tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36060042631360829662024-02-02T06:44:35.554-03:00Toda Ouvidos, Sentidos, Risos, Gostos e Lágrimas...Bee Hachehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12350575166386502950noreply@blogger.comBlogger39125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3606004263136082966.post-71301867006558611192009-12-20T23:26:00.002-02:002009-12-20T23:35:46.029-02:00You make feel brand newAnd now I knowwwww for the first time in my life,<br />That's why I tell uuuuu, u better be home soon!!!!!!<br /><br />Glad you're in my way<br />I love you when we were cruisin' together!<br /><br />I promise you, I promise you, I will!<br /><br />You know I love you!!!!!Bee Hachehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12350575166386502950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3606004263136082966.post-69274399102021758432009-12-20T22:55:00.002-02:002009-12-20T22:57:26.617-02:00Learning to let goI don't know when it developed on me.<br />Maybe I wasn't ready to face it.<br />The moment is right now.<br />Let him have you as a whole.<br />Allow him to touch your soul.<br />Just let go.Bee Hachehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12350575166386502950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3606004263136082966.post-50597677594276557422009-10-05T19:32:00.002-03:002009-10-05T19:38:23.709-03:00Translating myselfI thought it wouldn´t be that hard. But as time passes by I´ve learned to accept myself exactly the way I am. I´ve been in a relationship and due to it sudden break up I was able to notice myself. I could see all my virtues and also think about my feelings. I grew up in a matter of a week. I feel so light, so sexy, so.....Bee Hachehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12350575166386502950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3606004263136082966.post-31827131825917873722009-05-10T22:10:00.002-03:002009-05-10T22:21:08.568-03:00So Kiss MeKiss me beneath the milky twilight<br />Lead me out on the moonlit floor<br />Lift your open hand<br />Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance<br />Silver moon's sparkling<br />So kiss me<br /><br />What do you prefer: a romantic place or a beautiful view?<br /><br />After the perfect dinner with smiles, starings, food in her mouth.<br />She've only asked for a gum, he kissed her, holded her hand.<br /><br />I love rooftops, she said.<br />I'm gonna take you to a perfect place with a beautiful view.<br /><br />Kisses around, so detailed, so closed to...<br />Even worried with the music...<br /><br />After a while she stopped to appreciate the music and the view.<br />What are you thinking, he asked.<br />About this perfect night, she thought but she didn't answered that.<br /><br />Kissed her eyes, her nose, her chin, her chicks.<br /><br />Please call me tomorrow.Bee Hachehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12350575166386502950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3606004263136082966.post-60634075825573403662008-11-06T14:18:00.002-02:002008-11-06T14:21:20.021-02:00A mensagem de hojeHoras later. Got an email from a friend telling that she's tired of her routine. Me too I've answered her. Everybody is tired of routine. Told her we need more adrenaline. Merde. I did the worst thing I could do. Not referring to what I wrote. But accidentally I've noticed I was betrayed by my excessive care...Laughs is I can do right now...MerdeBee Hachehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12350575166386502950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3606004263136082966.post-26074411949937072792008-08-26T18:12:00.003-03:002008-09-11T12:35:37.701-03:00O passado me condenaEm duas semanas reencontrei doi antigos ficantes.<br />Um deles foi discretíssimo, mesmo porque eu fingi não reconhecê-lo.<br />Outro estava lindíssimo embora que sob efeito de substância psicotrópica.<br />Ele queria me beijar, como recusei. Anunciou a todos que um dia me beijara.<br />Hoje me arrependo de não tê-lo beijado.<br />Me contive e talvez outra oportunidade não haverá.Bee Hachehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12350575166386502950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3606004263136082966.post-40405977779485515572008-08-26T18:10:00.002-03:002008-08-26T18:12:11.557-03:00O reencontroLiguei como quem não quer nada.<br />Passamos a manhã juntos.<br />Ele me quería. Eu não o quis.