tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71051842627011882582012-02-01T18:55:10.554-02:00Empine o nariz, faça cara de conteúdo e solte um pigarro. Você está no lugar certo!Chenoreply@blogger.comBlogger2101100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105184262701188258.post-62573736920199423912012-02-01T18:55:00.001-02:002012-02-01T18:55:10.647-02:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p>She: Tell me about your dreams.<p />He: I don't have to. I mean, it's almost always you.<br />Either I'm with you or I meet you in a dream inside a dream.<br />I'm getting crazy, I know. A couple of weeks not seeing you and I'm like this.<p />She: You're not getting crazy. We just have to endure. A few more days and my job here will be done.<br />And I miss you too, you know.<p />He: At this situation even this is good to hear... I'm here over the couch with two blankets, a cup of tea on the floor and all the lights and tv turned off. Which means, I'm an old man without you!<p />She: Hahahah exaggerated! And I don't want to see any stains on the carpet, mister!<p />He: You mean, aside that one where you spilled wine on our last aniversary?<p />She: That was on purpose!<p />He: Yeah, right. Hahahah.<p />She: Of course I was a little drunk and at the time it felt right to do...<br />But it's nice, you have something to look at now and remember me!<p />He: I don't need any stain or what so ever to remember you, silly...<br />Just... Come home soon alright?<p />She: Mmm you're that needy... Must be the cold weather...<p />He: Of course not! I want to see you because I have lots of new jokes, you know!..<p />She: Hahah yeah, right... I can't wait to laugh of the bad ones!<p />He: And you lady don't drink too much with your colleagues there. You might think it's a good idea to spill wine over their hair, you know!..<p />She: That is a bad one alright! *lol*</p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7105184262701188258-6257373692019942391?l=blase-peronomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105184262701188258.post-82072421604310545562012-01-27T22:26:00.001-02:002012-01-27T22:26:09.769-02:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p>Se voc&ecirc; &eacute; meu lar, e ainda assim n&atilde;o te tenho, ent&atilde;o estou vagando.</p> <p>Na m&uacute;sica em que tento te achar no mapa-mundi<br />ou no livro vou te descobrir entre milhares de outros personagens.</p> <p>Do agora, s&oacute; sei que est&aacute; longe.</p> <p>Mas nos meus sonhos consigo alcan&ccedil;ar tudo.</p> <p>E vou, no mundo em que as pessoas flutuam.</p> <p>Entre desenhos animados e bal&otilde;es coloridos<br />e o c&eacute;u &eacute; de um tom azul giz-de-cera.</p> <p>L&aacute; eu te encontrarei... Ainda que seja ali na lua<br />Pois pra quem flutua isso n&atilde;o &eacute; nada!</p> <p>Voc&ecirc; chegar&aacute; com suas asas de fada<br />e eu num foguete, pra chegar mais r&aacute;pido.</p> <p>Se o c&eacute;u espacial estiver escuro demais<br />mudarei o tom com a ferramenta de pintar<br />e teremos a cor do nascer-do-sol<br />enquanto n&atilde;o nos cansarmos de olhar.</p> <p>Voltaremos, devagar, ao ch&atilde;o<br />Passando por caravelas desbravando os mares.</p> <p>E deitaremos sobre a grama verde escura<br />olhando as sete maravilhas do mundo.</p> <p>E bolhas de sab&atilde;o subindo e crescendo<br />at&eacute; estourarem, enormes, quando encontrarem pipas coloridas.</p> <p>A&iacute; sim, finalmente, o cap&iacute;tulo pode terminar<br />com um sorriso de "at&eacute; breve"<br />apenas o tempo suficiente para o sonho se renovar.</p> <p>Pois esse sim &eacute; o mundo que vejo ao seu redor<br />&eacute; bonito demais pra ficar desprotegido<br />e ainda t&atilde;o singelo que, vez ou outra, escapa para o exterior.</p> <p>E faz dos dias cinzas um tanto mais coloridos<br />de giz de cera e l&aacute;pis de cor.</p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7105184262701188258-8207242160431054556?l=blase-peronomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105184262701188258.post-49378318802511206642012-01-05T23:41:00.001-02:002012-01-05T23:41:25.665-02:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p>She: What kind of trick is that? We didn't make any plans to see each other tonight... Did we?</p> <p>He: Actually, no... But I wanted to see you.<br />After this morning you kept me thinking about this.. fling we have to talk all the time.</p> <p>She: Not all the time...</p> <p>He: I know, I know... But, listen.<br />All day I was thinking "that email is not an ordinary one!"... I can't stand not sleeping with you every night. And now your vacation's over it's going to be harsh.</p> <p>She: All of this because of an email? You're more romantic since last night...<br />And I can't talk about this with an empty stom...<br />You bought pizza.</p> <p>He: Just now, let's eat. I didn't opened some wine because you might wanted to have...</p> <p>She: Beer, allright. And it's already freeze! Nice, mister...</p> <p>[...]</p> <p>She: Uff... Now I'm happier...<br />Tell me, what my email got you thinking?</p> <p>He: I just want more...</p> <p>She: More? We talked about that, time will tell...</p> <p>He: I know, but I feel it is time.<br />See... Just a sec... Here, I even printed the email because I needed to look at it. Just to know there's someone like you in the world that cares this much about me.</p> <p>She: Oh... You really printed it... A small piece of paper with my phrase on it.</p> <p>He: Being with you is addicting. I can't go back to my "normal life" after these vacations.</p> <p>She: Ok, you got me.<br />But let's talk about it later, allright?</p> <p>He: Oh now I'm happier!</p> <p>She: And just so you know, I do that to.</p> <p>He: You do what?</p> <p>She: This fling of looking at something to feel better.</p> <p>He: You do that too? And you didn't tell me?</p> <p>She: Well I wouldn't until I knew I wasn't the only 'freaky' one!</p> <p>He: Funny, lady... <br />And is it that you look at?</p> <p>She: Just a couple of messages. Not that big deal but you know, the simple things...</p> <p>He: Sinple as a pizza and a beer...</p> <p>She: A beer for you. I had two. Weak!</p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7105184262701188258-4937831880251120664?l=blase-peronomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105184262701188258.post-71134520838087389632012-01-05T23:39:00.001-02:002012-01-05T23:39:58.534-02:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p>He: Good morning, Sleeping-beauty.<p />She: Mmm... You're not here. I'm still dreaming.<p />He: You're sleeping alright but I am here.<p />She: What time did you get here? I... Don't remember anything, geez.<p />He: Late, it was over midnight. I couldn't wake you even if I wanted to.<p />She: Yeah... I slept like a child.<p />He: You do that every day. Even on your vacation's last day hahahah.<p />She: Funny mister. Go get me some coffee please!<p />[...]<p />She: You could've given me a kiss when you layed down, though.<p />He: Honey, I did... Hahah. You were way too tired.<br />Anyway I didn't want to wake you after you forgave me for not being here by dinner.<p />She: It happens...<br />I mean, working this hard can get us ill, but sometimes is what we have to do.<p />He: Plus your email was the best one ever.<p />She: Really? The one of...<p />He: "What's gonna be of me without you here all the time?". This one, yeah.<p />She: "This is evil. I need to talk with you too."<p />He: That's what I replied... I'm gonna miss it too... A lot.<p /></p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7105184262701188258-7113452083808738963?l=blase-peronomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105184262701188258.post-56663464776421813792011-12-26T11:41:00.001-02:002011-12-26T11:41:44.888-02:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p>He: What else does summer remind you?<p />She: Flowered dresses. My mom used to wear them a lot.<p />He: She still does...<p />She: Yeah... And I got that from her.<p />He: So that's why you like them so much.<p />She: Because of her also, yes. But it has something... It gives me a good feeling when I wear it. Peace, happiness, you know?<p />He: Well I never used one of those but I guess I know this feeling... Old summers when we had nothing to worry about. That kind of happiness.<p />She: But now we're adults and it's good even with the preoccupations.<p />He: Happiness... Never changes. It's a blessed feeling.<br />Like the hippies, they're now older and it's not even a movement anymore but I bet they're still humble about life.<p />She: My parents were. For some time, I guess before they've even met each other.<p />He: Nice...<br />I guess we are a generation of hippies' sons and daughters. That's why we feel so trapped about work routines and stuff.<p />She: It does make sense...<br />But our generation is called 'hipsters'. We work a lot more than fourty years ago, we complain a lot more about routine and we still haven't learned to love.<p />He: Hey. Not everyone though...<p />She: Of course not, you know it...<p />He: Now we're hipsters that listen to indie artists and get together with friends in reunions in the middle of the week, drink too much and go to work with dark cicles in the eyes saying that we're never gonna drink again.<p />She: Hey I only did that once. And it wasn't a reunion with friends, it was our engagement night!<p />He: Yeah... The next engagement party will be on a saturday night.<p />She: With your other fiance&eacute;, right?<p />He: Oh yeah. We already have babies. Twins hipsters, so cute!</p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7105184262701188258-5666346477642181379?l=blase-peronomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105184262701188258.post-23424517262796290392011-12-26T11:39:00.001-02:002011-12-26T11:39:03.469-02:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p>He: Are you looking at the windshield?<p />She: Mmm? Yeah... Thinking...<p />He: About?<p />She: Childhood. Traveling with my parents on the vacations.<br />I guess I used to stare it when I was kid. Somehow this thought came to me now.<p />He: There's nothing like our childhood days, right?<p />She Yup.<p />He: When I look at those old yellowed pics I remember about vacations also. Or force myself to, it gets harder and harder to remember every year...<p />She: It's something we lose so we can make new memories.<p />He: Yeah...<br />I wish we could just keep everything, recent or old memories.<p />She: Would be nice. Now we have applications for smartphones that takes pictures with aged filters. But it's never going to be the same as those small photos with rounded corners.<p />He: Nor we have those stylish clothes we used to wear.<p />She: Fashion comes and goes. Now we live in a retro world.<p />He: Retro world...<br />At least some things that once were good comes back nowadays.<p />She: [...]<br />I hope that in two decades or something the yellowed pics will still look stylish.<p />He: Let's try then. A smartphone artificial aged picture is better than no picture.<br />Plus... One day our memories from today will be gone. Some things we must enroll.<p />She: Even this rain.<p />He: Even this pouring rain. After that here comes the sun.</p> <p>She: And I say "It's allright!"...</p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7105184262701188258-2342451726279629039?l=blase-peronomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105184262701188258.post-16498740798429831072011-12-06T08:57:00.001-02:002011-12-06T08:57:04.647-02:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p>He: The narrator on that movie was right. Most days pass without any remarkable happenings. That's why I value the little things.<p />She: I guess most days pass with difficulties. The good ones are the remarkable.<p />He: But we learn more on the hard days.<p />She: I kinda disagree.<br />For me, we learn with the hard and the good ones. No matter what we learn, there's always something yet to think about.<p />He: Or to talk about. Perhaps you're right.<br />Want more coffee? I know I want.<p />She: Not for me, I'm already tired and awake.<p />He: Just for me then.<br />So... I guess this is not an universal thing, right? I mean, we'll never be sure of what's more important for us to valuate things, the good days or the hard ones.<p />She: It's like discuss about politics or religions.<p />He: Or sports!<p />She: Yeah, so don't start it.<br />Most people think that discuss about things is boring or risky. And we don't talk about things anymore, we say our opinions and nevermind about different ones.<p />He: Yeah. It's ironic how the modern life brings us together and yet we don't talk anymore like before.<p />She: But not us.<p />He: Oh no. We like to talk!<p />She: Sometimes is funny how people look at us. "<em>They don't ever stop talking? What a strange couple!</em>"<p />He: Hahahah. Being strange, nowadays, is normal. The normal ones are the strange people, I guess.<p />She: That is an universal truth!</p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7105184262701188258-1649874079842983107?l=blase-peronomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105184262701188258.post-63977949374585898072011-12-02T08:20:00.001-02:002011-12-02T08:20:54.358-02:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p>She: But that's what I'm talking about... Happiness is something particular.<br />We can agree in one or two things, perhaps more... But it's different from people to people.<p />He: But there are some universal things. Like summer.<p />She: Not for everyone, you know...<p />He: Mmm.<br />Then what is happiness to you?<p />She: Lots of things!<p />He: Like..?<p />She: The little things... Don't laugh, it is not a cliche...<p />He: Tell me one and I won't laugh!<p />She: [...]<br />When I leave the computer on the shuffle mode and it plays the song I wanna hear.<p />He: That is simple allright.<br />I guess it's like spending the entire day with you. The big picture is too much happiness to ask, but the little things... They happen all the time, and there is the joy.<p />She: You got my point...<p />He: So tell me, why wouldn't you just play the song you wanna hear at once?<p />She: Because the best things in life are unexpected!<br />You know that.<p />He: Mmm I guess I do.<br />We weren't expecting each other, after all.</p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7105184262701188258-6397794937458589807?l=blase-peronomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105184262701188258.post-32384890263735036382011-11-30T18:17:00.001-02:002011-11-30T18:17:00.763-02:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p>He: Hello there.<p />She: Hey dear! Are you feeling better?<p />He: I feel like I'm dying, but thank you for ask...<p />She: Exagerated!<p />He: I haven't even seen you leaving this morning... By the way, tell me something.<br />What's up with the post-it on the bathroom mirror?..<p />She: Oh didn't you like it?.. It was just something for you to know cause I couldn't wake you this morning...<p />He: Shh I loved it.<p />She: Just my wishes for you to get better quick... Plus you're the one that started this 'post-it thing'.<p />He: Hahahah *cough*. I know..<p />She: Don't laugh! Your throat isn't recovered yet...<p />He: You make me laugh and I wanna see anyone saying that this doesn't make me get better!<p />She: Okay mister. But now you must save your voice. I bought some honey, have some with a cup of tea... And your medicines are on the cabinet...<p />He: Don't you worry, lady, I know where's everything. But what I really need is some other honey, you know.<p />She: Hahahah I knew you were going to say something like that... I guess you're getting better already.<p />He: How could I not with your magical post-it?..</p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7105184262701188258-3238489026373503638?l=blase-peronomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105184262701188258.post-34265104752677474712011-11-26T08:28:00.001-02:002011-11-26T08:28:41.723-02:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p>He: Why would you want to help them?<p />She: Because they seem to have problems... You know, we had it too.<p />He: Yes, and we solved by ourselves. Imagine how awkward would be if someone tried to help us.<p />She: I know, but... I feel helpless watching them almost finishing...<p />He: You have to think that these things we can't intervene. If they are a couple strong enough, if they like each other that much, they will solve.<p />She: I don't think it's that simple.<p />He: I do. See, if it didn't work I don't think it was meant to be. I don't think that this person was the love of your life. When this happens, no matter what, both of them will work it out.<br />As we did, right?<p />She: Perhaps you're right... But I still wanted to do something for them...<br />[...]<br />So, tell me how did you handle me?<p />He: I must tell you... I was very disappointed when you were having doubts... And didn't call me or anything.<p />She: I didn't because I was having doubts...<p />He: I know. But it was frustrating. But after all you decided for the right thing...<p />She: Because when you like someone that much you can't bear leaving it for a long time.<br />And that's what shows if it's gonna work.<p />He: See. You know these things, I didn't have to tell you not to do anything about our friends. They will work it out. Or won't. That's life happening.<p />She: We had to discuss about it. That's us being.. Us!</p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7105184262701188258-3426510475267747471?l=blase-peronomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105184262701188258.post-69364101911284060662011-11-24T08:24:00.001-02:002011-11-24T08:24:27.177-02:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p>He: Hello.</p> <p>She: Hey dear. I'm sorry I couldn't reply your message before. I'm without my credits, you know...</p> <p>He: Hahah I do. Are you working now?</p> <p>She: Yup. But I had to call you so you wouldn't think I avoided you, okay?</p> <p>He: Hahahah. You didn't have to. But I'm glad you did.<br />You know, I don't send you messages hoping for a reply. I send'em to cheer you.</p> <p>She: Sweet!<br />Oh I have to go now. Thank you for the message. And it's reason. Dinner tonight?</p> <p>He: I'll be at your place at... Eight?</p> <p>She: Nope! Seven, if you can. I'm happy, want to go out and dance!</p> <p>He: But you know I can't dance...</p> <p>She: It doesn't matter. You're trying to is good enough!<br />Bye mister!</p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7105184262701188258-6936410191128406066?l=blase-peronomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105184262701188258.post-27372755939197392752011-11-02T22:56:00.001-02:002011-11-02T22:56:45.969-02:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p>Somos todos assim. Sentimos saudade.</p> <p>Alguns mais que outros, por&eacute;m.</p> <p>Saudade de uma esta&ccedil;&atilde;o que passou. De duas, tr&ecirc;s, um ano completo.</p> <p>A Terra girou em torno do sol e j&aacute; est&aacute; -de novo- mais perto dele.</p> <p>E a saudade...</p> <p>Do calor que se aproximava junto com o final do ano.</p> <p>Da esta&ccedil;&atilde;o quente e ensolarada.</p> <p>Das conversas que pareciam n&atilde;o terminar enquanto n&atilde;o acabasse o assunto.</p> <p>E dos assuntos que se renovavam sempre.</p> <p>S&oacute; parando para dar espa&ccedil;o ao sil&ecirc;ncio de contempla&ccedil;&atilde;o.</p> <p>E contempl&aacute;vamos...</p> <p>Saudade do ver&atilde;o, e do inverno que se seguiu tamb&eacute;m.</p> <p>Esta&ccedil;&otilde;es embaladas por m&uacute;sicas sob medida.</p> <p>Hoje, trilhas sonoras do que passou. Da saudade, e s&oacute; dela.</p> <p>Saudade, mais do que tudo, de ser importante.</p> <p>De pertencer ao seu dia, semana, e m&ecirc;s.</p> <p>Por&eacute;m, assim como outras coisas, a import&acirc;ncia tamb&eacute;m diminui.</p> <p>E isso j&aacute; n&atilde;o mais nos pertence.</p> <p>1 ano. 12 meses. 365 dias.</p> <p>E as coisas podem mudar como um giro de 180&ordm;.</p> <p>Somos todos assim. Sentimos saudade.</p> <p>Alguns menos que outros, por&eacute;m.</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>&nbsp;</p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7105184262701188258-2737275593919739275?l=blase-peronomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105184262701188258.post-47804963122349190082011-10-25T21:48:00.001-02:002011-10-25T21:48:23.574-02:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p>He: You're awake.<p />She: Yeah. I'm... Thinking...<p />He: Mmm about what?<p />She: Kinda scared of the future, you know?<p />He: Don't mind about it.<p />She: Why not?<p />He: Cause... When time comes you'll forget how you wanted to act.<p />She: That's what scares me. Not knowing.<p />He: Listen... Before I fall sleep again, either if you're talking about us or other things, don't plan too much. Things are better when unexpected. For the better or worst.<p />She: You said that much with your eyes closed? Are you a sleep-walker?<br />[...]<br />Fell asleep?<p />He: No... Just... Thinking.<p />She: Funny. About what?<p />He: You know... How I used to be affraid of the future and stuff.<p />She: And you're not anymore?<p />He: Still a little, but... More secure about it.<p />She: The thing is, when we were kids the world seemed so big. And it is in fact. That's kind of scary.<p />He: That's the beauty of it. Explore it. Future only happens because of now.<br />And now I'm gonna snore. Don't say I didn't warn you...</p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7105184262701188258-4780496312234919008?l=blase-peronomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105184262701188258.post-68669029881250143182011-09-29T12:41:00.003-03:002011-09-29T12:41:16.355-03:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p>She: Oh hi! I didn't know you were coming tonight...<p />He: Honey, you asked me to have dinner here, have you forgotten?<p />She: Oh probably I did, I'm sorry...<br />I'm glad you're here anyway.<p />He: Tough day ahn?<p />She: Tough is heaven compared to today, this week, this month!<br />Now I really need you to tell me something nice.<p />He: Like a compliment?<p />She: Well, yeah! I need to charge my self-esteem and there's no one better with it.<p />He: But... That's unfair.