. Are some people just cut to be life-long seekers?

Is it that these days, both men and women, have many more options and are always looking for the next good thing? The more I analyze life, the more I see that the essence of a person rarely changes. That we can talk about business or tango, or the mundane, and still basic rules still apply. The principles of ethics, good moral character, behavior, still apply. We can always use cross-references.

Why do I see pregnant women EVERYWHERE? I don't even want children.