Je suis une émotive. Trés émotive, I could say. I play the hard girl for everyone, but you know better. Being an émotive as I am, this monday mornings, rainy monday mornings, after a weekend all made of sunshine by you, feel like the saddest days. Leaving bed with a kiss on your cheek and a heart so heavy in my chest that almost sinks inside, a heart of an émotive. You lay sleeping, slowing down your monday. Kiss me and wish me a good class, my dear tough man. Aí te dou o último beijo, me enrosco num abraço já de pura saudade, e vou pra vida, trying to be tough too, as I should, but émotive all along.

These days...

Life just continues, goes on...at some point you stop being sad all the time. You have to, I suppose. You try hard to. It's the best to do. Happiness comes to you somehow. But there will always have these days, like today, when something, just a glimpse of anything, a memory, brings all back...brings you back...lie, you're always here, but, brings sadness back...and that feeling of 'wish you were here'...here to see how life went...our life...you would have loved it, had lots of fun, been really proud...Today...just feels again like something is missing...someone is missing...I miss you.

Thanks for the memories?

Memórias. Milhares de memórias despertas nesse fim de semana estranho e atípico. De volta a um passado próximo e ainda assim tão distante, difícil. Memórias ruins, sentimentos ruins,saudades, um turbilhão que quase me faz esquecer o agora. Tudo novo. Ou quase tudo. Quase tudo o que eu queria.  Pior, me faz esquecer todo o antes, graças a um final. Not ready for this ones. Um monte de sentimentos inúteis que eu não mais preciso nem quero guardar. Só lembrar o que foi bom. Just not yet. Ainda há muito para viver do agora para que eu consiga lembrar do antes com todo o carinho que ele merece.