In the name of the truth

As time and will don´t let me write more than this:

Israel: Stop bombing and killing.

Hamas: Stop the rockets and the building of tunnels.

Israel: Stop colonizing Palestinian land. Stop invading villages ant taking land from both Muslim and Christian families.

Hamas: Stop extremism.

Israel: Stop evoking Holocaust to explain your actions. Stop the occupation.

World: Stop ignoring.

USA and Obama: Stop being biased.

UN: Stop the innaction.

Uncomfortable

Hello? 

Is there anything in there? 

Just touch my hand if you can hear me. 

Is there anything in your heart? 

Come on, now, 

I know you're feeling disappointed. 
I can ease your pain
Get you on your trail of hope again.

Breath. 

I'll need some information first. 

Just the basic facts. 

Can you tell me why it hurts? 

There is no pain you are receding 

A distant tree on the horizon. 

You are only coming through in shades. 

Your hands touch mine but I can't feel anything. 

When I was a child I had a fever 

My hands felt just like two balloons. 

Now I've got that feeling once again 

I can't explain you would not understand 

This is not how I was or am. 

I have become uncomfortably numb. 

Absurd waiting

What are you doing?

Waiting.

For what?

Don´t know.

Let´s go, then?

Can´t.

Why not?

It will come.

What?

Something.

How can you wait for something you don´t know?

I can.

That´s ridiculous.

Is it?

Yes, so...

Still going to wait.

That´s absurd.

Maybe it is.

It is, no maybe.

Ok, it is.

So and again, what are you waiting for?

I´ve told you.

No, what are you waiting for to forget and go?

Won´t forget it.

Come on, let´s go...

No, I won´t.

Don´t you think you´ve waited for too long?
Maybe not.
Maybe yes, you should know.
I´ve told you I don´t know.
That´s it, you don´t know.
Do you know?
Know what?
Where to go.
No... but...
See? You don´t know either.
I know I, we, should go.
Not enough.
So you´ll stay here.
Yeap.
I´ll go.
Go. Go where?
Somewhere.
Wait a minute. That´s ridiculous.
Maybe it is.
It is.
Going.
Ok, go. I´m going to wait.
For nothing. Absurd.
You don´t know.
You don´t know either.
I don´t know... You just wait...
No, I won´t, going, I´ve said.
No, you just wait and see...

Rear window

Come, come, here they come!

A bit later than usual, I should say.

Yes, but look, another umbrella.

Yes, another umbrella.

I wonder where they´ll go this time.

Scares me to death just to think of it.

Nobody knows but us.

Which scares me even more.

We could tell the police.

We could.

We should.

Should we? What should we say?

The truth.

What truth? That we´ve found hundreds of colourful umbrellas abandoned in an alley?

At least somebody else would know.

War and peace

All I want is peace.

You should give me peace.

Everywhere I look there´s war.

                     What are you saying? We´re not at war. I´m not at war, with you.

You´re at war with yourself.

                     Please don´t say that. You know how this war is affecting me.

This war doesn´t depend on you alone. But your war does.

Do something to appease yourself. You´ll appease me too.

                     Don´t know if I can make it before the war is over.

We´ll talk when the war is over, then.

When peace comes.

Yours, especially. 

Up there where we don´t belong

Is it me?

Our marriage?

I´ve been thinking...

Have I done anything wrong?

You´ve  stopped loving me?

You´ve found somebody else?

Tell me, I hate to see you like that.

And I´d hate to see you like that because of me.

Come on, nothing of that sort!

So, what is it?

You´re strange...

Why that face?

Why that uncomfortable look that makes me feel even more uncomfortable myself?

Oh, silly silly Sally

It´s the cold!

Gosh I´m freezing up here!

Come on, baby, let´s go down. Now!

Break

Please, don´t break my heart

Don´t break up with me

My heart has been broken too many times

People already call me Breaking Benjamin

Without you I´ll surely break down

Come on, give me a break

You don´t look like the breaking type

And I´m not breaking up

All I want is to break the routine

Like breaktime, you know, essential

Differently

He always felt he was different though he tried hard to be normal. He knew he was different as others kept saying he was. He wished to be normal as he thought others were simpler, happier. Yet others looked at him thinking he was the happiest of all as they valued his difference as much as he valued their normality. He felt happy about his difference at times. But he wished he was just like the way others were at times, too. He longed to be normal, as normality would make him blend. Others longed to be different to stand out the way he did. 