<p />She: Why dear?<p />He: Because a compliment it's only true when spontaneous.<br />Otherwise I would be just an actor... You know, acting.<p />She: Oh dear God this really is not my week...<p />He: Hey, relax a little. I didn't know if you wanted me to cook or wait for you, so I didn't do anything. <strong>But </strong>I brought the wine. Two bottles!<p />She: I say it's better that we better start them right now. Or after I take a shower, really need it now.<p />He: Yeah you go in there Piggy and I'll cook some pasta ok?<p />She: Piggy like in "The Muppets"? You're brave giving me nicknames while I'm on my pms!<p />He: Just go in there, take your shower, relax and get beautiful for me. No makeup cause you don't need it. When you go back everything will be set.<p />She: Now it's getting better...<p />[...]<p />She: Must confess, this was the best dinner ever. You did really good with these olives and tomatos.<p />He: Oh I'm flattered... But I guess it's true when they say "hunger is the best spice".<p />She: Either it's true or I have the best boyfriend ever.<p />He: Both of them so!<p />She: Hey, is it just me or I'm getting sleepy?.. Mmm I guess it's the wine...<p />He: You're just tired... But that's what the most beautiful in you.<p />She: Yeah? What?<br />You can keep talking, I'm just listening with my eyes closed...<p />He: Yeah... This is the most beautiful thing in you. To watch you falling asleep...<br />Now there's your compliment... Good night, Piggy.</p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7105184262701188258-6866902988125014318?l=blase-peronomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105184262701188258.post-73914917144412503762011-09-29T12:41:00.001-03:002011-09-29T12:41:07.722-03:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p>He: Did you notice that when someone starts to count you are compelled to follow it?<p />She: Compelled? I don't know... It's more like curiosity.<br />Like when someone stares at something, you can't resist looking yourself.<p />He: I stare you always...<p />She: Hahahah but that doesn't count cause I know what you are looking at.<p />He: So... When I stare at you, what am I seeing?<p />She: There's a difference between look and see!<p />He: Not so much. It's more like... Stages of the same process.<p />She: How's that?<p />He: The whole process is "to stare". The first act is to look... Evaluate shortly...<br />And then the second act is to see... Take conclusions of what you're seeing and what this makes you feel and think.<p />She: This seems like another Science you forgot to told me you knew...<br />So, when you stare at me, what do you see and feel and think?<p />He: First tell me what do <strong>you </strong>think when you see yourself in the mirror.<p />She: Oh that's unfair.<p />He: Exactly.<br />I see and feel and think that it's unfair to spend most of my time without you.<p />She: Mmm now I got this counting talk. I have an idea. We stare at each other counting.<br />The first to miss the sequence loses!<p />He: Talking about unfair...</p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7105184262701188258-7391491714441250376?l=blase-peronomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105184262701188258.post-35312015203274795002011-09-02T11:34:00.001-03:002011-09-02T11:34:05.783-03:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p>She: I know that song you're whistling, mister!<p />He: Of course you do. <em>It's been a long cold lonely winter, little darling...</em><p />She: Oh don't complain! Not that lonely!<br />Amazing how a sunny day can pull you in a good mood.<p />He: Not just the sun, dear... It's just a small part. I'm excited because it's a sunday like any other we spend together.<p />She: Like any other sounds boring.<p />He: My life is never boring with you.<br />But I did missed the heat though.<p />She: <em>It seems like years since it's been here</em>, right?<p />He: ... Quite allright, my dear!<br />I feel like taking you to a 1960's British rock club tonight.<p />She: Oh you should've told me before. I would do my hair, and nails properly, plus I wouldn't know what to wear...<p />He: Don't mind, little darling! You're just perfect with a skirt or flowered dress, some lipstick and hair slightly tied.<p />She: Wow. I know you notice things, but I didn't know my boyfriend had such a knowledge about women's make-up and clothes!<br />This is only with me right?<p />He: Hahahah funny lady. I don't stare at women's purses to see if their earrings match, is this enough?<p />She: I'm glad. It's not always that I have the time to choose these things properly. Now, speaking of earrings: which pair you prefer?<p />He: Hey, I sincerely don't care. You're beautiful with either. Or neither!<p />She: Now this is the boyfriend I knew. Hahahah ok, girly things. I know which one!</p> <p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://thiagobm.posterous.com/couple-of-words-61">a few words</a> </p> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7105184262701188258-3531201520327479500?l=blase-peronomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105184262701188258.post-41049576368281733672011-09-02T09:43:00.001-03:002011-09-02T09:43:00.533-03:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p>He: We haven't been talking much lately.<p />She: We did, but discussed and ended up giving up arguing.<p />He: But this is not right...<p />She: What part? Because we're not arguing again...<p />He: We already discussed before but this never happened. Things got better right after we finished.<p />She: I guess because this time we had good reasons to do it.<p />He: Even though...<br />[...]<br />We're not the typical couple. When we discuss we end it agreeing more than before<p />She: I guess that sometimes even the perfect couples has to disagree a little to develop.<p />He: Now you said it all.<p />[...]<p />She: Plus, like this music says: "<em>Last thing I remember, things were getting better...</em>"<p />He: "<em>I'd go anywhere with you</em>", dear!</p> <p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://thiagobm.posterous.com/couple-of-words-60">a few words</a> </p> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7105184262701188258-4104957636828173367?l=blase-peronomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105184262701188258.post-29621267857862040822011-07-29T12:18:00.001-03:002011-07-29T12:18:39.889-03:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p>He: You're staring at the fire.<p />She: Yeah. It's beautiful isn't it? The wood burning, slowly.<br />You can seat in front of the fireplace and look at it till there's only ashes left.<p />He: Agreed... Plus, the sound is also a music to the ears.<p />She: I guess... When we stare at something silently for a while, whatever you're looking at, it becomes poetic.<p />He: Now you got why "everything seems poetic to me, when I want it"...<p />She: Ohh no, I unmasked your gift!<p />He: Yeah. Now what do I have to prevail? I'm finished!<p />She: Ohh don't be sad, I'm pretty sure you'll always be the master of it.<p />He: Mmm it's funny, because the reflection of the fire on your face is pretty...<p />She: What, will you draw me?<p />He: I wish I knew how to!<br />Instead I'm gonna stare at you for a while... Ask me again what I'm thinking in a few minutes...</p> <p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://thiagobm.posterous.com/couple-of-words-59">a few words</a> </p> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7105184262701188258-2962126785786204082?l=blase-peronomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105184262701188258.post-82875658320903528302011-07-29T10:58:00.001-03:002011-07-29T10:58:35.385-03:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p>She: Say hello to the camera!<p />He: What are you doing?<p />She: Just a trailer of our holiday trip. Now don't be rude and say 'hello'!<p />He: "Hello, strange watching me. Hope you're having a great time on your computer desk while I'm away!"<p />She: I'm glad I told you not to be rude!<br />"You watching us there, don't be mad. Have a nice day!"<p />He: That was a unexpected... But you know, this light wasn't good at all to shoot. This video probably is going to be a little dark.<p />She: I know, mister. Even so, I think this sunset was worth to try.<br />Plus you look so serious driving hahahah.<p />He: So you wanted to show our friends that we are having fun in a video shot in the road?<p />She: Of course. Road movies rules all, don't you know?<p />He: You're full of surprises.<br />And wasn't me that said that about the road movies?<p />She: It was, memoryless!<p />He: Well, I'm glad. We're making our own road movie.<br />Don't you think we should talk about our existencial problems and what we're looking for in this trip?<p />She: Well, the only existencial problem I can think about right now is the time we're gonna spend together. And the only thing I'm looking for is to make some memories about it...<p />He: Yeah. A different kind of road movie. But I guess we can sell it anyway!</p> <p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://thiagobm.posterous.com/couple-of-words-58">a few words</a> </p> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7105184262701188258-8287565832090352830?l=blase-peronomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105184262701188258.post-85643043398744481662011-07-16T10:22:00.001-03:002011-07-16T10:22:29.957-03:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p>He: You were the reason why my gastritis got worse, you know?<p />She: Me? Why?<p />He: Well... I don't know if it's too soon to say that, but... Before it was 'oficial' I was always tense, not knowing if we would keep going out, if you you was getting annoyed with me, that kind of stuff.<p />She: It's required a lot of stress and bad food habits for this disease to become this serious... Plus, you didn't look so nervous to me.<br />If you did I would think something was wrong with me, I'm glad!<p />He: Yeah, I know it was silliness... But I was tense. I still didn't know if you liked me that way, and then I realized that I missed you everyday... And couldn't see you or ask you out because doing that I was showing "too much interest", as some people told me...<p />She: Wow, calm down mister. And I thought that women thought too much about these things... Good to know hahah.<p />He: And the thing is... <strong>You</strong>, I mean, women, always knows the answer. A guy who likes a girl can't be sure if she has the same feeling, so he tortures itself about not knowing this... Don't think every men are cruel, because it's not like that... We suffer a lot, but we must not demonstrate it!<p />She: Mmm... Now I'm interested about it. I can see a lot of discussions about feelings coming hahahah!<p />He: The only problem is that doing this at a cinema line people keep staring at us...</p> <p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://thiagobm.posterous.com/couple-of-words-57">a few words</a> </p> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7105184262701188258-8564304339874448166?l=blase-peronomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105184262701188258.post-85207834307767915722011-07-14T22:17:00.001-03:002011-07-14T22:17:46.204-03:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p>He: It was something like a rollercoaster. I didn't know if you were interested but I liked your company too much to be apart...<p />She: Well, like I said... At the beginning I wasn't. I needed just to be with myself, to cure my scars... Trynna trust in other people once again.<br />And it came within a month or less.<p />He: Sometimes I think if I wasn't too damn lucky, you know? Like, if we have met in other situations things wouldn't turn this right.<br />But of course, it's more like a "thank God it happened just this way" thought, so I remember to be thankfull.<p />She: I guess everything happened the way it was supposed to. I don't know if it's luck, destiny or whatever. But since it's a pretty rare feeling when its reciprocal, I guess we should be thankfull allright.<p />He: Well, looking at this way... I guess you weren't mean to me.<p />She: And you weren't a memoryless womanizer. Just a guy afraid of telling some girl that he liked her...<br />And the thing is, we could be so natural with each other that this happened naturally.<p />He: Well, enough said about our past, this drawer cleaning got me hungry!<p />She: You barely reached the half of your souvenirs!..<p />He: Oh we have all the time in the world to do it, like that old song says.<p />She: Uh-oh mister, these are yours! Now I'm focused in finishing this dinner properly without burning anything!<p />He: If you do burn it I'll add the recipe to the "funny memories" part of the souvenirs!</p> <p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://thiagobm.posterous.com/couple-of-words-56">a few words</a> </p> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7105184262701188258-8520783430776791572?l=blase-peronomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105184262701188258.post-49982622801288574802011-07-09T16:14:00.001-03:002011-07-09T16:14:15.969-03:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p>Conheceram-se num dia 9 de Julho, como hoje. Ela ia fazer rematr&iacute;cula na faculdade, e ele vinha do cursinho. Trombaram em uma das pontes sobre a 23 de Maio. Se reencontraram outras vezes, sempre de passagem pela Brigadeiro, at&eacute; que ele lhe ofereceu um caf&eacute; e uma conversa.</p> <p>Eram jovens e passeavam muito, da Brasil &agrave; Vergueiro, da Esta&ccedil;&atilde;o da Luz &agrave; outra Brigadeiro. Aos s&aacute;bados quase sempre frequentavam a regi&atilde;o da 25 de Mar&ccedil;o, driblando o movimento para almo&ccedil;ar no Mercado Municipal. E passeavam nas tardes de domingo, da Liberdade &agrave; Rua dos Pinheiros, do Museu do Ipiranga ao Parque Trianon.</p> <p>Curtiam-se a ambos e tamb&eacute;m &agrave; cidade. Nos dias de semana -e trabalho- viam-se rapidamente no centr&atilde;o, e no final da tarde encontravam-se na Pra&ccedil;a da S&eacute;. Do Marco Zero caminhavam aos seus destinos, e quando fazia calor o Ibirapuera era um bom local para um piquenique. Nunca se cansavam de ambos, e dos museus e cinemas. O Est&aacute;dio Municipal do Pacaembu tamb&eacute;m era um local frequente, especialmente em um dia de cl&aacute;ssico.</p> <p>Fossem eles da ZL, do Alto da Lapa, do Mirante de Santana ou dos confins da Zona Sul, rodavam. E enfrentavam os perigos do tr&acirc;nsito ao andar de bicicletas, ainda que no final de semana. Um ato para corajosos. Viam de perto os problemas da cidade e em algumas ocasi&otilde;es, marchavam pela Paulista ou em frente &agrave; C&acirc;mara por discord&acirc;ncia de seus governantes ou para reivindicar direitos, ou o direito de ter determinado direito.</p> <p>Eram, de fato, paulistas e paulistanos. Assim como muitos por a&iacute;, que podem n&atilde;o se dar conta de uma data de long&iacute;nquos 79 anos atr&aacute;s, mas que para alguns de n&oacute;s ainda representa o dever -e o orgulho- de se erguer contra o que n&atilde;o vai bem.<br />Que continuemos assim, marchando, sempre pra frente.</p> <p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://thiagobm.posterous.com/romance-a-paulista">a few words</a> </p> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7105184262701188258-4998262280128857480?l=blase-peronomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105184262701188258.post-71870819658046020772011-07-08T23:28:00.001-03:002011-07-08T23:28:10.947-03:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p>He: Do you want anything more?<p />She: Oh no. Ask the check.<br />And tell me how can you do it!<p />He: What dear?<p />She: This... Smile.<br />It's cold, it's tuesday and we'll have a lot of work to do on the weekend. And you have this beautiful smile on your face.<p />He: That is why.<br />It's a cold tuesday and I've missed you...&nbsp; Now I can look at you and talk with you. This makes me more calm to face the rest of the week...<p />She: Well it seems that the waiter and everyone that was hearing us thinks you'll propose to me. How foolish of them, isn't it?<p />He: What can we do if we have a strong relationship based on humor and affection?<br />By the way, when I do propose you won't even guess...<p />She: But that is a matter of science-fiction, getting married these days. I would say no, just to see everybody's reaction hahahah.<p />He: Yeah, I know that. Wait and see, lady!<p />[...]<p />He: Are they still looking at us?<p />She: Ever since we started talking about marriage.<p />He: Curious people hahahah. See how good is to see you in the middle of the week? That's why I smile.<p />She: Yeah mister, keep smiling like this, maybe one day I'll answer yes!</p> <p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://thiagobm.posterous.com/couple-of-words-55">a few words</a> </p> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7105184262701188258-7187081965804602077?l=blase-peronomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105184262701188258.post-5841729425305254442011-07-08T22:44:00.001-03:002011-07-08T22:44:43.551-03:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p>She: *cough*<p />He: You're the one who told me to organize this drawer!<p />She: I'm glad I did! I didn't even know it was so dusty.<p />He: You sound like I don't care about what's in it...<p />She: It's not that you don't care about it, you just should clean the dust from time to time...<p />He: Ok ok now I know.<br />Do you realize I have more souvenirs than you?<p />She: That's because your memory is worst than mine. You need them to think more about our past, dear!<p />He: Ohh...<br />I reluctantly agree.<p />She: Don't worry honey, it's a normal thing with men. Besides, you're better than most because you keep the memories.<p />He: Now I enjoyed...<br />And you know, right there in the first weeks... You were mean to me!<p />She: Mean? How?<p />He: Well altough we clicked and went out to a lot of places and talked about everything...<p />She: What dear?<p />He: Now don't be mad.<p />She: That depends...<p />He: Well despite all of this, you didn't seem to be interested in me back then, the first couple of weeks I guess. And you already had my heart.<p />She: Sweet. But it's right, I wasn't interested. In anyone back then.<br />I started when you showed yourself a very good company.<p />He: [...]<br />Now I feel like I was a memoryless womanizer. Why did you started dating me, again?</p> <p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://thiagobm.posterous.com/couple-of-words-54">a few words</a> </p> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7105184262701188258-584172942530525444?l=blase-peronomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105184262701188258.post-80070317876724580312011-07-08T22:15:00.001-03:002011-07-08T22:15:18.198-03:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p>He: You're looking at every single tree we pass on.<p />She: Yeah...<br />Don't you think it's funny how most of them are dry and just one or two has flowers?<p />He: I don't know if it's funny. It's more like a process of life.<p />She: What do you mean?<br />Oh it's too damn cold!<p />He: Everything and everyone has it's own time to prosper.<p />She: [...]<br />And you can make everything seems poetic right?<p />He: That depends of my mood. Right now I'm enjoying a cold night walking with you.<p />She: And does that pleases you?<p />He: How could it not?<br />Look... I know you're not on the best moment these days. What can I do besides give you my support? Be positive so you can smile a little.<p />She: I was thinking about these trees... Right now I'm just a dry one.<p />He: Hey, don't worry that much.<br />As I said, everything has it's time. Soon you'll be a living tree also ok?<p />She: I'm gonna need some sunlight though.<p />He: Personally I find this office tan really sexy. But as long as you dont raise branches or leafs I'm fine with that.<p />She: You fool.<p />He: Hahah I see you're smiling, don't hide it... Ever.</p> <p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://thiagobm.posterous.com/couple-of-words-53">a few words</a> </p> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7105184262701188258-8007031787672458031?l=blase-peronomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105184262701188258.post-52036478843968556812011-06-21T10:37:00.001-03:002011-06-21T10:37:46.352-03:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p>She: A nickel for your thoughts!<p />He: Ok I'll buy it. But you have to guess in just one word. Three chances.<p />She: Your team's victory.<p />He: Way too vague. Keep it simple.<p />She: Mmm... Happiness...<p />He: [...]<br />Don't go smiling that way! That's not funny!<p />She: Hahahah it is!<p />He: Ok lady, how do you do it?<p />She: It's pretty obvious. You told me to be specific... What can be more specific than this huge smile in your face?<br />It's only happiness and I like it...<p />He: Mmm so you're gonna start cheering for my team with me? I finally turned you?<p />She: Perhaps. But don't go bragging yourself, mister!<p />He: Then I'll only buy your nickel when I finished converting you!<p />She: I would protest about it, but let's change the subject. The subway isn't the best place to talk about this...<p />[...]<p />He: You love this people and this colours and you know it hahah...<p />She: Shhhhhhh!</p> <p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://thiagobm.posterous.com/couple-of-words-52">a few words</a> </p> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7105184262701188258-5203647884396855681?l=blase-peronomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105184262701188258.post-19462812044765010562011-06-21T10:12:00.001-03:002011-06-21T10:12:23.136-03:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p>She: Hey. You called me this afternoon... What's up?<p />He: It's nothing serious... Are you still working?<p />She: No, going home. Shoot.<p />He: Just wanted to know what you're up to this weekend.<p />She: I don't know... It's only monday. You have something in mind?<p />He: I have a million plans in mind.<p />She: I sense some bitterness... What's happenning dear?<p />He: Oh don't worry. It's just... I'm sad, the weekend is over and we have a long week before we can see each other again!