<br />Eu queria apenas curtir o momento sem qualquer conotação sexual.<br />À noite ele me procurou para despedir-se.<br />Nos beijamos.Bee Hachehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12350575166386502950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3606004263136082966.post-8813890488906466932008-08-09T16:31:00.002-03:002008-08-09T16:34:23.750-03:00LearningAprendi a não criar expectativas. A curtir o momento. Ele ligou numa manhã de domingo. O carinho foi verdadeiro. A noite maravilhosa. Porque pensei apenas em viver aqueles momentos ainda que fugazes. Good memories, good sensations. I'm laughing til now just to think 'bout what we've done.Bee Hachehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12350575166386502950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3606004263136082966.post-39667681266977194372008-07-04T14:16:00.002-03:002008-07-04T14:20:28.571-03:00ColírioHoje o meu colírio apareceu. Deveria tê-lo elogiado mas me contive. Elegante, algo raro considerando a sua profissão. Geralmente são descuidados e usam roupas sempre do mesmo tom. Ele também reparou no que eu vestia. Sei das várias complicações inerentes. Estou a ponto de fazer uma loucura. Mas what the fuck. Life´s mine.Bee Hachehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12350575166386502950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3606004263136082966.post-19282100079956344182008-06-19T14:19:00.002-03:002008-06-19T14:22:34.215-03:00Indecent Proposal Not At AllYes indeed he appeared after a long time. Obviously asked about my missing. He passed by few minutes after his wife came. Asked whether I'd travel to Sp and said he'd be there on next thursday and the should go with him. I said naturally that I would't 'cause I had some issues here. When leaving he said I was a boring person. ' Of course 'cause we wouldn't be able to meet there. In the anonimous city where noone would know about it.....LaughsssssBee Hachehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12350575166386502950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3606004263136082966.post-82221144928507655522008-06-03T14:26:00.003-03:002008-06-03T14:42:07.624-03:00My Carrie's Behaviour<div align="justify">Somehow I've always dreamed about finding the right guy. Somehow I've always wanted to be Sex'n the City's Carrie. And somehow I've really felt like her some dyas ago. Before the meeting I was wondering how it would be. So finally the day came. I wore a dress, large belt and a jeans jacket to gain a youthful appearance. I was feeling enthusiastic and beautiful. Well he arrived, actually took a long time to find the house. I thought he would say that I was looking stunning, but he didn't. It was strange I guess he was nervous. We went to a bar to meet a couple of friends. His friend was more attentious to me. Anyway I thought he was kinda shy or something alike. He drove me home, I've kinda realized he was preparing himself for something when he got a candy to breath better. Arriving at home, we said goodbye but nothing happened, I was leaving the car when he started to talk about his problem. I leaved the car and near the gate when he open the car window, I said: "I thought you'd give me a kiss". When we kissed. This was typical a Carrie's behaviou. I've never imagined that I would do something alike. When kissing I said that he sould've take part instead of me. He smeled so good. Maybe this was just a adventure. Only time will tell. I hope it tells me that this history will continue. </div>Bee Hachehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12350575166386502950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3606004263136082966.post-47683643933080591552008-05-12T13:21:00.003-03:002008-05-12T13:27:16.046-03:00A visit by the morning<div align="justify">My adorable sin has visited me today, after a long time studying in Italy he came with his inviting smile saying that he missed me. He asked me about the tournament. A lot of nice things he told, things and compliments enough to make my day start with a golden key. He also said that I should give him my picture for him to put near his bed and see me everyday. He makes me smile. Although he's forbidden I allow myself to play his game.