All that summer allows

Here´s a list of nice things about summer. This is obsviously a post about nothing relevant. In fact this is totally irrelevant. Silly days ask for silly things. If you can follow this till the end I congratulate you because you´re in a total silly mood yourself. The two of us could be on the way to happiness. That´s something. That´s summer. 

1. Crystal-clear waters, smooth beaches that look like paradise on earth

    

2. Relaxing hammocks... they don´t have the same effect in winter, do they?

3. Seashells and little buckets that take me to childhood memories of beach time mornings

4. Flip flops...  total freedom at your feet:)

5. Picnics in the fields... romantic ideas on the countryside

6. Pools... relaxation of mind and body

7. The road... and going south. On the search for the sun and warmth

8. I want to ride my bicycle... I want to ride my bicycle

Dancing in the dark

Never thought I could dance

But you can

They always told me I couldn´t

You shouldn´t have believed them

How couldn´t I? I believed it too

You did?

That´s a fact

That´s bad

I wanted to change my clothes, my hair, my face

What for?

Thought I was not right

But you surely were

I am now because of you

Because of you, you mean

You can´t start a fire without a spark, you know

No, I don´t know

You should know then

No, you should know

What?

That the spark is within you

March

It´s not that cold. In fact, it´s not cold at all. 
But the rain, it´s the rain, the neverending rain.
It´s worse in Spain, to what it seems.
But there it´s mainly in the plain.
Plane? I thought you were going by train.
I am. Rain here and rain there. Soggy weather.
Foggy?
That too. But soggy days, see?
Soggy month. Yes, the sea. What´s it called there?
Dead. 
I see... 
Dead cold it has been. And now rain is on the march.
Nevermind the rain. 
You don´t understand. 
Kind of poetic in the city...
To hell with poetry when rain is in my heart, too.
Ok, get your umbrella. Let´s march against that rain. 

Shorty post

Days were short and still getting shorter. There was shortage of sunlight and there was shortage of warmth. She was short of money, short of patience, short of love...  And one could say she was short of merriness, as she was short of the affection she once had and lost. The kind she mostly needed now. Short of light, as days went by... and yet not entirely short of hope. And not exactly short of time. For days will be long again and, longing for them, longer will her love last... In short, let short days be. For the moment. For shortly after, short will become big.

Holding back

She held back from telling what her problems were more and more. For she feared they wouldn´t understand, They could get too worried, more worried than she actually was. They could scare her, which she loathed beyond normality. They could make fun of her, which she wouldn´t bear at all. They could simply ignore her and that was not what she expected either. What did she long for, really? Some kind of brave understanding, sensitive cumplicity, visionary humanity, positive realism. Too much. Too much to ask from ordinary people, too much to ask from most people. And yet her growing reserve could be broken naturally and willingly with a few people. Few people but enough. Enough for her problems. If not forever, at least for now. 

Engraçado

Muito, mesmo.

Summertime

She was already missing sunny days that were not gone yet. She was already missing the warm rays that had not left yet. She was already longing for summer before this very one had ended. For she feared the dark and the wet, the short and the cold days that lay still ahead. Why wouldn´t she, after all? Why wouldn´t she hate the idea of having to wait another year till she found light and happiness? Till she merged herself into sweet dullness and revigorating sunshine? Why do inner moods have or tend to wave along outer physical circumstances? No wonder she was, as always at this time, feeling a bit under the weather.

O segredo

Fica só entre nós...

Yellow

Waiting for the submarine?
No, not at all.
But waiting?
You could say that.
For someone, then?
I´ve been waiting for the sun. I´m always waiting for the sun.

Orange

Where are you going?
Somewhere.
Don´t go.
Gotta go...
What will you do?
Find something juicy.

Sense(s)

               

They asked her about the colour of days and she answered they came in quite different shades. Then they asked her about their flavour and she replied that lately they smelled like routine and responsibility, hard work and tiredness and that she would like them to taste more like freedom and time, pleasure and laughter. They still asked her about the way they looked and still she replied they could look a lot better. And they went on, asking if she could hear them. She said they could be heard in less decibels, in quieter tones. Then they asked her if she was losing her senses. She said that her senses were still pretty much alive. So alive that they allowed her to look at days with good sense and with good sense aknowledge that a lot more sense is and will always be expected to come out of them. And that she would wait to touch the peaceful merriness of such days again.

Grey

It´s raining a lot.

So it seems.

Want an umbrella?

Not for now.

You´ll soak.

Only for a moment.

Don´t be foolish, you´ll be ill.

There´s a chance I won´t...