<p />She: Relax. It's monday sickness... You'll get better as the week goes by.<p />He: I know, but it's not just this 'sickness'... Ahh I don't know what is it, but it's the worst feeling ever!<br />As much perfect the weekend is, it's just a little time for ourselves. It's unfair.<p />She: I know. But you know what 'life' would say back to you?<p />He: What?<p />She: Cry me a river!<p />He: Also, you're meaner at mondays!<p />She: Hahahah relax mister... See it in this way: everyone has this feeling, but no one has named it yet. If you do it you'll be leaving a mark for the humanity.<p />He: Mmmm... That could take a while...<p />She: Well, since I found something for you to do I'm gonna hang up. Good to know I'm usefull even at mondays!</p> <p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://thiagobm.posterous.com/couple-of-words-51">a few words</a> </p> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7105184262701188258-1946281204476501056?l=blase-peronomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105184262701188258.post-8503736412554910982011-06-13T11:29:00.001-03:002011-06-13T11:29:46.966-03:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p>She: You haven't told me which pic you chose, aside that one.<p />He: Oh I gave up, I printed all three...<p />She: And you're gonna alternate them?<p />He: I thought about it... But the idea of removing a picture from the frame kills me!<p />She: Hahahah you look like a kid that can't decide which dessert will have before even eating!<p />He: That's the feeling.<p />She: So you're gonna have just one frame? I'm shocked!<p />He: Hahah laughing of my misery...<p />She: Ohh dear, such a good feeling can never be a misery...<p />He: Mmm... I like that.<p />She: My phrase?<p />He: That too. But wait right there where you are. Don't move.<p />She: Ohh I can't believe in you, not now! I have wind in my face, I'm a mess!<p />He: Not at all. You're natural. Your hair in the wind is just what I wanted!<br />Plus the lampposts down the bridge and the sepia colour of the sky is really poetic!<p />She: I surrender. When you want to, everything is poetic...<p />He: And that, my dear, is a gift!<br />See, I bet this will give a great living room portrait!</p> <p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://thiagobm.posterous.com/couple-of-words-50">a few words</a> </p> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7105184262701188258-850373641255491098?l=blase-peronomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105184262701188258.post-89585053856291721542011-06-13T11:06:00.001-03:002011-06-13T11:06:56.332-03:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p>She: How many pics you want to print?..<p />He: I don't know... Like three, or four or five.<p />She: Wow that's a lot of portraits!<p />He: Well I want to have at least two at my place. One in the living room and another in the bedroom.<br />But the bedroom's picture I already chose.<p />She: Really? Which one?<p />He: Let's pick the others first! If I tell you now you may steal it from me. You know the deal, we can't have the same portraits!<p />She: Okay mister! Let's do it. I guess... This one near the tree, the shadow is nice...<p />He: Hahah you keep calling me 'mister'. I'm getting used to this...<br />I'm between another 3.<p />She: I decided! The one with the shadow and... This one before you fell on the lake hahahah.<p />He: Wow, really? I wanted to hide this one but you would notice it.<br />You really enjoyed catching me trying to feed the duck didn't you?<p />She: Are you kidding, this is a obvious choice! I laughed so hard when the duck got scared of you!<br />I never thought you would try to get him although he was near. I felt bad for laughing at you, almost entirely wet in that cold.<p />He: Almost felt bad...<p />She: Well it was pretty damn funny...<p />He: Nevermind, you don't have to ask me. I liked this smile I saw in your face while you were telling me this...<p />She: Good.<br />So, tell me yours!<p />He: Well, my first choice is also obvious...<p />She: The one I'm frowning!<br />Ohh I look so...<p />He: Happy, calm, beautiful.<p />She: Ok then you can have it!<br />What about the other?<p />He: I just can't decide. And we're late for the movies...</p> <p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://thiagobm.posterous.com/couple-of-words-49">a few words</a> </p> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7105184262701188258-8958505385629172154?l=blase-peronomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105184262701188258.post-77940825344357555512011-06-13T10:34:00.001-03:002011-06-13T10:34:19.715-03:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p>She: You're not the worst passionate guy. By far you're not!<br />You just have to talk more... Open yourself a little more so I'll know that we are in the same tracks.<p />He: That was the problem last time, I opened myself perhaps too much and I ended up alone, well you know the story...<br />Wait, let me finish. You know the story, but... I will do it, I promise.<br />You're the best thing that happened to me in years I guess.<p />She: It's not that I don't like to read what you write or say to me, quite the opposite. But I already know you're good with it. Now we're together I need you with me.<p />He: You're right. And I need you with me too. It's good to have a little peace of mind, finally.<p />She: That's exactly what this is about. Peace, finally. I'm starting to feel calm and it's comforting...<p />He: It's what I always say, companionship is the best thing...<p />She: We surely enjoy talking about our relation, don't we?<p />He: I must say, I kinda enjoy it. At some point this conversations will cease and we will remember about it with nostalgia...</p> <p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://thiagobm.posterous.com/couple-of-words-48">a few words</a> </p> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7105184262701188258-7794082534435755551?l=blase-peronomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105184262701188258.post-14373719394544799992011-06-13T09:06:00.001-03:002011-06-13T09:06:24.866-03:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p>He: You're doing that face now.<p />She: What face?<p />He: That one that says you're overthinking about something...<p />She: You already know me that well... I guess that's good.<p />He: So tell me, what bothers you?<p />She: I was thinking that maybe I was a little harsh with you.<p />He: You probably was.<br />But that's good.<p />She: Why good?<p />He: Well it shows me that you really believe in us. That this can be something really good.<p />She: I do believe.<p />He: And you were right about the 100% also. But I must say... After being broken hearted no one is 100% sure in a relationship.<p />She: I know, I wasn't either.<p />He: But time only knows how many % we will have.<p />She: And from now on we'll have to stop wasting our little time together discussing about it!<p />He: Couldn't agree more. We're in the same tracks after all.<p />She: Well not all the same. I still can't stand when your snore wakes me...<p />He: Funny, lady!</p> <p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://thiagobm.posterous.com/couple-of-words-47">a few words</a> </p> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7105184262701188258-1437371939454479999?l=blase-peronomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105184262701188258.post-38998547642207887972011-06-06T14:59:00.001-03:002011-06-06T14:59:06.435-03:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p>He: Just calling to say 'good luck' to you on the first day!<p />She: Thank you dear. I don't know how it's gonna be, that's why I didn't ask you to have lunch with me ok?<p />He: I know, don't worry. Just settle there and we'll do it. <em>Baci</em>!</p> <p>She: Back to you mister polyglot!</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>[...]</p> <p><br />She: You are a magician and haven't told me?!<p />He: Hahahah. I have my tricks...<p />She: You're gonna tell me how you did that, aren't you?<p />He: Oh don't be so curious about it. It's just a post-it. With a 'good luck' message...<p />She: Funny, I'm asking about how you were able to put it there! Because I know you didn't go there before me... Right?<p />He: A magician never reveals his tricks!<p />She: Oh you're not a magician! I just wanted to know because I loved it!... Now everyone there knows me because my face was priceless!<p />He: You're always priceless!<br />But you must admit, it's a great way to start on a new job!<p />She: I hope they are not thinking that I have an insane boyfriend. Are you always this surprising in a relationship, mister?<p />He: Well only in the beginning... When I definitely have your heart I'll turn into a fat, baggy, drinking beer man!<p />She: Hahahah funny...<p />He: I'm telling you. Wait and see!<p />She: I'm not quite anxious about that!<br />Now I have to go, my battery is dying... Dinner tomorrow, I'll call you. <em>Baci</em>!</p> <p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://thiagobm.posterous.com/couple-of-words-46">a few words</a> </p> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7105184262701188258-3899854764220788797?l=blase-peronomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105184262701188258.post-16174481079975616212011-06-06T11:23:00.001-03:002011-06-06T11:23:05.687-03:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p>She: I must admit that it's hotter here than my apartment...<p />He: I told you, it was freezing there. Plus, it's sunday. The day of the sun.<p />She: I could barely remember of the sun with this cold.<p />He: It could be the last sunny sunday of the winter!<p />She: Ohh don't exagerate.<br />But it can be the only hot day in a while, you're right about that.<p />He: All these people agree with us...<p />She: It's nice to go out on a sunday, you know? Many people hate this day and forget to seize it.<p />He: I could not ask for anything else today. Walking with you in the park and having a picknick.<p />She: I bet that you're feeling like we're in a movie!<p />He: Hahahah you already know me well lady!<p />She: Well all I can say about it is that these months, our first months have being a great surprise...<p />He: Agreed. May the next ones be just like that!<p />She: Or better.<p />He: Hey that tree is nice to seat right?<br />But stop right there! I'm gonna take a pic of you.<p />She: Here? The sun is blinding me, I can't even see you!<p />He: Even better, your face is pretty memorable right now, believe me...</p> <p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://thiagobm.posterous.com/couple-of-words-45">a few words</a> </p> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7105184262701188258-1617448107997561621?l=blase-peronomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105184262701188258.post-27528255793681871232011-06-06T08:30:00.001-03:002011-06-06T08:30:08.629-03:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p>She: I thought you said you didn't dream about me.<p />He: Back then I didn't. Even though we only saw each other on the weekends.<p />She: What changed then?<p />He: Well, now you're here. Almost all the time. When I fall asleep you're with me.<br />[...]<br />I've been sleeping better you know?<p />She: I do hahahah. I sometimes wake up and you're smiling... Makes me want to wake you up and ask you about, but that isn't fair!<p />He: Mmm I'm glad you don't wake me! I wouldn't sleep anymore... And neither would you!<p />She: You wish! When I'm sleepy not even a earthquake can stop me closing my eyes...<p />He: I know that too. But what you didn't know is that you talk while sleeping when you're tired!<p />She: Oh my God. What do I say?<p />He: Hahahah I would <strong>never </strong>tell you that!<p />She: You're mean! But it's ok, it's only fair, I see you smiling and you hear me talking. I hope it's nothing bad.<p />He: Well perhaps you're a good comediant. You tell jokes and I laugh.<br />Tell me about couples synchronized!</p> <p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://thiagobm.posterous.com/couple-of-words-44">a few words</a> </p> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7105184262701188258-2752825579368187123?l=blase-peronomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105184262701188258.post-78336126667591968962011-05-24T10:46:00.001-03:002011-05-24T10:46:38.277-03:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p>He: I see a big smile in this face...<p />She: You do! I love these 'couples night'. I wish we all could do this more often.<p />He: Well I can't say I don't enjoy, but...<p />She: So now you're going to tell me what is that concerned, vague look in your face?<p />He: It's this obvious?<p />She: For me, yep. I don't know about them, but... Who cares?<p />He: Actually it's about exactly that.<p />She: What dear?<p />He: How many times the girls asked you about our closeness or said that we are 'hatefully perfect together'?<p />She: A whole lot of times. I stopped counting. But I take that as a compliment... Don't you?<p />He: I'm not sure. Four couples seeing themselves almost once a month for the past... Three years? And we are the youngest one.<p />She: Say it louder, I didn't hear that last part from here!<p />He: Well... I was saying that we are the youngest couple. Also they're not as close as we are. And I don't mean passionate, it's...<p />She: Connection.<p />He: Exactly hun. I don't know, I got tired hearing things like that. It's always the same.<p />She: See... Everyone has problems. We do too, but our disagreements never turned into fights. I always say that to the girls, too.<br />It's a rare couple, pretty damn rare! It's a normal thing if they have a bit of envy from us. And I don't see that as a bad thing. Everyone wants to be happy, or happier. Even you, even me.<p />He: Oh you bet. But can't complain now we are living together. In our second year together all I wanted was that. But was risky. Now we know each other this well I see everything has it's time.<p />She: Good to see that worried look gone!<p />He: And do you know what? It's even better knowing that there isn't a recipe for that.<p />She: Makes you feel special, doesnt'? I know the feeling...<p />He: You do...<br />And I know the feeling of sushi also. Next time please arrange it for another place! I don't know why I keep eating this...</p> <p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://thiagobm.posterous.com/couple-of-words-43">a few words</a> </p> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7105184262701188258-7833612666759196896?l=blase-peronomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105184262701188258.post-9935535058585062302011-05-21T14:47:00.001-03:002011-05-21T14:47:09.489-03:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p><div class='p_embed p_image_embed'> <a href="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/temp-2011-05-21/alvDFrrcaIIDmeHltHqhrCGlIoiFmkxIcGGAnvEyrJGzqslbebginhgDJCJc/we2.jpg.scaled1000.jpg"><img alt="We2" height="122" src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/temp-2011-05-21/alvDFrrcaIIDmeHltHqhrCGlIoiFmkxIcGGAnvEyrJGzqslbebginhgDJCJc/we2.jpg.scaled500.jpg" width="500" /></a> </div> </p> <p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://thiagobm.posterous.com/explore">a few words</a> </p> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7105184262701188258-993553505858506230?l=blase-peronomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105184262701188258.post-71434195740847237292011-05-20T20:13:00.001-03:002011-05-20T20:13:33.652-03:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p>He: Is it me or the sky is darker today?<p />She: It seems... That's weird. It's not even 9pm yet.<p />He: Universe is a mystery...<br />But speaking of 'dark', tell me something... Which year was your darkest?<p />She: Well... I don't have a specific year... But I was having a living hell when we met.<p />He: Oh I know that.<p />She: Also, it was late autumn. It's always a little depressing.<p />He: I couldn't agree more...<p />She: And which was your darkest year?<p />He: Well it is kinda... The year before we met, but since things doesn't simply change in the new year I can say that I was having the worst time then, either.<p />She: And we managed to be nice to each other. That is something...<p />He: Hahah it is. We were two depressed persons. I guess that helped. We knew then that we had at least each other.<br />Plus, it was a nice day.<p />She: Yeah, that helped too.<br />Now with this 'dark subject' I want to have some dark chocolate! Bring it to me, will you?<p />He: To us... Going to!</p> <p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://thiagobm.posterous.com/couple-of-words-42">a few words</a> </p> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7105184262701188258-7143419574084723729?l=blase-peronomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105184262701188258.post-11781772488785053392011-05-18T21:52:00.001-03:002011-05-18T21:52:41.703-03:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p>He: You said "I need you" first!<p />She: Actually we said together!<p />He: Well it doesn't matter... I won't see you tonight, or tomorrow, or the day after. It's not amusing to have a fake discussion with you when I can't see your face...<p />She: No it's not.<p />He: Plus this damn cold... We are not leaving the apartment this weekend, right?<p />She: If we do, we'll have a challenge.<p />He: What kind?<p />She: Well let's say, for instance, that we need to buy something. We'll have a challenge and the loser will have to go alone.<p />He: Wow this cold makes you mean!<p />She: Funny! Do you agree?<p />He: What can I do, I'm the one who said that wouldn't leave the apartment...<br />I bet you have something in mind for us to do, right?<p />She: You know me, mister! But it's a surprise.<p />He: You know, there is one thing that makes this day less miserable.<p />She: What dear?<p />He: This cell-phone plan where we can talk whenever we want to.<p />She: You're right. But if you're thinking positively about the cellular company, then you really must be missing me!<p />He: Hahah funny. I can't even deny, either you're looking at me or not. That's bad!<br />Anyway, I'm looking forward to your 'challenge', lady!</p> <p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://thiagobm.posterous.com/couple-of-words-41">a few words</a> </p> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7105184262701188258-1178177248878505339?l=blase-peronomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105184262701188258.post-14732647330414133132011-05-16T10:32:00.001-03:002011-05-16T10:32:56.947-03:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p>He: I dropped by at your work today.<p />She: Oh I know, my boss told me...<p />He: Well when she told me she was your boss it was too late, you know... To be there...<p />She: Hahahah it's ok. She's nice to me. I can't complain about it... Yet, since she's new.<p />He: That's good then. I went there to have lunch with you but you were already gone.<p />She: If I knew my prince was comming I'd stay a few more minutes with hunger!<p />He: Hahahah... It's rare when my boss says that I have two hours for lunch, I had to spent it the best way.<p />She: And I missed that. Now I owe you one!<p />He: Yeah I'm gonna think about something you can do for me!<br />[...]<br />By the way, that post-it is still there...<p />She: Of course it is! And never will leave, he's going with me wherever I may go!<p />He: Really? What if the glue gets dry and it doesn't stick anymore?<p />She: Well then I'm going to hang it on my little wall with a pin.<p />He: Good to know.<p />[...]<p />He: You know, there is one thing you can do for me now...<p />She: What about it?<p />He: My feet are cold. I don't like this weather at all...<p />She: Well, if you're going to waste your chance asking me to warm them don't complain about it later, mister!<p />He: I couldn't. Simple things are the best!</p> <p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://thiagobm.posterous.com/couple-of-words-40">a few words</a> </p> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7105184262701188258-1473264733041413313?l=blase-peronomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105184262701188258.post-54951822210381218842011-05-03T18:40:00.001-03:002011-05-03T18:40:48.557-03:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p>She: You're not watching the movie...<p />He: Yeah... Kinda.<p />She: It does remember about when we met, right?<p />He: I was thinking about that exactly...<p />She: Maybe it's something universal. A couple pulling the strings so another couple can be formed.<p />He: You know, I did noticed those two were walking slower than us. I just wouldn't say that out loud to you. I didn't know what you would think...<p />She: I was distracted... And vulnerable. Well we both were right?<p />He: We do remember a lot of that day. This is good.<br />And as I told you then, "everyone's damaged goods right?"<p />She: "What matters is what you do to keep moving on with your life". Yes, I remember mister! How could I forget?..<p />He: For a couple of weeks I thought you didn't liked my companionship...<p />She: Well of course I did. That day triggered some change in me... You did it.<p />He: And that's why you replied saying that "it doesn't matter if you screwed up a relationship before. We're gonna seek the next chance to do it better next time, or the next and someday it will work."<p />She: What a deep conversation to have in a sunny day, isn't?<p />He: That's why it only took me five minutes to like you.<br />I was glad that you opened your heart to a total stranger. I confided you since then.<p />She: Mmm... Maybe these producers stole our story and made a movie about it!<p />He: That's would be a shame.<p />She: Why?<p />He: Look at this theater... It's empty!<p />She: This young couples... They don't even apreciate art anymore!<p />He: Yeah. Let's face a french-1950's movie marathon after this one ends!</p> <p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://thiagobm.posterous.com/couple-of-words-39">a few words</a> </p> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7105184262701188258-5495182221038121884?l=blase-peronomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105184262701188258.post-75898600425687861632011-04-26T19:59:00.001-03:002011-04-26T19:59:55.704-03:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p>She: This... Is a rabbit!