</div>Bee Hachehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12350575166386502950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3606004263136082966.post-67468878169489833832008-05-05T15:54:00.002-03:002008-05-05T16:01:58.172-03:00Desafio cumprido<div align="justify">Quase dois anos de trabalho, dois fios de cabelo branco, muitos contatos, grau de satisfação dos participantes 95%. Valeu a pena descobrir habilidades até então desconhecidas. Jogo de cintura nos momentos de pressão. E no final ver o sorriso de contentamento. Descobri que sou perfeccionista o que tem seus pontos positivos. Uma nova gama de possibilidade foram abertas. Foi enfim um processo de autoconhecimento. Valeu a pena todo stress, todos os desgastes físicos e emocionais que fazem parte um evento bem sucedido. Agradeço a todos que fizeram parte deste processo e que me aturaram durante todo este tempo. E agora bola pra frente a ver o que a vida pode me trazer.</div>Bee Hachehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12350575166386502950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3606004263136082966.post-68752889706390007122008-04-10T00:39:00.003-03:002008-04-10T00:54:12.520-03:00Sin disfraces<div align="justify">Hace poco tiempo fui a una fiesta con un amigo. Antes que llegaramos selodije que se comportara como un varón, un macho pues que muchas personas serias allí estarían para que nadie se diera cuenta que era gay así como que no se quedara charlando con el esposo de mi amiga que años atrás lo había visto salindo de un bar gay. Bueno que el esposo se encantó con mi amigo. Y la esposa - la diosa - aunque fuera su noche - el lanzamiento de su libro - la gran escritora -se quedó sorpresa con las incomunes invitacioneces del esposo a mi amigo. Aunque conozca la família hace mucho jamás me invitaran a cosas tan intímas. Yo miraba con espanto a las palabras que salían de la boca del esposo y mi amiga me miraba. Ella se dio cuenta de mi espanto. Me sentí muy mal. Ayer encontré el esposo y nuevamente él se acordó de mi amigo. A veces pienso que el matrimonio - los hijos - quedan como una obligación. Aunque las personas sepan la verdad cierran los ojos y mantienen la mentira bajo la falsa imagen de feliciudad.</div>Bee Hachehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12350575166386502950noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3606004263136082966.post-8633253843447339992008-04-10T00:23:00.002-03:002008-04-10T00:37:27.643-03:00Addicted<div align="justify">Viciada sim. Grey's Anatomy, Lost, Desperate Housewifes, No Reservations, Ugly Betty, entre outros. E o mais engraçado de tudo é comparar as pessoas aos personagens. Porque querendo ou não retratam pessoas cujos personagens nos lembram um conhecido, uma amiga. Quem nunca foi Carrie ou Miranda. Tenho ambas em minha múltipla personalidade que muda conforme a beleza diante de meus olhos ou a velocidade de meus pensamentos. Tenho vontade de enviar a ele uma mensagem: "Congrats u've made it. By the way u always get whatever u want". Ontem já me disseram que deveria escrever algo como: "O show foi um fracasso", embora a mídia, a repercussão desmintam isso. Ontem um quase desconhecido me escreveu querendo vender seus serviços de fotógrafo, para disfarçar a extrema cara de pau e interesse falou que deveria ir a Sampa para encontrá-lo. Outro que embora o conheça não sabia o nome declarou-se como meu fã número um. Outro dia o telefonema do cara de 48 anos me convidando para jantar. Vale a pena dar risada. Mas a vida traz outra oportunidades. Diante dos relatos confusos e inconsequentes ou talvez ingênuos de uma amiga que queria provar o ayuasca constato que estou bem e feliz. Em pleno uso de minhas faculdades mentais, um pouco madura e responsável Embora os cigarros aumentem com o passar dos dias e o uso de alguns estimulantes que me mantenham acordada durante o dia...</div>Bee Hachehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12350575166386502950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3606004263136082966.post-9482056266730160232008-04-09T23:35:00.003-03:002008-04-09T23:48:41.229-03:00Constatações<div align="justify">I like this word. Specially because it reveals something I've always knew but just now I've realized about. Eu deveria estar estressada 'cause most of the times the TPM chases me. Today it was different maybe due to a sad new early morning. Simon died. Our funniest and dearest and unique Simon. Late at night the one I've been hating for the last months called me to say that he was feeling depressed, I've laughed but suddenly I've started to feel sorry for him. Maybe I'm not that cold bitch. I had all the reasons to feel happy inside. 