Who am I...

a writer? a photographer? a poet? a teacher????a friend?
a good daughter? hmmm protestant? a believer?
a lover? the last romantic? a potential mother? =)
an open minded? an old fashioned?
your best dream? your worst nightmare?
nothing??? anything???
........

I´m a dreamer! thts it

translation of love letters (sounds pretty good in portuguese... lol)

The night now seems cold and darker than usual. The noise of my thoughts threat the silence of my room. The memory of your arms around my body disturbs my sleep. Writing is my relief.

how many opportunities we have to live a great love? to love and be loved? I think I exceeded my quota.

We loved each other! yeah... We loved like birds do. We loved under the stars, We loved on rounded beds at the sound of the wind... My faltering lips pronounced for the first time "I love you" and we loved in the following days, eternal days, eternal nights... my body sighed for yours, your body wanted mine... our eyes looked for each other. A bad day wouldn´t prevent us from the good night kiss.
In the morning the heat of your body on mine would seal the cumplicity of our love with a gesture we used to call "morning hug".

Short days the ones we spent together. Pretty short to fit the amount of love we shared.
=)

it happens...

one of my dad´s brother passed away 2 days ago. (not the guy who got hurt somedays ago although coincidently they have the same name...)
My dad told me the news when I got home yesterday. I felt bad that I didnt hug him and said I feel sorry...
We didn´t feel much cause he was not that close just like all of my dad´s relatives. Before going to Sao Paulo I went to visit him cause I thought I´d never see him again. Guess I was right...
I´ve heard alot about his extravagant life full of "adventures" which leaded his life to the loneliness in his old days.
Well, it doesnt mean he was not happy with it... but I think it wouldn´t be bad to see a familiar face before his last breath.
My dad didnt look that sad but I´m sure he felt pretty bad... Its been the second brother in 2 years. I guess he cant avoid thinking he might be the next one... he is 75. But I´m also sure he feels happy for having a family which will be by his side when he needs =)
Well, well... uncle... guess words are worthless now that your gone... rest in peace!

by the way I donated blood today for the second time and got a snack for it heheheh
sometimes I can be a good girl!

Real fucking life

I was here trying to find out something to write about when I heard my mom´s mobile screaming like crazy: "_ answer me pleaseeeeee!" I ran to answer cause by this time my parents are sleeping... I guess... It was my uncle´s wife, who I call aunt. She hardly could speak. I could hear someone trying to calm her down... then she tryed some words... "your uncle..." holly crap, I thought he was dead! my heart got faster...
She told that he was robbed and the criminals beated him. Among her hiccups she said something about blood... surgery... Im not sure about what happened exactalybut im sure it was kind of serious...
unreal! they´ve taken our right to go around!
My uncle is someone so calm, so friendly, so nice... anyway, good or bad, no one deserves something like that.
I wish I had neverfound something to write about =(

Clouds - The fascinating possibility of a new landscape every single day!

motocross II

Motocross in my city! I was there... my camera too :)

I was already sexy at 3. posing wearing only panties hehehe

"I miss the time I was not smart enough to realize that life is not a fairy tale!"
Glaysi!

I guess I was 4 and sister 12. and I guess I was not in a good mood hehehe
by that time I used to see little men walking on my bed and little stars flying around my room.
Now it all makes sense! My crazyness is not a new fact... lol

auntyyy

posthumous memoirs

I died!!!
I got no flowers, no messengers, no tears...
They are still partying and drinking their beers...


I died...
They are so concerned to things they think about
They even didn´t notice I´m no longer around...


I died!!!
taking my dreams and fears with me
even features are not the way you used to see...

I died!!!

My name is no longer in their friend´s list.
the memory of me is not more then a pic...

But who cares... now im free!

Yeah!!! bullshit... but somehow I felt like I had died... been to places I felt like I no longer belong to. My memory became dust in some people´s mind...

anyway... some people still make me feel quite alive :)