<p />He: Wrong!<p />She: Mmm... A wolf?<p />He: Hahahah wrong. A wolf similiar to a rabbit would be funny...<br />Last chance.<p />She: Okay... This is... A dinossaur!<p />He: Well, its a Tyrannosaurus actually... But it's ok.<p />She: A Tyrannosaurus is a type of dinossaur anyway. Where did you learn to do these shadows?<p />He: Movies. Old movies, you know, the ones with huge monsters... They were all made of clay or shadows with hands.<p />She: Oh my boyfriend has such a knowledge of pop culture hahah...<p />He: Among other futilities, of course.<p />She: Well it's pretty good to have someone to talk about these things. When a blackout comes we realize that!<p />He: Yeah. But we had dinner, asked ourselves questions and played shadows. If we keep talking I'm gonna sleep right here on the carpet...<p />She: That's a good idea... We can sleep here for a change. I'll get the blankets!<p />He: Fine by me. I know you're gonna be grumbling at dawn and I'll have to carry you back to the bedroom.<p />She: And you better not to wake me up, mister!<p />He: Hahah... We discuss that every time and do the same thing every time. Some things should never change alright!</p> <p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://thiagobm.posterous.com/couple-of-words-38">a few words</a> </p> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7105184262701188258-7589860042568786163?l=blase-peronomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105184262701188258.post-85690337413063546802011-04-17T18:36:00.001-03:002011-04-17T18:36:33.228-03:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p>He: A favourite month?<p />She: December.<br />A favourite place?<p />He: That beach...<br />Favourite food?<p />She: Pizza. Favourite liquid?<p />He: Beer!<p />She: Hahahah you don't drink that much!<p />He: You spoiled it! Now it's my turn again.<br />Favourite... Year.<p />She: The one I've met you.<p />He: Okay, you win.<p />She: I told you we could have fun despite the blackout!<br />Now you owe me a pizza and a beer.<p />He: This bet I'm glad to pay. If there is a place still opened in this darkness...</p> <p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://thiagobm.posterous.com/couple-of-words-37">a few words</a> </p> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7105184262701188258-8569033741306354680?l=blase-peronomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105184262701188258.post-77143335657414825522011-04-06T22:32:00.001-03:002011-04-06T22:32:18.033-03:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p>She: Honey... I know I'm late but I'm finally going home and I need a hug.<br />Not just a hug, yours.<p />He: I'm waiting here. With my two arms!<p />[...]<p />He: So, what's so special about my hug?<p />She: Ahh it's obvious right? It's you. There isn't anyone else I'd like to be with.<br />Specially because it's been a hell of a week.<p />He: I feel the same... But... It's pretty much like every other week, isn't it?<p />She: I suppose...<br />But the best 'anti-stress' therapy is you. No matter where we are. Just being like we are, you know...<p />He: I do.<br />But we must stop talking now or you'll be sleeping in my arms in about five minutes...</p> <p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://thiagobm.posterous.com/couple-of-words-36">a few words</a> </p> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7105184262701188258-7714333565741482552?l=blase-peronomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105184262701188258.post-47819618266518623712011-03-21T02:46:00.001-03:002011-03-21T02:46:21.576-03:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p>She: Busy week...<p />He: It's a living hell. I tell you, if there is a hell, it's pretty much like this.<p />She: It's that bad there?<p />He: Well let's see.. Today is wednesday and it feels like monday morning.<p />She: Ouch.<p />He: Also... I'm gonna work late everyday. Plus saturday the whole day I guess.<p />She: It's alright honey. We'll have lunch some day next week.<p />He: You know... It's not the fact that I have to burst my ass off in here...<br />I would do that happily if I could go home at night and see you.<p />She: Yeah, but...<p />He: Don't get me wrong honey, I know we live far and it can't be changed now... The world is wrong, not us.<p />She: Mmm having hard time with people there?<p />He: I... I just don't know what's wrong with people. Everyone. Everyone's mean, criticize other people from their back, publish status on social networks making fun of other people... And everyone thinks that this is normal.<br />Or maybe I'm wrong and we all turned into shameless, heartless, coldless bastards.<p />She: You're not wrong. It's a cruel world filled with cruel people. But what can we do to change it? I wish I knew...<br />But one thing I know, if there's a way to change it is to be exactly like you are, and do exactly what you're doing.<p />He: Working harder because I'm the one who gives the f-word?<p />She: Hahahah silly. You care. And not just about the work, but about everything. About people, about me. Don't you ever change that.<br />Don't lose your energy. You're stressed I know. When you go home tonight don't call me. Have a beer on the couch and fall sleep watching some game.<p />He: Really?<p />She: Sure honey. But don't drink too much, you know...<p />He: Okay okay, I know.<br />See, that's why I miss you. You're not just the best girlfriend ever. You're a person that I can talk too.<p />She: But you'll owe me a dinner once you can go home early!<p />He: Really? I'm having lunch at my desk talking to you and you're demanding a dinner some day next week or another?<p />She: That's my price, mister!<p />He: Fair enough...<br />Now, I gotta hang up hon!</p> <p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://thiagobm.posterous.com/couple-of-words-35">a few words</a> </p> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7105184262701188258-4781961826651862371?l=blase-peronomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105184262701188258.post-71921914939915354042011-03-14T01:21:00.001-03:002011-03-14T01:21:36.469-03:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p>She: Calm down, mister. Having a bad dream?<p />He: Huh? Oh you're here.<p />She: Of course I am. I guess you fell asleep watching tv before I get here right? Geez you're sweating!<p />He: Bad dream...<p />She: What was about?<p />He: Nothing frightening... Just... You were not here. I was sleeping alone.<p />She: So you dreamed that I was not here... And that was a nightmare?<p />He: I... Wouldn't say nightmare. But surely was scary.<p />She: How come? When I don't sleep here it's because I wake up early the next morning...<p />He: I know. It was... Different.<p />She: Different how?<p />He: It seemed that you... That you weren't here because you didn't exist in my life.<p />She: Oh...<p />He: That was scary. This thought that you didn't exist and that I had to sleep alone every night and dream about this perfect creature so unreachable.<p />She: Ohh don't start with this 'perfection' thing again mister!<br />But thank you. I'll try to be more present in your dreams...<p />He: Like you had to try...</p> <p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://thiagobm.posterous.com/couple-of-words-34">a few words</a> </p> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7105184262701188258-7192191493991535404?l=blase-peronomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105184262701188258.post-29487464660384157822011-02-02T20:14:00.001-02:002011-02-02T20:14:49.262-02:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p>He: Nice sunset right?<p />She: Beautiful.<p />He: I'm glad we could make it in time to see it. Best thing about summer is this view...<p />She: I don't know if it's the best, but... It's pretty nice to get home in a hot day like this and apreciate it.<p />[...]<p />He: I know. It's not the best thing about summer.<p />She: What is then?<p />He: To get home in a hot day like this... And have someone to share this sunset with.<p />She: Oh, not just someone. The one.<p />He: The only one.<p />She: The nicest one.<p />He: The... Well, this could go on and on...<p />She: Yeah. Thank God we have some more hours to be the perfect couple today...</p> <p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://thiagobm.posterous.com/couple-of-words-33">a few words</a> </p> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7105184262701188258-2948746466038415782?l=blase-peronomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105184262701188258.post-91432440900589065402011-01-21T19:35:00.001-02:002011-01-21T19:35:17.092-02:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p>He: Now you know that your boyfriend is a nerd coward...</p> <p>She: Not at all. I surely wouldn't want you to get into a fight with a random guy annoying me in the bar.</p> <p>He: Yeah, but would help if I was... You know... Stronger, tough.</p> <p>She: Muscles over your brain? Thank you very much, no...<br />Now let's get some more drinks.</p> <p>[...]</p> <p>He: So you were saying that you actually like that I'm weak and nerdy?</p> <p>She: I wouldn't say you're 'nerdy'. Sweet is better. Sensitive but a man. Not a jerk who likes muscles and breasts and beers, and muscles... See it?</p> <p>He: I see your point. I just wish that I could talk more... Imposing. Like you, you dominate every conversation with a man if you want to.</p> <p>She: Honey, that's because women are hotter. Always. Not because you think you're soft.</p> <p>He: Mmm... I suppose so...<br />And you know... <strong>You </strong>are soft.</p> <p>She: Am I?</p> <p>He: Yeah, surely is.</p> <p>She: Why is that?</p> <p>He: You know... You're all soft... Like... A living cushion that I want to bite all the time. That soft.</p> <p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://thiagobm.posterous.com/couple-of-words-32">a few words</a> </p> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7105184262701188258-9143244090058906540?l=blase-peronomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105184262701188258.post-27352472774001235782010-12-27T23:43:00.001-02:002010-12-27T23:43:27.974-02:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p>She: Wake up sleepy beauty.<br />He: It's not 6 a.m. yet.<br />She: Oh yes it is. Actually, it's 06:09.<br />He: Oh I hate mondays!<br />She: Yeah, but it was your idea to sleep here in a sunday. Even though it's far from your office than your place.<br />He: Ok ok I'm up.<br />You know... It was mine idea. Only because I want to be with you a little more, you know.<br />She: I know. We're gonna work this out ok? Just hang a little more, get to know my flaws a little better...<br />He: Oh ok your flaws, I know them all!<br />She: Really?<br />He: Of course ...<br />Not!<br /> You don't have'em. And even if you did, I wouldn't mind. Just love you more.<br />She: That's sweet... But have some more coffee, you're gonna need it today...<br />And you know... I don't hate mondays like you do.<br />He: You don't? Why?<br />She: Because it's a day after we spent the weekend together. And that's always something to remember. You know, the small things, I like them...<br />He: Oh yeah I know... It's kinda funny. The reason why you don't hate mondays is the reason why I do.<br />She: Did I say that? Sometimes it's difficult to figure out what conclusions you're getting.<br />He: You kinda said... I mean... The reason you don't hate mondays it's because we just saw each other and you have a couple of days to remember the little details you like. Right?<br />She: Precisely.<br />He: And it's the same reason why I hate mondays: I just saw you, and had to say 'farewell' to you. That kills me.<br />She: Got it. You know, you've got this 'goofy reckless' way of being sweet that really pleases me...<br />He: Yeah... Until I met you that was one of the reasons I was such a loser. Hahah...<br />She: Shut up and drink your coffee. You know you're not a loser. At all.<br />He: Whatever you say, 'charachter from a book'!<br />She: What?<br />He: I was just thinking about that. There should be a book inspired by you. The name would be something like "The girl that loved mondays".<br />She: It'd be a best-seller.<br />He: Hell yeah it would!</p> <p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://thiagobm.posterous.com/couple-of-words-31">a few words</a> </p> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7105184262701188258-2735247277400123578?l=blase-peronomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105184262701188258.post-42517341027912746402010-12-27T02:21:00.001-02:002010-12-27T02:21:42.625-02:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p>He: Now what are we gonna do about this rain? We're stuck underneath a tree in the middle of nowhere with no one around!<p />She: Do you know when you're heavily stressed out in the city and all you wanna do is grab me and take me as far as you can imagine?<p />He: That's not supposed to be so literal.<p />She: Yeah I know. But nothing's perfect. Beware what you wish for.<br />Now that are here and stucked... What are you gonna do about it?<p />He: It's hard to think about kissing you under the rain when I see that huge storm comming...<p />She: Just shut up and come roll on the wet grass with me, will you?<p />He: That I can't deny...</p> <p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://thiagobm.posterous.com/couple-of-words-30">a few words</a> </p> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7105184262701188258-4251734102791274640?l=blase-peronomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105184262701188258.post-21465543065334990652010-12-19T00:44:00.001-02:002010-12-19T00:44:40.284-02:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p>He: Who suggested to come to the mall a week before Christmas?<p />She: I did. You know that.<p />He: Oh yeah right. Then I should say "hate to say I told you so"...<p />She: It's full I know. But it's the place where we can get what we haven't buy yet. Speaking on this... Did you buy my present already?<p />He: That is a secret. Do you think I would say? Don't get smart on me, miss!<p />She: I can see by your face and your response that you haven't. But it's ok, take notes on everything I like in the showcases ok?<p />He: You're way to cocky... But ok, I'll "take notes"!<p />[...]<p />She: Isn't stupid the way that people stare to someone who's different?<p />He: Surely is.<p />She: I mean... Back in the cinema there was that gay couple, you saw the way people was looking. And now this couple with Down Syndrome. IT's so nice to see someone different. But staring is...<p />He: Scary.<p />She: Exactly. To look is something. To stare... Is a judgement. Ahh I hate when someone does that!<p />He: Easy Athena. Not everyone can look at somebody without making any judgement. I guess we all do.<p />She: Yeah, but... We try hard not to... And Athena?<p />He: You know. "Goddess of the Earth, love and justice". You fit just perfectly on it.<p />She: Now... That is a good judgement, mister. Oh my God I love that purse! Tell me yuo bought this for me! Oh wait, don't tell me I can wait till' next week.</p> <p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://thiagobm.posterous.com/couple-of-words-29">a few words</a> </p> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7105184262701188258-2146554306533499065?l=blase-peronomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105184262701188258.post-75065956575023249762010-12-12T23:00:00.001-02:002010-12-12T23:00:13.312-02:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p>He: I can't believe... It took us over a year to plan this vacation together and it's already over.<p />She: I know... Ten days can pass really quickly when you're happy right?<p />He: It's not that we didn't seize... Because we did, of course... It's just that... Ahh I hate time.<p />She: Don't talk like that honey... You think you hate it because it's over now, but you was, we were happy these days. It's all that matters right?<p />He: I suppose you're right... We work hard for long days without seeing each other and it's over so soon... I'm just disapointed, sorry.<p />She: Nevermind. We'll have a lot of things to remember and talk about it. But we hate talking right?<p />He: Hahahah yeah we hate it. I guess this is what life's about... The good days, these straight good or awesome days we have are gonna end, and then we'll have some bad ones. But while good things happen time's infinit... Right?<p />She: Oh yeah my poet. It felt like infinit. And it's gonna last forever in our memories. That's good enough.<p />He: Thank you for calming me down. You know, the bad days might be comming... It's good to have someone to count on.<p />She: No problem honey. We rely on each other. That's what matters.</p> <p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://thiagobm.posterous.com/couple-of-words-28">a few words</a> </p> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7105184262701188258-7506595657502324976?l=blase-peronomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105184262701188258.post-90972391980535341952010-12-10T22:41:00.001-02:002010-12-10T22:41:42.637-02:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p>She: Hello honey.<p />He: Hey... Did you called me this morning?<p />She: I did... You were sleeping right? I remembered then that you would wake up later so I cancelled in the middle of it. Did I wake you?<p />He: Well, a little... But you know, it's a good thing. I tried to call you back but ended up in your message service. So I'm calling you now on your lunch time. Are you ok?<p />She: Yes honey. It was just to say 'hello' alright!<p />He: Mmm ok. Then I'll tell you later about the dream I was having and how you got me well-disposed because of your lost call...<p />She: Mmm I can't wait till' it's night. Bye honey!<p />[...]<p />She: Ahh thank you very much honey, this dinner was the best.<p />He: Really? It was... Pizza and beers. I was so tired to cook anything, I'm sorry...<p />She: Not at all. Pizza and a beer with you it's a great dinner.<br />But tell me... You got "well-disposed" because of my lost call?<p />He: Ohh, yeah. Very much.<p />She: And tell me about your dream.<p />He: Well, actually... I was dreaming with my grandparent's house, you know?.. I told you about it, it was a great place.<p />She: So I interrupted your dream?<p />He: No honey. I mean, it was in the end I guess or I wouldn't wake up that happy. I even was singing some old song...<p />She: Really? Which one?<p />He: You will mock of me.<p />She: I won't. Oh wait. Maybe a little hahah. But please, tell me. It will be another secret of ours.<p />He: Well you're right it's gonna be!<br />You know... "Singin' in the Rain"...<p />She: Really? But it was sunny the whole day.<p />He: I know. But because of you I don't worry about the weather anymore. You make my day better anyhow.<p />She: How can you be that sweet?<p />He: How can you be this perfect?<p />She: Yeah... What a hateful couple!</p> <p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://thiagobm.posterous.com/couple-of-words-27">a few words</a> </p> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7105184262701188258-9097239198053534195?l=blase-peronomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105184262701188258.post-82769245073469743202010-12-10T22:40:00.001-02:002010-12-10T22:40:48.671-02:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p>She: Hello honey.<p />He: Hey... Did you called me this morning?<p />She: I did... You were sleeping right? I remembered then that you would wake up later so I cancelled in the middle of it. Did I wake you?<p />He: Well, a little... But you know, it's a good thing. I tried to call you back but ended up in your message service. So I'm calling you now on your lunch time. Are you ok?<p />She: Yes honey. It was just to say 'hello' alright!<p />He: Mmm ok. Then I'll tell you later about the dream I was having and how you got me well-disposed because of your lost call...<p />She: Mmm I can't wait till' it's night. Bye honey!<p />[...]<p />She: Ahh thank you very much honey, this dinner was the best.<p />He: Really? It was... Pizza and beers. I was so tired to cook anything, I'm sorry...<p />She: Not at all. Pizza and a beer with you it's a great dinner.<br />But tell me... You got "well-disposed" because of my lost call?<p />He: Ohh, yeah. Very much.<p />She: And tell me about your dream.<p />He: Well, actually... I was dreaming with my grandparent's house, you know?.. I told you about it, it was a great place.<p />She: So I interrupted your dream?<p />He: No honey. I mean, it was in the end I guess or I wouldn't wake up that happy. I even was singing some old song...<p />She: Really? Which one?<p />He: You will mock of me.<p />She: I won't. Oh wait. Maybe a little hahah. But please, tell me. It will be another secret of ours.<p />He: Well you're right it's gonna be!<br />You know... "Singin' in the Rain"...<p />She: Really? But it was sunny the whole day.<p />He: I know. But because of you I don't worry about the weather anymore. You make my day better anyhow.<p />She: How can you be that sweet?<p />He: How can you be this perfect?<p />She: Yeah... What a hateful couple!</p> <p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://thiagobm.posterous.com/couple-of-words-24-0">a few words</a> </p> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7105184262701188258-8276924507346974320?l=blase-peronomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105184262701188258.post-11032155325214014032010-12-10T22:37:00.003-02:002010-12-10T22:37:58.743-02:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p>She: Hello honey.<p />He: Hey... Did you called me this morning?<p />She: I did... You were sleeping right? I remembered then that you would wake up later so I cancelled in the middle of it. Did I wake you?<p />He: Well, a little... But you know, it's a good thing. I tried to call you back but ended up in your message service. So I'm calling you now on your lunch time. Are you ok?<p />She: Yes honey. It was just to say 'hello' alright!<p />He: Mmm ok. Then I'll tell you later about the dream I was having and how you got me well-disposed because of your lost call...