'Cause he's been the reason of all my stress. I've decided to search for an ex boyfriend. He stills the same, but much more famous. Once he said to all the audience that I was an open chapter in his life. We made love and our history ended that night. I'm wondering whether how would be my life now if I decided to go on with him. Imagine myself as a wife of label's owner, an rock artist with a man that besides this wild look has a heart of gold. He stills helping everyone with talent. C.H. I had good times with you. </div>Bee Hachehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12350575166386502950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3606004263136082966.post-49171787006245312692008-04-03T02:32:00.002-03:002008-04-03T02:47:10.954-03:00The Art of Complaining<div align="center">Já é tarde, mas os pensamentos fluem à velocidade da luz. É a tal da responsabilidade. É o tal do perfeccionismo que persegue as falhas dos outros. E assumir as tarefas de todos. Dos ineptos que desfilam suas barrigas salientes com um ar de satisfação. Para ao fim exibirem os frutos do meu trabalho. Fui relegada, sou a reles secretária. Descobri novas habilidades, aprendi e estou aprendendo bastante. Preciso parar de reclamar. Isso está se tornando crônico. Preciso ficar me policiando todos os dias. Talvez a solução seja sempre a comparação. Parar de reclamar e lembrar que há muitas outras pessoas com problemas maiores que os meus. O dia de amanhã será melhor. Sinto falta dos amigos que me fazem fugir da realidade. Dos amigos que vivem em outros mundos. Daqueles que sabem rir de suas próprias desgraças. </div><div align="center">Dois fios de cabelo branco apareceram. kkkkkkkkkk.Será que estou estressada?</div>Bee Hachehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12350575166386502950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3606004263136082966.post-68013854645261310922008-03-23T14:01:00.002-03:002008-03-23T14:09:39.918-03:00Pleasant Companies<div align="justify">Ontem saí e conheci várias pessoas. Foi um jantar. Embora a comida não estivesse à altura, a companhia estava agradabilíssima. Uma casal, um futuro casal e os outros três solteiros. A conversa fluía entre flashbacks de comédias e constatações. Um amigo que vive à margem da mentira, relatava suas imagináveis viagens à vários países o que de certo modo me incomodava. Eu não concordava com ele quando me perguntava se eu lembrava daquele fato. Simplesmente porque mentir àquelas maravilhosas pessoas me pesava a consciência. Leonardo, Zezé, Renato, Gonçalo e outro que não me recordo agora. Remarkable. Foi como se eu estivesse no filme "Invasões Bárbaras". Como são adoráveis e queridos. Como me senti confortável. Espero revê-los, com a esperança de que meu amigo não estrague tudo pois toda a sua vida está à mercê da mentira. </div>Bee Hachehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12350575166386502950noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3606004263136082966.post-26046547167800812132008-03-22T21:41:00.003-03:002008-03-22T21:56:53.665-03:00Bitter Mixed<div align="justify">After a long time she met him again. After the sign of getting rid of him. Far form her he smiled, she waved. She waited for the moment to be next to him. No hi's no nothing at all. She noticed the truth. Since the beggining it was a mistake. She still believes in miracles. Life has always bringing her good oportunities. Beyond the remarkable voice, beyond the great smile, there's the responsability of being as good as his father. Beyond his existence, there's this great emptiness.</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">Another dinner. Another night with old guys around. Even if this one was sitting beside her dad, he was facing her. It seems like she has this gift of calling attention of this ones. Whenever she looked in front, whenever she was drinking or eating - there it was - the teasing look. He gaved her his card and asked her to write him, 'cause he wants to help her to get a sponsorship...let's see his real intentions.</div>Bee Hachehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12350575166386502950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3606004263136082966.post-41734611073586738772008-03-18T01:03:00.003-03:002008-03-18T01:34:26.635-03:00Vanidad, Vanity, Vaidade...