I want to explode and fall into tiny little rain drops.... (quero explodir e cair numa chuvinha fina...)
This was written on Oct.20th, 2005. From the old blog.
Sometimes my soul expands so much that it seems that it is not even going to fit in my body... it seems it will explode....but it doesn't... and sometimes it gets so small that it seems it is smaller than a head of a pin.... it seems that, all my heart, which was so big and so soft before....now, it gets so small, so tiny.... and there is nobody to come and water it....
Sometimes I want to explode and fall in very little rain drops, like a drizzle....
Sometimes all I want is to be back home, in the world I know, with the old faces and the old habits, e the old streets and the old and delicious food my grandma prepares, and with the fights with my brother and go to the old and small cafe and have some cheese bread.... feel the smell that each place has, doesn't matter if it is good or bad... the smell of the end of the day, the afternoon at my grandma's house... the sensation of arriving at my mom's house... the memories of the lazy saturdays...
I still have the strong memory of my first day in New York.... it is so strange... it looks like two different lives... it doesn't seem they both are the life of the same person... I think I have lived many lives since my plane took off from Cumbica airport... am I still the same person??
Este foi escrito no dia 20 de outubro de 2005. Do antigo blog.
As vezes a minha alma se expande tanto que parece que nem vai caber no peito.... parece que vai estourar....mas nao estoura....e as vezes ela fica tao pequenininha que parece menor q uma cabeca de alfinete.... parece que todo o coracao, que antes era tao grande e tao...fofo, fica tao pequeno, mirradinho.... e nao tem ninguem pra vir rega-lo....
As vezes eu quero explodir e cair numa chuvinha fina......
as vezes eu soh quero estar de volta em casa, no mundo que eu conheco, com as velhas caras e os velhos habitos e as velhas ruas e a velha e deliciosa comida da minha avo e as brigas com o meu irmao e tomar um cafe no bar e comer um pao de queijo.... sentir o ar com o aroma que cada lugar tem, seja bom ou mau..... o aroma de fim de tarde da casa da minha avo.... a sensacao de chegar na casa da minha mae.... a lembranca dos sabados preguicosos com o meu amor....
ainda tenho forte a lembranca do primeiro dia em New York.... eh tao estranho....parecem duas vidas diferentes....nao parece a vida de uma mesma pessoa.... acho q eu tenho vivido varias vidas desde que o meu aviao saiu de Cumbica.... serah que eu ainda sou a mesma pessoa?
Sometimes my soul expands so much that it seems that it is not even going to fit in my body... it seems it will explode....but it doesn't... and sometimes it gets so small that it seems it is smaller than a head of a pin.... it seems that, all my heart, which was so big and so soft before....now, it gets so small, so tiny.... and there is nobody to come and water it....
Sometimes I want to explode and fall in very little rain drops, like a drizzle....
Sometimes all I want is to be back home, in the world I know, with the old faces and the old habits, e the old streets and the old and delicious food my grandma prepares, and with the fights with my brother and go to the old and small cafe and have some cheese bread.... feel the smell that each place has, doesn't matter if it is good or bad... the smell of the end of the day, the afternoon at my grandma's house... the sensation of arriving at my mom's house... the memories of the lazy saturdays...
I still have the strong memory of my first day in New York.... it is so strange... it looks like two different lives... it doesn't seem they both are the life of the same person... I think I have lived many lives since my plane took off from Cumbica airport... am I still the same person??
Este foi escrito no dia 20 de outubro de 2005. Do antigo blog.
As vezes a minha alma se expande tanto que parece que nem vai caber no peito.... parece que vai estourar....mas nao estoura....e as vezes ela fica tao pequenininha que parece menor q uma cabeca de alfinete.... parece que todo o coracao, que antes era tao grande e tao...fofo, fica tao pequeno, mirradinho.... e nao tem ninguem pra vir rega-lo....
As vezes eu quero explodir e cair numa chuvinha fina......
as vezes eu soh quero estar de volta em casa, no mundo que eu conheco, com as velhas caras e os velhos habitos e as velhas ruas e a velha e deliciosa comida da minha avo e as brigas com o meu irmao e tomar um cafe no bar e comer um pao de queijo.... sentir o ar com o aroma que cada lugar tem, seja bom ou mau..... o aroma de fim de tarde da casa da minha avo.... a sensacao de chegar na casa da minha mae.... a lembranca dos sabados preguicosos com o meu amor....
ainda tenho forte a lembranca do primeiro dia em New York.... eh tao estranho....parecem duas vidas diferentes....nao parece a vida de uma mesma pessoa.... acho q eu tenho vivido varias vidas desde que o meu aviao saiu de Cumbica.... serah que eu ainda sou a mesma pessoa?
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