<p />She: Mmm I can't wait till' it's night. Bye honey!<p />[...]<p />She: Ahh thank you very much honey, this dinner was the best.<p />He: Really? It was... Pizza and beers. I was so tired to cook anything, I'm sorry...<p />She: Not at all. Pizza and a beer with you it's a great dinner.<br />But tell me... You got "well-disposed" because of my lost call?<p />He: Ohh, yeah. Very much.<p />She: And tell me about your dream.<p />He: Well, actually... I was dreaming with my grandparent's house, you know?.. I told you about it, it was a great place.<p />She: So I interrupted your dream?<p />He: No honey. I mean, it was in the end I guess or I wouldn't wake up that happy. I even was singing some old song...<p />She: Really? Which one?<p />He: You will mock of me.<p />She: I won't. Oh wait. Maybe a little hahah. But please, tell me. It will be another secret of ours.<p />He: Well you're right it's gonna be!<br />You know... "Singin' in the Rain"...<p />She: Really? But it was sunny the whole day.<p />He: I know. But because of you I don't worry about the weather anymore. You make my day better anyhow.<p />She: How can you be that sweet?<p />He: How can you be this perfect?<p />She: Yeah... What a hateful couple!</p> <p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://thiagobm.posterous.com/couple-of-words-27">a few words</a> </p> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7105184262701188258-1103215532521401403?l=blase-peronomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105184262701188258.post-53383751298300762772010-12-10T22:37:00.001-02:002010-12-10T22:37:35.529-02:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p>He: Well I want to be more. I want to be the reason you go to sleep smiling and wake up feeling good. I'm not being pretentious. I know I can be that guy. I know you're a smart <span class="short_text"><span style="color: #000000;">self-sufficient </span></span>girl. But I want to be your complement.</p> <p>She: I just don't know if it's time for us to get more serious...</p> <p>He: Tell me something: do you feel complete?</p> <p>She: Complete? Of course not! There are so many things that could be better.</p> <p>He: See. It would be one less thing to worry about.</p> <p>She: No one is complete.</p> <p>He: I know. But it surely can be a lot better when you smile and have someone to take care of you and for you to take care of. Do you trust me?</p> <p>She: Yes... I do.</p> <p>He: Then just think about it for now. I won't mention again. But think about it. Do you want me to leave now? I will. Because I know and you know it too that the best for us is to assume that this is already a relationship. And that this only depends on us. The hell with the "pressure"! It's all about us and anyone else.</p> <p>She: If I may ask, what makes you so confident?..</p> <p>He: These feelings I have for you. It makes me feel really good. Then why don't do the same for you?.. It's all I want.</p> <p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://thiagobm.posterous.com/couple-of-words-26">a few words</a> </p> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7105184262701188258-5338375129830076277?l=blase-peronomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105184262701188258.post-48328147213579128992010-12-05T22:48:00.001-02:002010-12-05T22:48:48.239-02:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p>She: Wow... Look at this rain.<p />He: I know. But since our cable is down because of it I like better looking at you...<p />She: Hahah funny. But I know you like rainbows just as I do. Get the camera, soon there will be one.<p />[...]<p />He: Yeah you was right, as usual. And it looked so close.<p />She: See it. I'm always right, even when I'm wrong.<br />Plus... This rain came in a very good time, I couldn't stand this heat anymore.<p />He: Ohh I love them both. Heat and rain.<p />She: I know what you're gonna say next. That the weather reminds you of me, right?<p />He: Hey, how do you do that?<p />She: Hahahah. I know this look in your eyes...<p />He: Mmm this is bad. I mean, if it seems so obvious... You can get everything you want from me!<p />She: Yeah, if you have something to hide... Which you don't, I know. You wouldn't be that sweet if you really couldn't stand me hahah.<p />He: You're not something for me to "stand", at all. You are just like weather, you know. You have your moods but it's always nice. And I love all of them.<p />She: See, you don't need another woman since I'm all in one!<p />He: Exactly...<br />Hey, look at this photo. I knew you would look gorgeous with this double rainbow in the background!<p />She: Mmm yeah. But I like this one better. Me, you and the double rainbow. Better. It's definitely going to a frame!</p> <p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://thiagobm.posterous.com/couple-of-words-25">a few words</a> </p> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7105184262701188258-4832814721357912899?l=blase-peronomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105184262701188258.post-89281277953323940792010-12-05T00:49:00.001-02:002010-12-05T00:49:58.938-02:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p>He: I know I said once that this is the moment I love the most about my days... But I must confess that feels a little bitter... Because of the 'farewells' and stuff.<p />She: Well I just hate farewells, you know. But not everything's lost. I mean, the days without each other feeds this feeling, makes it grow... And I think we're heading to something good, don't you?<p />He: Yes, I do. I know you don't want to rush anything and I'm fine with that. Don't think that I'm complaining about don't live with you, it's not that. It's just... That I miss you a lot, just that.<p />She: You know exactly what to say and to do, I don't even have to disagree with you! See it, we're doing just great.<p />He: Yeah we are. But I do have a plan to be with you during the week, you know?<p />She: Really? Tell me about it before it's time for me to go...<p />He: Well... I will sneak into your dreams and implant my best thoughts there, daily. But I won't go so far doing it cause I want you to know that these thoughts are there because you fed them.<p />She: Seems to me like a well-thought plan... But why must I have to remember that I'm responsable for the good thoughts?<p />He: You know honey. Therefore you would wake up knowing that everything's beautiful in the world can be found in you. And of course, I just can't let you forget this.</p> <p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://thiagobm.posterous.com/couple-of-words-24">a few words</a> </p> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7105184262701188258-8928127795332394079?l=blase-peronomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105184262701188258.post-55939278696282829882010-12-04T00:31:00.001-02:002010-12-04T00:31:20.531-02:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p>He: You don't think I'm "sticky" with you right?<p />She: Sticky? Like a gum?<p />He: You know... Like very passionate. Because the thing is that I love to take care of you. Although you don't need or won't let me sometimes.<p />She: I haven't thought about this yet, must confess. But of course I enjoy it.<p />He: Because you know, it's not that I want to be this annoying boyfriend that can't let go on his girlfriend. It's just that... I can't help... I like doing things for you, like the massages or breakfast.<p />She: Honey... I didn't complain about it... In fact I guess I'll never do. You're much more than the other boyfriends I had. You'll only hear me complaining about you if you stop being like you are with me... So don't ever change, mister!<p />He: I guess it's just that I miss you a lot during the week and when we spend the weekend together I feel like taking care of you and talking and cooking and go have a coffee or a beer, you know. I wanna do everything that I missed and thought about during the time I didn't have you this close.<p />She: When we miss each other this much it's probably a good sign. If you think about it, it feels like a reality dose after our perfect infinit time together.<p />He: What do you mean honey?<p />She: That this reality doses, this "I miss you so much" feeling is the best way to make us not forget how special is this that we have.<p />He: You're right. Wow, you're the best company I've ever had. Would be very disappointing if you weren't my girl!</p> <p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://thiagobm.posterous.com/couple-of-words-23">a few words</a> </p> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7105184262701188258-5593927869628282988?l=blase-peronomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105184262701188258.post-17705804452586896892010-12-01T22:56:00.001-02:002010-12-01T22:56:38.194-02:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p>He: Hello.<p />She: Hey honey... Listen.. I'm sorry I couldn't talk to you today. This week's being a living hell.<p />He: You know I understand. I apologize if sometimes I get a little anxious to talk to you when you're just tired...<br />Can you talk right now? I don't want to disturb you when you're working...<p />She: No it's ok now, I have like five minutes to dinner then get back to work. So since I won't leave my desk I thought it would be a nice thing to call you... And to say I'm sorry that we couldn't go to that concert. You should've gone by yourself, it would be a nice time alone and away from me, I'm quite emotional this week you know. By emotional you understand hysterical.<p />He: Hahah now you made me laugh. But listen honey, I understand... I mean, I wanted to go so much but mostly because of your company.<br />Or else I would be just a dork singing alone.<p />She: You're never a dork...<p />He: Perhaps... But what I wanted to say to you the whole day is that I get this anxious because talking to you or seeing you is the best part of my day. Even if I'm tired I forget that you might be tired also. So I'm sorry, I'm gonna be more quiet when you're this busy ok?<p />She: Don't you change, mister. Never.<br />But listen, I have to go back to my computer right now, but... I promise you tomorrow I'm gonna work only until 4 o'clock. Then I'm all yours.<p />He: Mmm keep talking.<p />She: So I promise you I'm gonna make us some special dinner at my place ok? All by myself, it's gonna be a surprise menu.<p />He: Oh I love your surprises... But tell me, do you need me to buy anything?<p />She: No way mister.<p />He: Well it's fine by me. It'll be good for an exchange just to watch you. Although I love to cook with you...<p />She: I might let you help with something then. But now I really got to go or I'm gonna be stuck here until midnight I guess...<p />He: Right. Get back to work and make me even prouder of you!</p> <p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://thiagobm.posterous.com/couple-of-words-22">a few words</a> </p> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7105184262701188258-1770580445258689689?l=blase-peronomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105184262701188258.post-77629048371371258232010-11-30T22:15:00.001-02:002010-11-30T22:15:52.069-02:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p>She: Don't tell me I'm perfect. I have lots of flaws, you know that.<p />He: Honey, I do, but...The thing is... The way I see you are perfect.<br />Look, we managed to create our own 'infinit time' inside the official time, right?<p />She: Yeah but it's totally different things. Our time is a matter of how we seize it and make it last. My "perfection" it's nothing but a oppinion. A oppinion from someone who's in love with me.<p />He: Ohh but you can't say I'm blind because of that.<p />She: I know, and I'm not...<p />He: Because, you know, it's not a simple oppinion... Follow me...<p />She: Okay.<p />He: For me those who say that perfection it's a maculated, free of flaws thing are the wrong ones. See, what is this 'perfect' thing or being then? A god or goddess? Ok, but we live in a world that they are just references so we can live our lives the best way we can.<p />She: Wow you're really into this... Tell me more.<p />He: Well... From my 'human' point of view a perfect thing, or should I say, person, it's the one that has it's flaws and manage to be a good person though. And you are that. You're not just the woman I love... You're the best person I've ever known.<br />So... When I say that to me you're perfect, I'm not exagerating or being irrationally blind because of my feelings. I do it because you are this perfect.<p />She: Ok my precious I can't argue with that... If you think so then you can call me that.<br />But beware if I end up believing in this and get cocky, you know...<p />He: That would never happen with someone this perfect my Goddess...</p> <p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://thiagobm.posterous.com/couple-of-words-21">a few words</a> </p> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7105184262701188258-7762904837137125823?l=blase-peronomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105184262701188258.post-58948149267958887422010-11-29T20:21:00.001-02:002010-11-29T20:21:07.841-02:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p>He: If you could pick a superpower... What would it be?<p />She: Superpower? Mmm let me see. Invisibility I guess.<p />He: Really? No nerves of steel then. Funny...<p />She: Why?<p />He: Well I guess you would pick to have strenght. Since, you know, you're... P&eacute;tit.<p />She: P&eacute;tit? That is new.<p />He: You know, in a good way. The best way. You're always 'in the best way'.<p />She: Hahah stop talking.<br />But tell me. What would be yours?<p />He: To fly!<p />She: Ohh I thought it would be invisibility too. But I'm glad it's not!<p />He: Why is that?<p />She: Ohh because then you could sneak yourself and spy on me. Or other girls.<br />Which is why you have to be glad I didn't pick strenght, right mister?<p />He: Don't look at me, I have eyes only for you!<p />She: Ok I'll buy that. But tell me... Why flying?<p />He: Well... It's the coolest superpower! You know... We see all those buildings... Makes me wanna fly around them and sit right on the top, waving for the people down there.<p />She: You know you would be arrested though...<p />He: How come? I would be a superhero! I was gonna, you know, save people.<br />Ok, stop looking at me like that and giggle! I would be this new kind of superhero. A lazy but yet adorable one. Hey! This should be my name! "Super Lazy""!<p />She: Mmm sounds ok. Now "Super Lazy", the dishes awaits you. Tonight is your turn...<p />He: Ohh I would, but you know, I got tired of thinking how awesome I would be as a superhero...</p> <p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://thiagobm.posterous.com/couple-of-words-20">a few words</a> </p> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7105184262701188258-5894814926795888742?l=blase-peronomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105184262701188258.post-75832945877330932962010-11-28T19:42:00.001-02:002010-11-28T19:42:54.073-02:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p>She: Whoa, you're really enjoying that records today huh?<p />He: I'm just happy. We're finally getting our apartment ready.<br />And I just love them. Best band ever! Don't you agree?<p />She: If you like it then I do to, honey.<p />He: You know, it's all about love. The world. What's missing everywhere...<p />She: Everywhere but here hahah.<p />He: Exactly dear. You know, by the way... I was thinking and... I know the perfect frame for our bedroom.<p />She: Really? Then tell me cause that blank space over the bed is starting to get me annoyed.<p />He: Then how about... We buy a canvas. Larger than the bed. And paint ourselves some phrases we like it. Leave our hands there and perhaps some drawings too. Then we put it on a frame over the bed. It would be something nice, what do you think?<p />She: Ohh I loved it! And I bet that your first phrase will be a Beatles one, right?!<p />He: Well... It would be a tree with that classic crossed heart with our names on it.<br />But that's way corny I know.<p />She: Ohh honey don't torture yourself. It's very nice, I loved the idea.<br />Plus, when we receive some friends here they will see it and sing that song "He and she sitting on a tree... K-I-S-S-I-N-G"<p />[...]<p />He: And my oldest friends ask my why I love you that much!..</p> <p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://thiagobm.posterous.com/couple-of-words-19">a few words</a> </p> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7105184262701188258-7583294587733093296?l=blase-peronomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105184262701188258.post-8888501638898482722010-11-27T21:43:00.001-02:002010-11-27T21:43:00.668-02:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p>He: You know, I'm considering to keep some kind of journal.<p />She: Like a teenager girl?<p />He: Hahah cute. But no. Like... A book of things I think and can't say to you right away.<p />She: Mmm so you can rehearsal all these beautiful things you say to me?<p />He: Well, not rehearsal but... That way I know I won't lose anything.<p />She: Honey... I love your spontaneity. But it's ok, I let you practice on your speechs a little, that will be funny, at least.<p />He: And I love your honesty, you know that...<br />In fact... There is something I wanted to tell you, but...<p />She: Shoot dear.<p />He: Well it's one of those silly things we think during the day... Not important.<p />She: Just so you know, if you don't yet, I also love your silly thoughts.<p />He: Precious...<br />The thing is... I miss telling you these silly things during the week. Like... These days I have had this sensation that... My hair feels softer.<p />She: Mmm... You know what, it really does. That's funny.<p />He: Maybe this new hair cut.<p />She: Maybe...<br />Or it's my finger's fault.<p />He: That is what I was thinking from the beginning. It had to do it with you. Everything's good in me has.</p> <p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://thiagobm.posterous.com/couple-of-words-18">a few words</a> </p> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7105184262701188258-888850163889848272?l=blase-peronomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105184262701188258.post-86276536467930033712010-11-26T22:25:00.001-02:002010-11-26T22:25:56.918-02:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p>He: Thank God it's friday.<p />She: You know, there's a bar with that name...<p />He: I know. I mean... I couldn't stand being away from you anymore.<p />She: I know... It was a tough week. We haven't seen each other since monday.<p />He: Yeah. In fact, I was thinking today...<p />She: Oh honey, that's what you do the entire day hahah...<p />He: Hahah anyway... I was thinking... It's so unfair that we do different things... For work, I mean.<p />She: Why is that?<p />He: Because... Your co-workers see you and can be near you way more than I do.<p />She: And that's what's unfair?<p />He: Well, yeah... I mean... Your boyfriend spend the weekends with you and occasionally have lunch or dinner with you... But they do all these stuff everyday. As lucky as I am they seem more than I do...<p />She: Mmm perhaps. But you see, if we worked together we would end up arguing or something like that.<p />He: I'd find that amusing. Since, you know, we never do that.<p />She: Yeah... What is our problem?<p />He: Oh no problem of course. We're just crazy about each other.<p />[...]<p />She: Mmm you're right. The other couples are the ones with problems.</p> <p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://thiagobm.posterous.com/couple-of-words-17">a few words</a> </p> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7105184262701188258-8627653646793003371?l=blase-peronomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105184262701188258.post-6021115946747678352010-11-25T21:19:00.001-02:002010-11-25T21:19:36.270-02:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p>He: Now I know what's like being trolled by you... Life is funny.<p />She: Ohh dear don't be sad. We finally discovered something to disagree on. Do you realize that?<p />He: I do. We are a unique couple after all. And you choose to support my team's biggest rival so we can disagree in one thing?<p />She: It's nice to feel like this, at least when your team loses. Which isn't that common, you know better than me.<p />He: It's better than yours hahah.<p />She: Well they just lost at the very end of the game... So, tonight I'm the one who makes the jokes here mister!<p />He: Ok, ok... But you know, altough it's nice to have these 'little fights'... I feel crushed.<p />She: Why honey?<p />He: Because... I'm being trolled by the person I love the most in the world... It doesn't feel good...<br />But it's ok, it's only fair... You be prepared when your team loses!<p />She: What are you gonna do?<p />He: Ohh I'm not telling you now. I'm having the most evil thoughts I've ever had about you!<p />She: Mmm I'm scared hahah. But now you owe me a jersey of my team!<p />He: I will give you.<br />Just because we are still a perfect couple.<p />She: I know... Isn't funny that the fact that we disagree about one single thing makes us even more perfect, if that is possible?..<p />He: Yeah. Like the 'infinit' symbol. Just perfect.</p> <p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://thiagobm.posterous.com/couple-of-words-16">a few words</a> </p> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7105184262701188258-602111594674767835?l=blase-peronomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105184262701188258.post-21655245512230609642010-11-24T21:50:00.001-02:002010-11-24T21:50:28.852-02:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p>She: You see? <strong>That</strong> is a movie kiss!<p />He: Well maybe they are more passionate than the couple from the other movie... You can't measure these things.<p />She: Or... The actors from the other movie weren't as involved as these are!<p />He: Mmm... But there's a matter of chemistry between them. Not how passionate the charachters are.<p />She: See, but that's why I say... Cinema love isn't always stunning. It's rare actually. Even on movies...<p />[...]<p />He: Now I must agree with you, that is a hell of a kiss.