<div align="justify">Estou no meio da fogueira das vaidades. Qual será a real necessidade de aparecer? O Coordenador Geral que comete erros e não assume a culpa e ainda faz questão de culpar os inocentes na frente de todos. Aparecer e ser competente, aí sim faz sentido. Mas essa insistência demasiada em se apoderar e divulgar as idéias dos outros como se dele fosse. Quanto mais o tempo passa eu aprendo com o caráter das pessoas. Puxar saco na frente de todos e logo difamar a mesma pessoa. Como a vaidade é um pecado. Como essa ganância empobrece a alma. Mal sabe o coordenador que muitas pessoas já o desmascararam e gritam suas descobertas a pleno vapor. Coitado dele. Para não demonstrar a extrema inveja de seu grande rival que havia sido convidado a ser candidato a vereador, ele resolveu pagar o jantar de todas as mulheres. E quem disse que o dinheiro compra tudo, e quem disse que pessoas cultas são facilmente compradas. Por mais estressante que esta jornada se apresente, eu só tenho a aprender. Fui convidada a participar de um grupo de estudos de empresários e o Coordenador Geral não. Eu só tenho a ganhar engolindo os sapos deste ser vaidoso. E o tempo dirá quem ri por último.</div>Bee Hachehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12350575166386502950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3606004263136082966.post-30209797747636506572008-03-16T21:35:00.002-03:002008-03-16T21:54:16.208-03:00Imagem é tudo!<div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHgIlEkfusStf4jeFkbXjr10Mn5vcXO3HNHs8BYUzkPvLrlhrcsg5IW1HQPm9zqu_QKN86vRtSCPgagTV4xc1fGF7oiQAzMp7gPKFWp39EcSri3gJL2grupIRSGrMxHBTxG-fbvHDrWoZg/s1600-h/audrey.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178505196720051666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHgIlEkfusStf4jeFkbXjr10Mn5vcXO3HNHs8BYUzkPvLrlhrcsg5IW1HQPm9zqu_QKN86vRtSCPgagTV4xc1fGF7oiQAzMp7gPKFWp39EcSri3gJL2grupIRSGrMxHBTxG-fbvHDrWoZg/s400/audrey.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#333399;">Cansada de usar sua imagem. Hoje ela foi ao clube e em razão do esporte que ela pratica a faixa etária é bem mais alta. Ela não pensa duas vezes e vai ao encontro daqueles senhores para divulgar o evento. Ela pede ao senhor que convide seus amigos de Manaus. Infelizmente acaba escutando que para divulgar isso ela deve enviar um email com uma foto sua. Elogios à parte, ela se sente usada. Quase sempre sente aqueles olhares de "viejos verdes" a seguirem naquele ambiente. Há sempre um bom amigo por perto. Não foi diferente quando encontrou o querido alento que tecia vários elogios à ela. Não restam dúvidas que o alento nutre algo a mais por ela. Isso cheira a confusão. Ela sai à francesa e nota que o alento a segue com olhares. Olhares que questionam a inexistência de um até logo, de um tchau, de um beijo de despedida ainda que no rosto. Horas mais tarde, ele liga para ela. Aquela voz de felicidade. Aquela voz que sorri ainda que não possa ver o rosto dele.<br /></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLhyS0t0e8hTMCRJhfgAMpWapzX-qMss6vcwiyjajbVWKiwaRW7kE7qOLcNiF-Lxq_WjKvXXburs6VGIh1C8xI-zB2XKSB433Ft81VlnaD9WiTXKEnjeWEJuTsQm6Qc1KMMHwNAXVv49-X/s1600-h/audrey.jpg"></a><div align="justify"><br /><br /></div>Bee Hachehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12350575166386502950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3606004263136082966.post-77082369899255199312008-03-14T21:31:00.002-03:002008-03-14T21:51:46.569-03:00Just another one<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiJFmtoScDyiN4YQc536vnLnTWL6LmJ06Q76bZfuHBEE0lJPwDmcJ8Q7e9ScDqn6TtYDA_I6jmYqaHoB_4j13ou41M6-q-R119f7iK3YVrS_dCrGbYa-o73PRDQq1uBF3EsKBoNGiXHJtm/s1600-h/desire.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177762734313526706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiJFmtoScDyiN4YQc536vnLnTWL6LmJ06Q76bZfuHBEE0lJPwDmcJ8Q7e9ScDqn6TtYDA_I6jmYqaHoB_4j13ou41M6-q-R119f7iK3YVrS_dCrGbYa-o73PRDQq1uBF3EsKBoNGiXHJtm/s320/desire.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="justify">I met him. I could feel he didn't know what to do. The first look reveals it all. Please have a sit. Near him of course. He's like me changes the subject whenever he wants to but we come back easily to what we were talking some minutes ago without losing the catch. He offered me tea and paçoca. I wanted to laugh but I maintained serious. He touches my arm from time to time. He pushes my chair to be closer. He's like a teacher trying to make me feel relaxed. Suddenly he asks my age, about my boyfriend. He's funny. Today I've called him, he said he was having a Spanish class. I've started to talk to him in Spanish. Later he wrote me, si necesitas algo no dudes en llamarme o escribirme. 