Consequences of having fun...

My aunt and her belly



I just got the Good News. One more cousin has been born. A new inhabitant in this almost inhospitable place called Earth! A new passenger in this turbulent, but still amazing trip vulgarly known as Life!!! Wellcome dear!!!





My wish for motherhood has increased lately. Perhaps a warning from my body saying "hey, your gonna be out of time."


Thinking of having a life growing inside me fills my heart with a pleasure I've never felt before. Having a baby must be a different way of loving I havent tryed so far. The weird way of taking care of someone who fully needs my care without expecting any reward back. Maybe a spontaneous smiley... Funny thing is I'm more excited about feeling pregnant than taking care of a baby, which is the inevitable consequence. That must be part of the process of becoming a mother... maybe the maternal instinct emerges in stages?

anyway... something is missing to become possible my female urge...

slightly drunk?

For me, wines are all the same. No matter the color, the harvest, the price... They all have the same smell and cause me a fake spontaneity that dissipates the day next giving rise to nausea and vomiting. I never drank for the pleasure of drinking but the effect of alcohol in my behavior, checked by common sense. And common sense tells me I should not drink. Moreover, I never did too much as two cups are enough to change my mood and make me run around saying hello to everybody.

Alcohol is just a disguise, a petty excuse for the outbursts of a frustrated soul. At least to me, alcohol doesnt cause even the alienation of my actions, it just become them praticable and guilt free. I dare say that alcohol is the mask of cowardice. An ally of the minds whose fanciful desires aims to surface. But its effects can't be overlooked. Specially for those who have been through some unforgettable shame like throwing up on their partner in the first meeting or even worse... those who became the pivot of an irremediable car accident.

Drinking bares the soul of people, causes them to feel self-confident, corageous, bold... but do not be fooled! above all, above all, alcohol makes us to sound "ridiculous" and vulnerable!

ligeiramente embriagada (pelas ideias)

Pra mim, vinho é tudo igual. Não importa a cor, a safra, o preço... todos tem o mesmo cheiro e me causam uma falsa espontaneidade que se dissipa no dia seguinte dando lugar a náuseas e vômitos. Nunca bebi pelo prazer de beber mas pelo efeito do alcool no meu comportamento tolhido pelo bom senso. E o bom senso me diz que eu não devo beber... aliás, nunca o fiz em demasia, visto que duas taças já alteram meu humor ao ponto de sair correndo à beira mar cumprimentado qualquer transeunte. [...]

O álcool é só um disfarce, uma desculpa mesquinha para os rompantes de uma alma frustrada. Pelo menos a mim, o álcool não causa sequer a alienação dos meus atos, só os torna praticáveis e livres de culpa. Ousaria dizer que o álcool é a máscara da covardia. Um aliado das mentes fantasiosas cujos desejos almejam vir à tona. Mas nem por isso seus efeitos podem ser menosprezados, que o digam aqueles que já passaram por algum vexame inesquecível ao vomitar no vestido da noiva desavidada, ou revelaram segredos até então guardados a sete chaves ou pior ainda, foram o pivô de algum acidente irremediável.

A bebida desnuda a alma das pessoas, faz com que as mesmas se sintam seguras de si, corajosas, ousadas... mas não se engane!! acima de tudo, o álcool nos faz parecer "ridículos" e vulneráveis.

just like this

I look for a man, other than those known. Who has an adult mind and the heart of a kid; who doesnt like routine... who sees beauty in simple things. I look for a man who leaves a candy under my pillow, who brings me a flower, only one, and says that he passed by a field of flowers that reminded him of me. A man who likes to sit on the sand to watch the sunset or a beautiful moonlight, who wakes me up with a kiss in the middle of the night and take me in his arms to see the sunrise. A man who, on any given day, listening to music, open the car's door and invite me to dance in the street. A man who screams to the world that he loves me or just whisper in my ear..."you're my world" A man who calls me my love, my princess, my baby or just "mine". who makes me happy and surprises me every day. A real man who makes crazy things for me and respects me. I'll wait for the one who will wait for me, the one who will turn to his friends and say: "That's her!"

.....translated from somewhere.......

Dear diary...

Today I wanted to see some stuffs working without my help. It didnt.
Maybe my absense is enough to bring down everything i built up.