<p />She: Do you think they make out off the cameras?..<p />He: Well... I wouldn't be surprised... But you know, both have pairs... In this case, at least.<p />She: Yeah...<br />How come we ended up discussing movie kisses again? I kinda got lost about this.<p />He: You said that we don't kiss like the movies and I disagreed.<p />She: But we haven't. I would remember these things.<p />He: Honey... All our kisses are movie kisses. You just can't remember what was like not having a movie kiss before me. No false modesty.<p />She: Weirdly that makes sense, mister...<p />He: And that's why I disagreed with you. We kiss like the movies because we have cinema love. Simple math.<p />She: Math?<p />He: You know... Well... I guess 'simple facts' would have been better.<p />She: Honey... You get better everyday...</p> <p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://thiagobm.posterous.com/couple-of-words-15">a few words</a> </p> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7105184262701188258-2165524551223060964?l=blase-peronomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105184262701188258.post-39804551702473823892010-11-23T22:18:00.001-02:002010-11-23T22:18:38.631-02:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p>She: That's why I said it's better for us to solve this now. Because it's the beginning. If we pretend to forget someday it will came up. And will be worst.</p> <p>He: But what's to solve? We're togheter, doing fine... If I'm with you I am 100% sure about it.</p> <p>She: But you weren't when we started. I just wanna make sure I'm not wasting my time here, see?</p> <p>He: Honey... You're not. I promise.<br />I know I had issues with my ex. But I'm over her. It's all about you.</p> <p>She: I hope so. Because, you know... The fact that it's different now, with a whole new person, doesn't mean that it can't be different... For the better.</p> <p>He: I know... And that's one of the reasons why I like you so much.</p> <p>She: What reason?</p> <p>He: You're clever. And sexy... How come I got to meet a woman like you? I'm lucky!</p> <p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://thiagobm.posterous.com/couple-of-words-14">a few words</a> </p> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7105184262701188258-3980455170247382389?l=blase-peronomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105184262701188258.post-21851980022517073492010-11-22T21:35:00.001-02:002010-11-22T21:35:45.231-02:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p>He: Hey... Some guys told at work told me today that I keep whistling all the time.<p />She: And do you?<p />He: Well, not all the time... But you know, they said I'm doing that a lot, so... I was wondering if it's true.<p />She: Well. You do that a lot.<p />He: You didn't tell me that... Is it annoying? I can stop...<p />She: Actually I don't mind at all. It's nice because I try to figure which music you're whistling...<p />He: Mmm... Also... There's another thing.<p />She: Shoot.<p />He: Those guys said that the reason I'm doing it is... Because of you.<p />She: Oh they're right. I noticed that too. *laughs*<p />He: And you didn't say a word... Clever girl. Seeing me happy and kinda dork.<p />She: It's nice to see someone in love. Other than me, of course.<p />He: Of course.<br />Now... You're never gonna figure which music I'm gonna whistle. Ready?</p> <p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://thiagobm.posterous.com/couple-of-words-13">a few words</a> </p> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7105184262701188258-2185198002251707349?l=blase-peronomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105184262701188258.post-84592924394377441642010-11-21T23:24:00.001-02:002010-11-21T23:24:40.327-02:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p>She: Oh I remembered what I wanted to ask you.</p> <p>He: Shoot.</p> <p>She: How come you're so... Calm?</p> <p>He: What do you mean? We're both calm. A calm couple.</p> <p>She: Yes, but... Not as a couple. You are calm. About everything, apparently.</p> <p>He: Mmm. Not about everything but I guess we could say I am.</p> <p>She: Yes. More than me, for sure. And I know your parents, your brothers, they're not like you at all!</p> <p>...</p> <p>He: I guess I am. Well, I think of you a lot, you know that.</p> <p>She: What does this have to do with it?</p> <p>He: It's where the calm come from... When I'm not with you I think about you. If I'm nervous it gets me calmer.</p> <p>She: And when we're together?</p> <p>He: Ohh that's better of course. I mean, even though we don't spend that much time together, mainly weekends and lunchs and dinners sometimes... When I'm with you the time doesn't matter. Time is ours. While it happens, it's...</p> <p>She: Infinit?</p> <p>He: Exactly. See dear... We're just perfect together.</p> <p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://thiagobm.posterous.com/couple-of-words-12">a few words</a> </p> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7105184262701188258-8459292439437744164?l=blase-peronomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105184262701188258.post-13865978425273105182010-11-21T00:59:00.001-02:002010-11-21T00:59:59.814-02:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p>He: How come we never discussed about music? We have such different tastes.</p> <p>She: Not that different, we have a lot in common.</p> <p>He: We do. But at the same time we like things way different...</p> <p>She: Mmm I guess you're right. I guess we never argue.</p> <p>He: About anything?</p> <p>She: Well, can you remember? I don't. I guess we're a rare couple after all.</p> <p>He: Well we are... But it's funny how every friends we have complain about their boyfriends and girlfriend and we're all like "Ohh okay, that never happened to us!" right?</p> <p>She: If you think about... Everyone... Or should I say, every couple at least, has some things in common and some things way different. That story that some people are 100% equal and have the same taste must be bs. I mean... You can't have the exactly same taste as your boyfriend or girlfriend and neither have anything at all in common.</p> <p>He: I guess you're right.</p> <p>She: Unless we're talking about empty tasteless people. Which exists, also...</p> <p>He: Ohh I'm so glad I have you. You know, it's something to be proud of. Some guys have this gorgeous models as girlfriends. Others has this annoying ones. And I have the perfect woman.</p> <p>She: Of course you don't tell them that, right?</p> <p>He: Well, of course not... I'm lucky but I'm not stupid. I want you for me, with all your perfection. Last thing I need is competition!</p> <p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://thiagobm.posterous.com/couple-of-words-11">a few words</a> </p> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7105184262701188258-1386597842527310518?l=blase-peronomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105184262701188258.post-61781200487092608782010-11-20T00:15:00.001-02:002010-11-20T00:15:55.809-02:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p>She: Ohh I was wondering where was this portrait...<p />He: You didnt know I took it?<p />She: If I did you would be grounded for a week. I like this photo...<p />He: Yeah, me too. Very much. That's why I took it. And you didn't say anything so I thought you were ok with this...<p />She: Ok, so I guess you wont return it right?<p />He: Ahh... I wouldn't like to... See, I love this photo. I took it. You look amazing.<br />Not that you don't look amazing everyday... But it's static. You, looking at me, the park, the sun...<p />She: It was a nice day...<p />He: Really was.<br />Plus... It was our first... Six months right?<p />She: Yeah. You feel painfully tired of me right? Hahah.<p />He: Hahahah hell no! That's why I took it, actually.<p />She: Why? You're always misterious when you want to say something nice to me.<p />He: That's how I got you! *wink*<br />Anyway, I took the portrait from your bedroom because... It was our first months... And when I look to your face, frowning because of the sun... Smiling... I remember everything that I might forget eventually. And then I know that I can treat you better in the next day.<p />She: The next day?<p />He: Yeah. I mean, I always look at this portrait when I'm alone here. But it's the last thing I do before sleep. Look at this picture of you and remember this day. Then I think "ohh I can treat her better tomorrow". And that's what a I try to do everyday, I hope I'm succeeding... Am I?<p />She: Mmm... Fortunately, for you, tonight we're gonna get to sleep together. So I'll answer you tomorrow.<p />He: It's fine by me. Another day to love you more!</p> <p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://thiagobm.posterous.com/couple-of-words-10">a few words</a> </p> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7105184262701188258-6178120048709260878?l=blase-peronomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105184262701188258.post-69580775781149073202010-11-19T23:44:00.001-02:002010-11-19T23:44:30.122-02:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p>She: Hey, will you pass me the sunscreen?<p />He: It's not even sunny.<p />She: I know but look at this clouds. The haze is strong.<p />He: Hmmm I guess. You're really white, must feel the sun more intensively than I do.<p />She: Hahah funny. You should pass some too. I know you'll regret later...<p />He: Yeah, me too. But you know, it's nice to get sunburned when I have you to pass some lotion at me later.<p />She: Oh now I got you. Smart. Do you know that disease...<p />He: What?<p />She: That one you get by taking a lot of sun. <strong>Skin cancer</strong>!<p />He: That was mean.<p />She: Ohh my funny smart little man. Hahah come here, I need you to pass the sunscreen in my face.<p />He: I will if you do the same with the lotion on me later.<p />She: Ohh you and your lotion. Get a room hahahah.<p />He: Hahah funny girl, let me see...<br />Geez, this white face is really pretty. Hello freckles!<p />She: Shut up, you know I hate them!<p />He: Well I don't. I love them. See... They seem to me like the stars in a beautiful sky.<p />She: Ohhh mister that was corny.<p />He: I know, but what can I do? It's the truth.<p />She: I liked...<br />Also... Between us what our hearts says is what matters. Others are just expectators.</p> <p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://thiagobm.posterous.com/couple-of-words-9">a few words</a> </p> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7105184262701188258-6958077578114907320?l=blase-peronomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105184262701188258.post-5348550370865303562010-11-18T22:16:00.001-02:002010-11-18T22:16:47.106-02:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p>He: Remember that day when I asked you how is your favorite part of the day?<p />She: That was like a month ago.<p />He: Yeah, so you remember.<p />She: What's about it?<p />He: Can I add another one?<p />She: Well I didn't know this was a game. But tell me.<p />He: When we don't get to see each other and the only talk we do is on the phone or over the internet...<br />And I get home, take a shower and come stumbling to the computer to see that little window twinkling.<p />She: Really?<p />He: Well... It's the first of many smiles of the night. I guess that's why.<p />She: You realized that all your favorite moments involve some kind of pain?<p />He: Exactly. The same pain in all of them. Being far from you.<p />She: At least it's not like living in different cities..<p />He: <strong>That</strong> would be real pain.</p> <p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://thiagobm.posterous.com/couple-of-words-8">a few words</a> </p> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7105184262701188258-534855037086530356?l=blase-peronomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105184262701188258.post-11235011006085565152010-11-18T00:23:00.001-02:002010-11-18T00:23:14.931-02:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p>She: I'm sorry that I raised my voice with you on the phone... It was a bad day.</p> <p>He: I know. I can't get mad at you, you know? Can't say if that's either good or bad.</p> <p>She: Both, I guess. I mean, it's good that you can't but also it's bad because you're my balance.</p> <p>He: Your balance?</p> <p>She: Yeah, you know that. Who do I listen to? Not my mother, not my friends, at least not always... But the trust I have in you is unique.<br />That's why I feel ashamed...</p> <p>He: Apologies accepted. I know it's a simple transference. After all, it's better to do it with your "pillow" than with your boss right?</p> <p>She: It is, but that asshole desearves... Anyway, thank you again, dear. You're not mad at all then?</p> <p>He: How can I? Even if I did, holding you like this turns everything back to the right place.</p> <p>She: <em><span style="font-family: mceinline;">So hold me tight tonight, tonight... </span></em></p> <p><span style="font-family: mceinline;">He: You know I love that song!<br /></span></p> <p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://thiagobm.posterous.com/couple-of-words-7">a few words</a> </p> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7105184262701188258-1123501100608556515?l=blase-peronomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105184262701188258.post-38556301295066550442010-11-17T01:13:00.001-02:002010-11-17T01:13:17.826-02:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p>He: So... What is your favourite part of the day?<p />She: Favorite? I don't know. I have fun when we can get to lunch together.<p />He: Yeah, but that doesn't happen everyday.<p />She: That's why I can't say. What's yours mister?<p />He: I asked you because I'm between two... And I thought you would pick one of those...<p />She: Will you tell me or it's a secret?<p />He: Hahah secret, good one. As if you don't know everything I do or think. *wink*<p />She: Maybe, funny guy. So, tell me, you know I'm curious!<p />He: Well... First one is when I'm arriving at home and you call me to say that you're comming.<br />Or when I go to your place at friday and we can get to finally sleep together. Second is...<p />She: Oh wait. You already said two! And you picked good ones I guess...<p />He: No, that counts as one! It's the same principle! Anyway, the second you might not like...<p />She: Mmm try me.<p />He: When we have to say good night and sleep... And how it tortures me.<p />She: That is a favourite part of the day for you? Wow, my boyfriend is a masochist! *laughs*<p />He: Hahah you may laugh all you want. But that "I want her now!" feeling is trully a good one. That's what counts, despite the fact that you sleep at least an hour before me and I have to work it out till' my sleep arrives...<p />She: Ok, you got me... That is a nice one.<p />He: Right. But we still have to solve this distance problem. Because along with this "I want her now!" feeling there is the "Somebody kill me please!" feeling. And you know, it would be safer for both of us if we lived together...<p />She: Yeah, we have to solve this. But first we must go to the corner market, we ran out of beers.<p />He: Oh I love you!</p> <p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://thiagobm.posterous.com/couple-of-words-6">a few words</a> </p> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7105184262701188258-3855630129506655044?l=blase-peronomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105184262701188258.post-80584900066508019792010-11-16T21:52:00.001-02:002010-11-16T21:52:38.896-02:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p>He: Funniest thing happened today.<p />She: What?<p />He: I was at the meeting and my boss asked me to define our monthly results.<p />She: To define? Is he a dork?<p />He: Well, kinda... But he wanted an adjective cause he only knows 'marvelous', aparently.<p />She: Well, where is the fun?<p />He: I couldn't say an adjective for thirty seconds or something like that. Felt like eternity.<p />She: Wow, you really know how to laugh about yourself... Wasn't that awkward?<p />He: It was, that's why it was so funny.<p />She: You have to help me on that, I'm not seeing the fun...<p />He: The adjectives... My adjectives... You took them all.<p />She: Mmmm nice try mister. That was lack of coffee, don't blame it on me.<p />He: I mean it. I'm gonna need one or two so I can work alright. You had to be THIS perfect...</p> <p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://thiagobm.posterous.com/couple-of-words-5">a few words</a> </p> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7105184262701188258-8058490006650801979?l=blase-peronomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105184262701188258.post-50562115291956376752010-11-16T02:10:00.001-02:002010-11-16T02:10:01.614-02:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p>She: Are you sleeping?</p> <p>He: No.<br />Just... Snoring... Awake.</p> <p>She: Nice mister. Then if I ask you something you'll tell me the truth and won't remember in the morning?</p> <p>He: I guess...</p> <p>She: How come you're that tired and I'm not?</p> <p>...</p> <p>She: I asked you something mister.</p> <p>He: Mmm. I... Dunno... I'm calm with you...</p> <p>She: Mmm if you're being honest tomorrow you're gonna get lucky.</p> <p>He: Mmm. I'm lucky everyday...<br /> Now let's sleep...</p> <p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://thiagobm.posterous.com/couple-of-words-4">a few words</a> </p> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7105184262701188258-5056211529195637675?l=blase-peronomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105184262701188258.post-15845441489335745652010-11-11T00:56:00.001-02:002010-11-11T00:56:46.021-02:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p>Endorphin is like a drug. Or like being drunk.You feel incredibly freaking [pardon me] good.</p> <p>Next thing is the hangover. Not phisically, but a 'moral hangover' can be a lot worst.</p> <p>What to do then? Well, when I'm loaded with endorhpine I do the same as when I'm with alcohol: enjoy it.</p> <p>And if I can charge myself with some more, I will. Damn the hangover, moral or physical!</p> <p>After all the next morning still would taste bitter -with or without Endorphine.</p> <p>And it's way better to have a good reason to justify yourself. Despite your empty bed.</p> <p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://thiagobm.posterous.com/justafewwords">a few words</a> </p> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7105184262701188258-1584544148933574565?l=blase-peronomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105184262701188258.post-42763233492906272332010-11-08T20:16:00.001-02:002010-11-08T20:16:03.896-02:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p>Feliz &eacute; quem tem uma cor favorita, mas se acostuma a gostar das outras. &Eacute; como ter um prato favorito -pizza por exemplo- mas ainda assim n&atilde;o deixar de devorar uma salada, por exemplo.</p> <p>Feliz porque, afinal, ter suas prefer&ecirc;ncias mas n&atilde;o deixar de reconhecer coisas diferentes &eacute; entender que h&aacute; espa&ccedil;o para todas. O que seria dos beija-flores, por exemplo, se sua vis&atilde;o fosse monocrom&aacute;tica? E o que seria de n&oacute;s, tamb&eacute;m.</p> <p>Por vezes nos acostumamos a nos enclausurarmos em um mundo cinza. Nada contra o cinza tamb&eacute;m, mas quando h&aacute; um excesso de tons iguais naquilo que enxergamos &eacute; porque algo vai mal. E estar em paz &eacute; enxergar as cores -as diferen&ccedil;as- que est&atilde;o por a&iacute;.</p> <p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://thiagobm.posterous.com/das-cores">Eu tuito - thiagobm's posterous</a> </p> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7105184262701188258-4276323349290627233?l=blase-peronomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105184262701188258.post-11395158002358796112010-10-26T02:58:00.001-02:002010-10-26T02:58:39.759-02:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p>~~INITIATING. PLEASE WAIT~~</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>Loading..... 35%</p> <p>Owner report: 1 and a half year later, connected again;<br />Problems occurred: The two operational systems got conflicted;<br />Status: Machine named ''Brain'' tried to replace machine named "Heart". Motives are relationship-related;<br />Solution: General System rebooted. Wating for owner orders.</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>Loading..... 45%</p> <p>General System Status: Owner has reseted both machines/operational system;</p> <p>Machine "Brain" ready for further thoughts;</p> <p>Machine "Heart" ready for upcoming feelings;</p> <p>Now ready to work. Awating orders.</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>Loading..... 55%</p> <p>Owner Report: Finally. Over two years of numbless. The two machines are operating again. Now they will have to agree. At least they do in one thing. Seems a good start. I'm back, and trasmiting this message: <em>"Machine named 'Brain', take the feelings occurring in machine named 'Heart' and convert them into agreeable thoughts/plans/scripts. Shouldn't be hard now we have a starting point. <strong>Important</strong>: always remember file *******.doc [encrypted for security matters]. This file is above all others. It's a primary directrix.</em></p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>~~END OF TRANSMITION~~<em><br /></em></p> <p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://thiagobm.posterous.com/reboot">Eu tuito - thiagobm's posterous</a> </p> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7105184262701188258-1139515800235879611?l=blase-peronomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105184262701188258.post-19578615211140958262010-10-25T02:56:00.001-02:002010-10-25T02:56:33.414-02:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p>He: You must have roman blood.</p> <p>She: What? Why?</p> <p>He: Cause every once in a while I start walking and I end up on your corner.</p> <p>She: But your place is like a mile away.</p> <p>He: Yeah, well... I do enjoy walking...</p> <p>She: No you don't. You take the escalators on the subway.</p> <p>He: Alright you win, I don't. But I like to think about you, and that's what brings me here almost everyday.</p> <p>She: Didn't you say "every once in a while"?