Nothing lasts forever

It is so easy to see
Dysfunction between you and me
We must free up these tired souls
Before the sadness kills us both

I tried and tried to let you know
I love you but I'm letting go
It may not last but I don't know
I just don't know

If you don't know
Then you can't care
And you show up
But you're not there
But I'm waiting
And you want to
Still afraid that I will desert you

Everyday
With every worthless word we get more far away
The distance between us makes it so hard to stay
Nothing lasts forever, but be honest babe
It hurts but it may be the only way

A bed that's warm with memories
Can heal us temporarily
But misbehaving only makes
The ditch between us so damn deep

Built a wall around my heart
Never let it fall apart
Strangely I wish secretly
It would fall down while I'm asleep

If you don't know
Then you can't care
And you show up
But you're not there
But I'm waiting
And you want to
Still afraid that I will desert you, babe

Everyday
With every worthless word we get more far away
The distance between us makes it so hard to stay
Nothing lasts forever, but be honest babe
It hurts but it may be the only way

Though we have not hit the ground
It doesn't mean we're not still falling, oh
I want so bad to pick you up
But you're still too reluctant to accept my help
What a shame I hope you find somewhere to place the blame
But until then the fact remains

Everyday
With every worthless word we get more far away
The distance between us makes it so hard to stay
Nothing lasts forever, but be honest babe
It hurts but it may be the only way

Nunca escrevo letras de música. Essa me parece bastante boa.
Coisas eu deveria ter coragem de dizer.

Again

I'm seeing it. I just think I don't wanna believe.
Everything comes to an end. That's the natural flow of everything in life.

Why do I have to write to control myself from some feelings?

Just good bad night to you too

É realmente um record. Quase um ano sem escrever nada.
Percebi que gosto de reler as coisas de tempos em tempos. E (re)constatar o que já havia entendido. Realmente só escrevo quando sinto a necessidade de falar e não tenho com quem.
Preciso de paz. Paz interior. Tranquilidade.
Mas isso é chato. Ninguém quer mais isso hoje em dia. Uma pessoa sossegada é uma pessoa desinteressate. Porque precisamos de algo novo e mais algo e mais algo pra acharmos que a vida vai bem e que estamos aproveitando-a ao máximo?
Fico pensando se um dia me despendesse de tudo que tenho, que conheço, que me viciei. E começasse de novo. Tudo. Sozinha.
Como seria eu e eu mesma juntas? Será que eu conseguiria essa paz ou ficaria super necessitada da tecnologia que estou grudada agora.
Como seria a vida sem ter que publicá-la e divulgá-la? Sem ter que se auto-promover a cada instante? Sem ter que provar nada a si mesmo e aos outros? Acho que seria bom mesmo.
Sometimes I think that I'm not getting what I want. Sometimes I think I'm wanting the wrong things. Sometimes I'm wrong, and other times too.
People can't have it all. Why should I? Let's just wait so. And sleep. Good Night.

Post mais mal escrito e mais sincero.

Il bilancio

Che cosa mi mancherà di più?! Camminare o andare su quei vecchi tram, che sembrano fermi nel tempo, in mezzo ad una città così bella come Torino. Sicuramente mi mancherà l'aria di un'altra epoca che c'è qui.
Gli occhi perfetti e truccati, la gestualità delle mani, l'accento che tanto mi piace. Ovviamente i cari amici che ho conosciuto. Persone che mi hanno aiutato a vivere all'estero senza pensare da dove venivo. Grandi sono loro.
Cosa non mi mancherà!? Non avere purtroppo mi sentito completa. Un'eterna attesa mescolata da una goccia di angoscia.
Tornare anche mi sembra che sarà difficile. Non in un primo momento, ma dopo, di sicuro, mi sentirei lontano della bellezza che ho imparato a ammirare.

Pioggia di sera

Tonight the rain falls down outside and besides a lot of things going on I feel peacefully. With a feeling that things are going according to plans I can hear the non-silence of the water and the cars on the street that have become "the" sound tonight.
That's all I have and I feel like enjoying. Maybe because I expect all those other things that are on my way.
Would I miss this?! That's for sure. People always get nostalgic about things they've passed through. I've learned a lot in Italy and I'll probably take the characteristics
I developed here from now on... Probably for good.
I surely feel more prepared to work. I really thing I've learned lots of things in my professional field. I've got to read and study more also.
The only thing that is missing is the joys of my days. There's always this feeling of waiting that I'm tired of. I want that time to come. I just need it.

Homeless at home

Como é se sentir péssima a 2 metros da sua cama!?
Eu sei.

Depois de váriaaas

For a while I've been shy about posting here. I don't know exactly why. The real reason is that when you get really busy or really happy, you probably will forget to write about feelings.
That doesn't explain the shyness or not recalling writing. But who can explain everything in life?! I just stopped trying.

I was wondering, all those old famous writers... They all got really successful by writing sad things. Why do people like to write/read stuff from people in emotionally pain?
Maybe someonelse's pain I could stand, but my own, I probably won't.
The solution for this.. I've just figured out. Stop scrolling the bar on the right :P

(*stop seeing the past)