'Por qué tienes que tratarme así, por qué? No soy un juguete...</div>Bee Hachehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12350575166386502950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3606004263136082966.post-44958032329972805592008-03-14T19:54:00.003-03:002008-03-14T21:28:44.682-03:00Why?<div align="justify">Hoje ele veio depois de um bom tempo sem nos encontrarmos. Nem notei a sua presença assim que ele bateu um papel sobre o vidro para chamar minha atenção. Oi, pensou que me assustaria é? Ele: espere pela próxima vez. Seus olhares me seguiam. Falei para ele deixar de ser tacanho e pensar que você me chama assim. Combinamos, nós dois somos tacanhos- disse ele. Senti minhas bochechas enrubecerem. Sucedido de uma brincadeira de um pegar a mão do outro, iniciativa dele. Você é muito bonita, mas chata. Agradeci o elogio, dizendo que sou exigente. Mas exigente é sinônimo de chata. Agora me pergunto por quê homens como ele insistem em tomar estas atitudes? Seria uma afirmação de que eles ainda estão bem? Ou apenas exercitar o poder de sedução? Enquanto eu sou a pobre vítima destes homens maravilhosos que aparecem...Vou esperar pelo desenrolar desta história</div>Bee Hachehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12350575166386502950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3606004263136082966.post-35982929437827737382008-03-13T22:21:00.003-03:002008-03-13T22:28:56.077-03:00Masks<div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ4BzBMuv1r8VlxVIuyOBjggUYssuSgOG3RFNKx_1K7O36nNb-OXgSt5QiOTDt4KqmuG1uwSkAlV3D36Wraj9PHhRqL2AJPgrWxko6cpavJrMNMJ7Q349b8cfkaQPotNvRUJQOeUROKjX8/s1600-h/mask.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177401763787134354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ4BzBMuv1r8VlxVIuyOBjggUYssuSgOG3RFNKx_1K7O36nNb-OXgSt5QiOTDt4KqmuG1uwSkAlV3D36Wraj9PHhRqL2AJPgrWxko6cpavJrMNMJ7Q349b8cfkaQPotNvRUJQOeUROKjX8/s400/mask.jpg" border="0" /></a> I can see people wearing masks everyday. I wear a mask. Beyond the lovely face there's this incredible ache for something bigger, better and peaceful. I thought he would help me. Our meeting was like lost time. I'm extremely innocent to imagine kindness in people. This is a good quality. I can't undertand at all why envy chases me. I look myself at the mirror and all I can see is that everyday is a big struggle to try to make a difference in this destructive world. I laugh, I smile but I really would like to be in another place, I'd like to start a new life.<br /></div>Bee Hachehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12350575166386502950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3606004263136082966.post-23390156529762199272008-03-10T22:57:00.002-03:002008-03-10T23:06:02.369-03:00No Limits<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaYZkb4W3uRie1m92w-CA070cx9sqffyCvSA8RyHAnU56lt8xsl5wuubCeMMwN76M_gqc891nLgiayaZ1MRBNWeaQ36jtEi9QNSicJIan7wfwG7cbSSOiMKL9uC-UOUJVH13tc37KRQg3v/s1600-h/NGV59CA1O5B0GCA5I6D8WCAWRH1ORCAS4NA7VCAWULUB6CAUW3GQ4CALJF4F4CAUU91U2CATABDCXCANAU4FBCAHUS7GHCAFS2WBNCAXE9592CA51SF0CCARD841VCACI3500CAHKIVW6CA8482IA.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176299378826237314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaYZkb4W3uRie1m92w-CA070cx9sqffyCvSA8RyHAnU56lt8xsl5wuubCeMMwN76M_gqc891nLgiayaZ1MRBNWeaQ36jtEi9QNSicJIan7wfwG7cbSSOiMKL9uC-UOUJVH13tc37KRQg3v/s400/NGV59CA1O5B0GCA5I6D8WCAWRH1ORCAS4NA7VCAWULUB6CAUW3GQ4CALJF4F4CAUU91U2CATABDCXCANAU4FBCAHUS7GHCAFS2WBNCAXE9592CA51SF0CCARD841VCACI3500CAHKIVW6CA8482IA.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I've tried it all. First time. It was like any other one. But the feeling of changing without knowing that was so exciting. There's no time to get sick. It's like bus stations, at every bus stop another comes. No names. No nothing. Just kisses all and around. I had some much fun. Now comes the if I's...Maybe next time. To enjoy with no harsh words, with strangers. To feel desired. The dance, the high music, the lights. And whenever comes someone interesting you kiss him and that's all. That's living intensively. That's the feeling. I'm so alive. I'll never forget that night.</div>Bee Hachehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12350575166386502950noreply@blogger.com0