</p> <p>[...]</p> <p>He: Yeah... You won, again.<br />But it's not like I'm stalking you, I just want to be near...</p> <p>She: <em>Shhh</em>... Poor stalker, fell in love with your target...</p> <p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://thiagobm.posterous.com/couple-of-words-3">Eu tuito - thiagobm's posterous</a> </p> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7105184262701188258-1957861521114095826?l=blase-peronomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105184262701188258.post-4974359643090818852010-10-19T23:29:00.001-02:002010-10-19T23:29:10.192-02:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p>"<em>Estava esperando pra te dar boa noite!</em>" disse ela, e assim nos despedimos.</p> <p>No dia seguinte me dei conta de que a sensa&ccedil;&atilde;o da chuva prestes a cair num dia de ver&atilde;o me faz lembrar dela.</p> <p>"<em>Por que? Inst&aacute;vel, r&aacute;pida e devastadora?</em>" perguntou, nem um pouco generosa &agrave; si mesma.</p> <p>"<em>De maneira alguma</em>" respondi. "<em>Sentir o cheiro da chuva chegando alivia, me sinto tranq&uuml;ilo. &Eacute; o mesmo que olhar pra voc&ecirc;. Acalma.</em>"</p> <p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://thiagobm.posterous.com/aliteracao">Eu tuito - thiagobm's posterous</a> </p> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7105184262701188258-497435964309081885?l=blase-peronomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105184262701188258.post-19218923958006504892010-10-14T00:28:00.001-03:002010-10-14T00:28:05.312-03:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p>He: Now I figured why I don't dream with you.</p> <p>She: Why don't you?</p> <p>He: Cause I realized that our last thoughts of the day doesn't matter.</p> <p>She: Our? Isn't this about you?</p> <p>He: Ok, mine. But what I mean is that I dream about things I think about during the day. Possible or imaginary. 'Consolidated' thoughts, I'd say.</p> <p>She: So you don't think about me during the day. Nice compliment.</p> <p>He: No! I mean, of course I do!</p> <p>She: I'm listening.</p> <p>He: It's just that... It's automatic during the day. I don't have to put some effort to think about you. But before I sleep I force myself to it because of this vain hope that I'll dream about you and wake up better.</p> <p>She: That's nice. But perhaps the problem is this wish of waking up better...</p> <p>He: What do you mean?</p> <p>She: I mean you're looking for a motive to sleep better, wake up better. Is that why you want to dream with me?</p> <p>He: Well... I feel fine when I'm awake because thinking of you is something natural. But my dreams are awfull and that's unfair, cause the last thing I think about is the sweetest one.</p> <p>She: How about the first?</p> <p>He: First? I wake up wanting to die.</p> <p>She: Because of your dreams?</p> <p>He: Not actually. I'm used to them, just want to dream with you because I guess I'd wake up better. Because of something else...</p> <p>She: And do you know what?</p> <p>He: Yeah... I wake up wanting to die because I don't dream about you and I don't sleep with you.</p> <p>She: Mmmm...</p> <p>He: THAT is the problem.</p> <p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://thiagobm.posterous.com/30474902">Eu tuito - thiagobm's posterous</a> </p> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7105184262701188258-1921892395800650489?l=blase-peronomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105184262701188258.post-8274010035370389902010-09-07T03:35:00.001-03:002010-09-07T03:35:26.233-03:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p><span style="font-size: small;">He: All I have for you are my words.</span><br /><span style="font-size: small;">She: I need more than just words!</span><br /><span style="font-size: small;">He: They're already yours. All of them.</span><br /><span style="font-size: small;">She: Then if I take them what will you have?</span><br /><span style="font-size: small;">He: If I have you that won't matter.</span><br /><span style="font-size: small;">She: Cause I will...</span><br /><span style="font-size: small;">He: Do you promise you'll return them?</span><br /><span style="font-size: small;">She: So you like them that much.</span><br /><span style="font-size: small;">He: As I told you, without you they're just empty words.</span><br /><span style="font-size: small;">She: What do you want them?</span><br /><span style="font-size: small;">He: You to take them.</span><br /><span style="font-size: small;">pause</span><br /><span style="font-size: small;">She: What else?</span><br /><span style="font-size: small;">He: They will still be yours as they always've been. Take them, but don't leave me.</span><br /><span style="font-size: small;">long pause</span><br /><span style="font-size: small;">She: Was it that hard for you to say that you love me?</span><br /><span style="font-size: small;">He: I'm probably the worst passionate guy ever...</span></p> <p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://thiagobm.posterous.com/couple-of-words">Eu tuito - thiagobm's posterous</a> </p> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7105184262701188258-827401003537038990?l=blase-peronomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105184262701188258.post-21255726148769869792010-06-23T01:09:00.001-03:002010-06-23T01:09:22.285-03:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p><span style="color: #333333;"><strong><span style="font-size: small;">It's not a daily need. It comes and it goes</span></strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #333333;"><strong><span style="font-size: small;">But it comes by any hour, at any moment</span></strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #333333;"><strong><span style="font-size: small;">Specially on the weirdest dreams</span></strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #333333;"><strong><span style="font-size: small;">Weird.. Because aren't real, of course</span></strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #333333;"><strong><span style="font-size: small;">Weird because they couldn't be real</span></strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #333333;"><strong><span style="font-size: small;">Not that weird considering the wills</span></strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #333333;"><strong><span style="font-size: small;">And the desires they symbolize</span></strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #333333;"><strong><span style="font-size: small;">But do they?</span></strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #333333;"><strong><span style="font-size: small;">Considering I don't ever think about them</span></strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #333333;"><strong><span style="font-size: small;">Not that far, though</span></strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #333333;"><strong><span style="font-size: small;">Then what is it</span></strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #333333;"><strong><span style="font-size: small;">This... Special needs</span></strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #333333;"><strong><span style="font-size: small;">This wills, desires, dreams, symbols</span></strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #333333;"><strong><span style="font-size: small;">This parallel reality that only exists</span></strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #333333;"><strong><span style="font-size: small;">For a few [remembered] moments</span></strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #333333;"><strong><span style="font-size: small;">In the morning after</span></strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #333333;"><strong><span style="font-size: small;">Perhaps it's just mine, or our minds</span></strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #333333;"><strong><span style="font-size: small;">Getting impatient and taking ahead</span></strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #333333;"><strong><span style="font-size: small;">Through some years</span></strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #333333;"><strong><span style="font-size: small;">Perhaps I'm just realizing that they aren't possible</span></strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #333333;"><strong><span style="font-size: small;">Which is why they are dreams</span></strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #333333;"><strong><span style="font-size: small;">And/or wills, needs, desires, symbols</span></strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #333333;"><strong><span style="font-size: small;">Of changed things.</span></strong></span></p> <p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via web</a> from <a href="http://thiagobm.posterous.com/of-changed-things">Eu tuito - thiagobm's posterous</a> </p> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7105184262701188258-2125572614876986979?l=blase-peronomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105184262701188258.post-68117761644435515622009-10-18T03:25:00.001-02:002009-10-18T03:25:44.848-02:00<div class="posterous_bookmarklet_entry"> <object height="300" width="500"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/USUDlMBR-dQ&hl=en&fs=1&hd=1" /></param><param name="wmode" value="window" /><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /></param><embed allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/USUDlMBR-dQ&hl=en&fs=1&hd=1" allowscriptaccess="always" height="300" wmode="window" width="500"></embed></param></object> <div class="posterous_quote_citation">via <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=USUDlMBR-dQ">youtube.com</a></div> <p>Official HD Trailer</p></div> <p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via web</a> from <a href="http://thiagobm.posterous.com/the-time-travelers-wife-2009-official-trailer-0">Eu tuito - thiagobm's posterous</a> </p> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7105184262701188258-6811776164443551562?l=blase-peronomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105184262701188258.post-27391406694211316052009-10-18T03:24:00.001-02:002009-10-18T03:24:41.397-02:00<div class="posterous_bookmarklet_entry"> <a href='http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/thiagobm/ptfcpFofwhJuyqgEonAfgjpwfsAJlwovJECslmgnwIginHcAaHodyFzzklaA/media_httpchasnessfileswordpresscom200906timetravelerswifejpg_objCFhpgFGDGCyl.jpg.scaled1000.jpg'><img src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/thiagobm/ptfcpFofwhJuyqgEonAfgjpwfsAJlwovJECslmgnwIginHcAaHodyFzzklaA/media_httpchasnessfileswordpresscom200906timetravelerswifejpg_objCFhpgFGDGCyl.jpg.scaled500.jpg" width="500" height="743"/></a> <div class="posterous_quote_citation">via <a href="http://chasness.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/time_travelers_wife.jpg">chasness.files.wordpress.com</a></div> <p>Official Poster</p></div> <p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via web</a> from <a href="http://thiagobm.posterous.com/timetravelerswifejpg-imagem-jpeg-10101500-pix">Eu tuito - thiagobm's posterous</a> </p> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7105184262701188258-2739140669421131605?l=blase-peronomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105184262701188258.post-11858973927018609912009-10-18T03:16:00.001-02:002009-10-18T03:16:06.914-02:00<p>Well, yesterday seing the daily news on Twitter, as usual, I got this movie review by UOL Cinema [a popular web portal in Brazil]. Every friday I glance at the premi&eacute;res to find out if there is something that interests me, even though I am a movie buff denatured ... <p /> I saw the story about "The Time Traveler's Wife" [note: POOR name in Portuguese- "I Will Love You Forever". It's almost an insult to the viewer to be treated as part of a public that only knows how to pick movies by name, or books by the cover]. <p /> Apart from the infamous name, saw the photos and read the review about the movie. I never give a damn about criticism, because critics are failed filmmakers / wannabes. As I read I learn more about the film and the plot, because that's how I choose a movie to go to the movies. Since I really like subjects like time travels [is always something interesting] and also the cast was something really good -Rachel McAdams, which dispenses praise and also a bit of curiosity to see if Eric Bana is a really good actor, I went to the movies. <p /> I endured very patient over an hour waiting for the film session. The public was good, almost crowded room, an SOB behind me kicking my chair and with his nextel on -which by the way, rang at the end of the movie... Anyway, back to the movie -which my friend <a href="http://www.facebook.com/bm.thiago?v=feed&amp;story_fbid=156334617604" target="_blank">Karen</a> seems to have hated- I'll say what I think about it ... <p /> I spent the whole movie trying to decipher and anticipate the 'puzzle' proposed, after all, when talking about time travel, the subject 'change the past / future' is always there, pardon the pun ... <p /> I got, think, successfully knowing what would happen and what was -REALLY-happening. The funny thing was to hear comments [specially from the sob behind me] wondering what was happening there and I understanding very well the film. <p /> The first part is devoted to the novel- the ROMANCE I mean, cause I havent' read the book- and the second to the 'drama' about the story. Worked well-run, avoided the cliches, a good movie for all ages [something that the infamous name in Portuguese can spoil]. Anyway, I love watching movies with themes to digest, decipher things to discuss after seeing it, and I think that is what I will do now ...</p> <p>Just to add something I forgot on the Portuguese post: Eric Bana, now, really convinced me. Or maybe -maybe- its Rachel that captivated him. I wouldn't doubt it...</p> <p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via web</a> from <a href="http://thiagobm.posterous.com/the-time-travelers-wife-13">Eu tuito - thiagobm's posterous</a> </p> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7105184262701188258-1185897392701860991?l=blase-peronomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105184262701188258.post-4047489623140178302009-10-18T02:57:00.001-02:002009-10-18T02:57:10.650-02:00<p>Bem, ontem ao ver as not&iacute;cias do dia no twitter, o normal de sempre, recebo as estr&eacute;ias da semana pelo UOL Cinema. Toda 6a feira eu olho pra ver se h&aacute; algo que me interesse, ainda que eu seja um cin&eacute;filo desnaturado...</p> <p>E vi a <a href="http://cinema.uol.com.br/ultnot/2009/10/15/ult26u29104.jhtm" target="_blank">mat&eacute;ria</a> sobre "Te Amarei Para Sempre" [nota: P&Eacute;SSIMO nome em Portugu&ecirc;s. Chega a ser uma ofensa para com o expectador ser tratado como parte de um p&uacute;blico burro que s&oacute; sabe escolher filmes pelo nome, ou livros pela capa].</p> <p>Aparte do nome infame, vi as fotos e li a resenha sobre o filme. Eu nunca dou a m&iacute;nima para cr&iacute;ticas, pois cr&iacute;ticos s&atilde;o cineastas fracassados/wannabes. As leio para saber mais sobre o filme e o enredo, porque &eacute; assim que eu escolho um filme para ir no Cinema. Li, achei interessante o tema sobre viagens no tempo [sempre me &eacute; interessante algo assim], al&eacute;m disso tinha no elenco Rachel McAdams, que dispensa elogios, e tamb&eacute;m um pingo de curiosidade para averiguar se Eric Bana &eacute; realmente um bom ator.</p> <p>Aguentei <strong>muito </strong>paciente mais de uma hora de espera pela sess&atilde;o do filme. Um p&uacute;blico at&eacute; muito bom, sala quase lotada, um fdp atr&aacute;s de mim chutando a minha cadeira e com o nextel ligado, que justamente no fim, apitou... Bom, voltando ao filme, j&aacute; que minha amiga Karen parece ter detestado eu digo o que achei...</p> <p>Passei o filme todo tentando decifrar e antecipar os 'quebra-cabe&ccedil;as' propostos, afinal, quando se fala de viagens no tempo, o assunto 'mudar o passado/futuro' &eacute; sempre presente, com o perd&atilde;o do trocadilho...</p> <p>Consegui, penso eu, com sucesso saber o que ia acontecer e o que estava -de fato- acontecendo. Engra&ccedil;ado era ouvir coment&aacute;rios [principalmente do fdp atr&aacute;s de mim] se perguntando o que estava acontecendo, e eu l&aacute; entendendo muito bem o filme.</p> <p>A primeira parte &eacute; mais dedicada ao romance, a segunda ao drama. Achei bem conduzido, evitou os clich&ecirc;s, um bom filme para todas as idades [algo que o infame nome em portugu&ecirc;s pode estragar]. Enfim, adoro ver filmes com temas para digerir, coisas a se decifrar, discutir ap&oacute;s v&ecirc;-lo, e acho que &eacute; isso que farei agora...</p> <p>&Agrave;queles que gostam de romance ou drama, eu recomendo. &Eacute; muito bom.</p> <p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via web</a> from <a href="http://thiagobm.posterous.com/a-esposa-do-viajante-do-tempo-seria-bom-se-as">Eu tuito - thiagobm's posterous</a> </p> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7105184262701188258-404748962314017830?l=blase-peronomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105184262701188258.post-57933329643854184072009-10-16T14:31:00.001-03:002009-10-16T14:31:48.691-03:00<p>Just testing, yet. But promise posting in english and portuguese. This blog will be just for myself, because I like to writing, but everyone are welcome to read, commenting and suggesting anything. Welcome :]</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>Apenas testando, ainda. Mas prometo postar em Ingl&ecirc;s e Portugu&ecirc;s. Este blog ser&aacute; apenas para mim, porque gosto de escrever, mas todos s&atilde;o bem-vindos para ler, comentar e sugerir qualquer coisa. Bem-vindos :]</p> <p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via web</a> from <a href="http://thiagobm.posterous.com/brand-new-238">"Eu tuito" - thiagobm's posterous</a> </p> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7105184262701188258-5793332964385418407?l=blase-peronomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105184262701188258.post-60753850368858236272009-09-27T00:31:00.007-03:002009-09-27T00:42:10.970-03:00<meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><link style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CThales%5CCONFIG%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:hyphenationzone>21</w:HyphenationZone> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:"Trebuchet MS"; panose-1:2 11 6 3 2 2 2 2 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:swiss; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:647 0 0 0 159 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0cm; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; mso-hyphenate:none; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language:AR-SA;} @page Section1 {size:612.0pt 792.0pt; margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm; mso-header-margin:36.0pt; mso-footer-margin:36.0pt; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Tabela normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0cm; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Mais um quarteirão a frente, restavam apenas dois ou três. Passaram em frente ao shopping/cinema, e comentando os cartazes dos filmes novamente discordavam um do outro.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Ao atravessarem a avenida conhecida por ‘casas de entretenimento adulto’ [e nem sempre apenas servidas de mulheres], as piadas foram inevitáveis: ela disse-lhe que ele estaria morrendo de vontade de entrar em alguma ‘casa’ daquelas. Ele respondeu com um cinismo, perguntando se não era por ali que ela trabalhava... Ganhou mais um beliscão, dessa vez no outro braço.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Perto do último quarteirão, faltando cinco minutos pra meia-noite, passaram em frente a uma entrada do metrô. Ele olhou, e disse a ela em um tom um tanto pessimista que quando passassem pela mesma entrada no outro lado, já passaria da meia-noite, portanto talvez não desse tempo dela pegá-lo. “Preocupado com isso?”, perguntou ela, sem ouvir resposta. Ele apontava para um café, do outro lado da avenida, como o ‘ponto final’ para a decisão de ambos. Ela concordou.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;">O nervosismo e a pressa inexplicável fez ambos queimarem a língua. Meia-noite, um, dois, três, quatro, cinco minutos. Se olharam, e sem se falarem andaram mais poucos metrôs. “Pára”, disse ela. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;">- Então... É o fim da noite, certo? –<i style="">perguntou a garota</i>-<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;">- Bom... O fim é. Mas qual fim?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Ela pediu a ele que fechasse os olhos, ele o fez prevendo um beijo.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Ouviu a voz dela um pouco a frente dizendo alto “Pode abrir!” E percebeu que ela caminhava em direção ao metrô, prestes a fechar.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Conformado, porém com uma ponta de decepção ele deu poucos passos até a direção dela, que caminhava de costas, olhando a reação dele. Falou alto, contrariando seu próprio gosto, perguntando “Então é assim?!”. Ao longe, a garota exclamou “Ah, esqueci uma coisa!..”</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;"> <br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >Caminhou novamente na direção dele, deu-lhe um rápido beijo na bochecha, esfregou a pequena mancha de batom e disse “Você ta me devendo um encontro amanhã à tarde, esqueceu?!”. E virou as costas de uma vez, correndo para a escadaria do metrô.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> <br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7105184262701188258-6075385036885823627?l=blase-peronomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105184262701188258.post-75160730030051232512009-09-27T00:20:00.005-03:002009-09-27T00:31:19.954-03:00<meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><link style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CThales%5CCONFIG%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:hyphenationzone>21</w:HyphenationZone> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:"Trebuchet MS"; panose-1:2 11 6 3 2 2 2 2 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:swiss; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:647 0 0 0 159 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0cm; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; mso-hyphenate:none; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language:AR-SA;} @page Section1 {size:612.0pt 792.0pt; margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm; mso-header-margin:36.0pt; mso-footer-margin:36.0pt; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Tabela normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0cm; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="">Entraram em uma livraria, não sabendo quem deu a idéia primeiro. Lá eles novamente compararam gostos, nem tão diferentes assim, mas que provocava piadas. Dicionários, CDs e DVDs a parte, riram bastante, ainda sem perder a ironia mútua. Estranharam a movimentação da loja diminuir, e perceberam que estava fechando. “22 horas!”, ouviram de um funcionário da loja, e exclamaram ambos com um leve suspiro “Nossa, mas já?..”. “Fazer o que, voltar outro dia”, disse ele sem notar o ‘planejamento’ do próximo encontro, o que ela também não notou...<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style=""><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="">Andando mais alguns metros ambos decidiram que era uma boa hora para parar e sentar um pouco. E decidiram juntos, sem comentários irônicos. Em frente a um desses bares com cadeiras na calçada sentaram. Assim que veio o garçom, ele pediu uma cerveja, julgando que ela o acompanharia. Ela pediu um açaí.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="">Tomou a cerveja sozinho, sob os olhares e comentários de desaprovação dela, que dizia que a essa altura não voltaria com ele nem para implorar uma carona, por causa do álcool... Ele então pediu algo calórico pra comer, e ouviu novamente comentários sobre aquilo. “Ta servida?”, perguntou-a quase colocando o lanche em sua boca...<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="">Conversaram mesmo assim, menos irônicos, ele comentando sobre os tempos de faculdades e noites intermináveis de festas, e ela sobre conciliar estágio, faculdade e festas. Em nenhum momento, estranhamente, comentavam sobre relacionamentos. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="">Quando ambos estavam satisfeitos, a preguiça parecia bater. Talvez o momento mais arriscado da noite também, o comodismo da situação, uma ponta de sono mais por causa do cansaço acumulado da semana, e a vontade de dormir pela manhã inteira no domingo. Ambos pensavam e disfarçavam imaginando que o outro não perceberia. Até reunirem coragem para seguir a caminhada.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style=""><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="">O relógio marcava cerca de quinze minutos pras 23 horas. Mas ambos não saberiam, evitavam olhá-lo, talvez por ansiedade, talvez por temê-lo.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="">Havia no quarteirão seguinte um belo, ainda que pequeno parque. Aberto até quase meia noite aos finais de semana. “Nem louca eu vou entrar aí! Quer ser assaltado vai sozinho!”, disse ela. “Dureza, pára de se preocupar tanto garota, não estamos aqui? O que tiver que ser, será. Qualquer coisa é só gritar bem forte ok? Acho que você deve conseguir com essa voz...” Assim, convenceu-a, muito relutante e um pouco frustrada por não ditar agora as cartas do jogo.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="">“Um ninho de mata-atlântica incrustado no meio da mais movimentada avenida da cidade”, definiu o parque à garota, que provavelmente já o conhecia, ao menos de passagem. “É, eu sei. Mas sabia que eu nunca tinha entrado aqui?”, respondeu ela esclarecendo a dúvida. E andaram pelas ruelas calçadas de pedras antigas, como o antigo pavimento das calçadas da avenida. Passaram por árvores, ouviram corujas cantando. Até mesmo o clima ali dentro mudava, e ela sentiu um pequeno desconforto por causa da brisa fria. “É por causa das copas das árvores, que são enormes. Aqui dentro a temperatura abaixa mesmo”, explicou ele, acrescentando para não deixar a cutucada de lado “Quem mandou vir vestida assim né?!”. “Hahah engraçadinho. Vamos andando que assim esquenta...”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="">Pararam sobre a pequena ponte que ligava as duas extremidades do parque, com uma rua passando por baixo. Encostaram ali e ficaram apenas observando os carros. O tempo, a essa altura, era algo que não existia. Ao menos na cabeça de ambos ele parecia parar.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="">“É muito estranho esse bando de gente, esse bando de carro, não é?”, “disse ela, sem dirigir-lhe o olhar, direcionando o mesmo para a multidão de faróis, buzinas, freadas e aceleradas.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style=""><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="">Ela havia tocado num ponto em que ele tinha uma opinião mais do que formada, e irredutível, que sempre provocava discussões com quem se atrevesse a lhe falar o contrário.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style=""><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="">- Bom, você sabe, eu sou fotógrafo. Apesar de às vezes parecer ridículo trabalhar em festa de casamento ou alguma comemoração de gente rica e metida, eu sempre vou preferir tirar fotos de pessoas do que de paisagens.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="">- Por quê? –<i style="">perguntou ela em tom sereno</i>-<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="">- Simples. Porque têm vida. Não há nada como uma boa expressão. Triste ou alegre é um sinal de vida. Claro que eu tiro as minhas fotos de paisagens, e gosto delas, mas é o que eu penso, e disso não vou abrir mão.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="">- É, até que faz sentido...<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style=""><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="">Saíram dali, caminharam para a parte sul do parque. Estavam se dando bem, se é que em algum momento da noite as ironias mútuas significavam o contrário.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="">Mais uns minutos andando e tentando ler as espécies de árvores e plantas com a luz que não era claramente necessária para aquilo, ouviram os apitos do pessoal da segurança do parque, junto com os avisos de que fechariam em dez minutos. Demoraram mais cinco até sair, e demorariam dez se não fossem os constantes apitos que lhes perturbavam, tamanha era a tranqüilidade que sentiam ali dentro.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="">Pouco antes de saírem, sem parar de andar, ele apontou para um dos bancos dizendo:<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style=""><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="">- Esse banco aí... Na época da faculdade eu saía do estágio, que era aqui perto, e vinha aqui pro parque estudar. Muitas vezes acabava dormindo aí.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="">- E nunca te aconteceu nada?! -<i style="">perguntou ela espantada</i>-<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="">- Que nada. A gente tem o costume de achar que tudo é perigoso. O terror da nossa vida é a gente mesmo quem faz. Por isso ficar dentro de casa é perigoso, a gente se sente seguro e que nada mais se compara àquilo...<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="">- Não quero parecer intrometida... Mas parece que você fala por experiência própria... –<i style="">disse ela totalmente polida e até temendo uma reação mais intempestiva dele</i>-<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:85%;" >- Olha... –<i style="">pausando a fala</i>- Não vou negar que passei algumas poucas e boas. Mas... Quem não passou né?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:85%;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:85%;" >Ela percebeu uma leve hesitação dele em falar sobre o assunto, e não quis insistir. O parque fechava os portões às costas deles. 23h45min. 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Nós vamos dar algumas voltas na avenida. Quantas voltas e o que a gente vai fazer por aqui só depende da vontade de nós dois. Se até meia-noite nossos gostos não combinarem ou na pior das hipóteses, um de nós não quiser mais ver a cara do outro, viramos as costas e eu pego um metrô pra ir embora. Combinados?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">- Meia-noite? Tudo isso?.. –<i style="">disse ele claramente provocando-a –<o:p></o:p></i></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">- Isso mesmo, topas ou não?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">- Garota, você está prestes a passar às quatro horas mais longas da tua vida...<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">Claramente os dois gostavam de se provocar, desde o princípio, quando foi marcado o encontro duplo ao telefone. Havia uma tensão no ar que só aumentava com as constantes piadas em relação um ao outro, e até aquele momento ambos pareciam não ter uma opinião definida sobre o outro.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">Começaram o passeio partindo do meio da avenida até o início. Passaram em frente a alguns barzinhos, botecos com cadeiras na rua, pessoas bebendo e fumando do lado de fora. Ele comentou algo irônico a respeito da lei, dando graças a Deus pela mesma, no que ela retrucou-lhe irritada, dizendo que era absurdo, inconstitucional e outras coisas do tipo. “Você fuma?”, perguntou ele, já prevendo pontuação recorde negativa para ela em caso de afirmação. “Não, mas constitucionalmente eu tenho o direito de fumar aonde eu quiser, se eu quiser!”. Ele riu como se não acreditasse no que havia ouvido. “Você é uma figurinha mesmo garota!”, evitando sempre dizer o nome dela.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">Passaram por uma banca ainda aberta, ela entrou sem se importar se ele viria atrás. Comprou uma revista de ciência e outra de palavras-cruzadas. “Pra que isso?”, perguntou ele. “Se ficar muito chato falar com você eu tenho algo pra fazer!”. Ele não ficava mais irritado com as tiradas dela, apenas ria ironicamente de volta. Quem os visse naquele momento não saberia dizer se eram namorados ou ex-namorados acorrentados andando juntos à força...<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">Passaram em frente a um espaço cultural, já perto do começo da avenida, no Paraíso. Ela disse que deviam ir ali qualquer dia “isto é, se a gente voltar a se ver” pelas suas próprias palavras.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">- Pronto, estamos no começo. E agora voltamos pelo outro sentido?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">- Isso mesmo garoto, está aprendendo...<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">Atravessaram a rua. Passaram ambos alguns cinco minutos calados, talvez em pensamentos próprios.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">- Sabe de uma coisa interessante? –<i style="">perguntou ele como se esquecesse quem estava com ele</i>-<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">- Diga, mudinho. –<i style="">respondeu lhe fazendo lembrar-se disso...</i><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">- Ah, esquece! Tudo pra você é piada não é mesmo? –<i style="">demonstrando novamente estar contrariado</i>-<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">- Ahh quanto drama. Estou interessada, diga, sim? –<i style="">tocando de leve o braço dele, no primeiro sinal gentil daquela noite</i>-<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">Fazendo uma pequena pausa ele retomou:<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">- Eu tenho dificuldade de andar aqui.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">- Por quê?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">- Porque é uma avenida larga, enorme. Eu vivo de tirar fotos né, então eu olho pra todos os cantos. 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Tem que pensar a respeito do que vê, às vezes pode ver milhões de vezes e ainda assim não conseguir dizer por que gosta ou não gosta daquilo.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">- Impressão minha ou você filosofou agora? –<i style="">desta vez ele que deu a tirada sobre o que ela disse</i>-<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">- Hahah, sim, talvez. De Filósofo e louco a essa hora todo mundo tem um pouco né? Aliás, que horas são?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">- 21h15min.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">- Estamos aqui há uns 40 minutos, é isso?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">- Basicamente. A não ser que os últimos 38 de patadas e ironias não contem... –<i style="">disse, fazendo-a rir como até então não havia feito</i>.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">Passaram alguns minutos apenas comentando os tipos estranhos que viam, e seus modos de se vestirem. Sábado à noite na maior e mais fervilhante avenida da cidade, e estavam num encontro que não se podia definir o que era, e aonde daria.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">Talvez sem notarem, iam engatando pequenas conversas. Ele lhe perguntava sobre o trabalho dela, e ela sobre as fotografias dele. “Já fiz um evento aqui, e ali, e ali...” dizia ele, até ela cortar o que estava falando para apontar alguma coisa e fazer um comentário ácido ou humorado. Ele começava a se acostumar. “Com você do lado eu tenho que falar frases de 140 caracteres...” disse ironicamente a ela, que percebendo o trocadilho riu bastante. “Você vê uma imagem e clica, mudo, observando. A minha forma de observar é falando!”, disse ela, reforçando a diferença. “Ok, mas não precisa apontar né...”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">Passaram em frente ao ponto de partida, o estacionamento. Ela apontou para o carro dele e disse “Se quiser fugir ainda dá tempo, hein? Daqui até o fim da avenida você pode ficar em perigo!”. “Perigo...”, gracejou ele. “Com esse tamanho todo?..”. [Apesar dela não ser exatamente baixa, e sim ele alto]. 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O motivo: a chuva torrencial que pegou ele e a amiga do amigo de surpresa.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">Estavam se falando praticamente pela primeira vez, quase dois desconhecidos, aproximados por um amigo [da onça] <st1:personname productid="em comum. Para" st="on">em comum. Para</st1:personname> tentar quebrar o gelo da situação inusitada, ele sugeriu a ela, ao telefone, que fizessem no mesmo dia dois programas: um que ele sugerisse e outro que ela assim o fizesse. Como ‘brincadeira’, ambos anotariam mentalmente pontos que gostassem e não gostassem em ambos os encontros. Caso desse certo, sairiam outra vez... 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E ela ria...<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">Isso não o agradava, nada o agradava, mas ao pensar que não havia o que fazer, e que devia ser mais gentil com ela, se conformou... Ela sugeriu o rádio, e ficaram alguns minutos discutindo um o gosto do outro, em meio a risos. Até ela desligar o som, aparentemente só para provocá-lo. Ele não se importou, e perguntou a ela “E agora? Com essa chuva vamos ter que voltar, já era a nossa escalada!..”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">Ela concordou, já que a chuva parecia diminuir, ao menos o granizo acabara. Ele perguntou se devia deixá-la em casa, ela disse que sim, mas sem o deixar esquecer que a noite fariam o que ela havia programado.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">Ele pensava que a garota era dura na queda, não dava o braço a torcer em nada –assim como ele- e tinha uma personalidade marcante. E ao mesmo tempo parecia insistir em provocá-lo, o que ele não sabia ser apenas por diversão ou para ganhar sua atenção. Por causa dessa intriga esboçou um sorriso mínimo, imaginando o que viria noite adentro.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">Deixou-a na portaria do prédio, ouvindo dela mais um lembrete de não se esquecer de pegá-la às 20hs, com um leve tom de ironia na palavra ‘esquecer’...<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">Então ele assim o fez. Pontualmente, algo que ele mesmo não gostava, se prender aos ponteiros do relógio, se prender a horários de outras pessoas... A noite era quente, mas mesmo assim ele se arrumou considerando que ela escolheria uma balada qualquer, com calça jeans e camiseta, formal como sempre. Interfonou, ela avisou que estava descendo e em poucos minutos estava em frente do carro dele, de shorts, camiseta e tênis... “Você vai assim?!” Perguntou, sem conseguir disfarçar o espanto. “Você não sabe aonde vamos!..” Respondeu ela sem deixar a ironia de lado. “Ta bom então”. Um pouco contrariado ele sequer abriu a porta pra ela, que o fez sozinha, ligou o carro e saiu. “Pra onde vamos?”, perguntou novamente. “Pra avenida.”, respondeu ela, indicando a avenida mais movimentada da cidade e fazendo-o virar o pescoço com estranheza novamente. Chegaram ao local, ela sugeriu que ele parasse em algum estacionamento 24hs, e ele o fez, quase ao meio da avenida de mais de um quilômetro de extensão.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7105184262701188258-7746011940303665190?l=blase-peronomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105184262701188258.post-2292974575806045102009-09-16T01:23:00.003-03:002009-09-16T01:41:06.972-03:00<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">É preciso sol, é preciso chuva<br />Dias passarem, muitos dias as vezes<br />Deixar pra trás os que não foram proveitosos<br />Esperar que o próximo traga aquilo que é necessário<br />Crescer, fortificar suas raízes<br />As vezes olhando para os que estão ao seu lado<br />Mais alegres, mais radiantes, apontando pro sol<br />E mesmo assim não desanimar, nem invejar<br />De fato, a natureza traz alguns mistérios<br />Como a flor que demora meses a abrir<br />A árvore que leva anos a crescer<br />E sua florada dura as vezes mais de uma estação<br />Então eu pacientemente continuo a regar<br />Pois, das flores do meu jardim<br />Esta é a que mais ansiosamente espero ver<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7105184262701188258-229297457580604510?l=blase-peronomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105184262701188258.post-73443149816669435942009-08-05T02:02:00.000-03:002009-08-05T02:03:35.109-03:00<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Ele voltou da praia, e para sua surpresa, ela mesma foi quem tomou a iniciativa de procurá-lo. E terminarem por ali. Ela deu a desculpa de que a faculdade estava difícil e teria que se concentrar nos estudos, e ele não se esforçou para pensar se seria verdade ou não. Respirariam ambos.</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">E nos dias e semanas seguintes foram, lentamente, buscando coisas um do outro em seus apartamentos. E para ambos, a impressão de que quando algo assim acaba tudo se torna insignificante a ponto de trazer lembranças tolas. E são essas as que mais machucam por sua falta.</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Mais alguns dias, semanas, meses se passam. Ele sentia um vazio que o tornava um robô. Ela, pelo que ele soube de algum amigo em comum, estava namorando. Ficou contente. Ainda achava que era o que ela merecia, se julgava jamais poder se confiar a alguém de novo. Mas quando esses pensamentos solitários batiam, lembrava do dia no cemitério, e do céu cinza, e pensava consigo mesmo que precisaria, de qualquer jeito, encontrar algo que lhe fizesse sorrir. Não sorrir o tempo todo como a fase juvenil lhe proporcionava, mas algo que lhe desse prazer além do período em que estava com a câmera na mão, captando não só momentos, como sentimentos do que via. Precisava se sentir vivo, e foi se aventurar a clicar esportes radicais. Nesse meio tempo continuava os trabalhos casuais, e foi na cobertura de uma festa [o que ele mais detestava] que encontrou alguns amigos da época do cursinho.</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Houve alguns abraços. Perguntas de um lado e de outro, quando a resposta “Na verdade to trabalhando aqui hoje” surpreendeu a todos. Não poderiam reeditar as conversas e baladas de anos atrás. Mas trocaram telefones. Nem ao menos chegaram a perguntar a ele sobre a antiga namorada. E nem poderiam, não caberia para o momento, um ano e pouco depois.</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Fato é que ele, procurando ser o oposto do que vinha sendo, ligou para o amigo, num sábado pela manhã. Acordou-o e se desculpou, ouvindo do outro como fora a noite anterior, e como ele fez falta no recinto. “Eu fiz falta? Explica isso!”, perguntou, quando ouviu do outro a resposta: a amiga da sua acompanhante estava sozinha, havia levado um fora do ficante e só soube disso ao notar que ele não iria aparecer... E quem salvou a noite foi o amigo de cursinho, falando dele, um fotógrafo, cara simpático, meio fechadão, mas boa pinta. A garota, ainda num leve desânimo, concordou... Se o próprio não achasse aquilo patético demais...</span><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7105184262701188258-7344314981666943594?l=blase-peronomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105184262701188258.post-42071260505531687272009-08-05T01:45:00.007-03:002009-08-05T02:01:36.204-03:00<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Apenas algumas horas após retornar da praia ele não queria ficar só, muito menos no apartamento vazio. Apenas deixou a mochila, e devolveu o carro.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Da casa do amigo andou uns vinte minutos a pé. A princípio sem rumo definido, mas seus passos o levavam automaticamente até lá. O cinema no centro, onde tantas vezes eles foram juntos, as vezes matando aulas do cursinho.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Olhou o movimento e finalmente se decidiu a apenas sentar-se numa mesinha do café. Pediu um. Ali não haviam bebidas pra batizá-lo. Conformou-se com o café quase amargo. Ela gostava doce. Ele queria parar de pensar, mas, se o fizesse, não seria desrespeito?..</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Ficou ali um bom tempo. Passadas umas dezenas de minutos até conseguia esboçar um sorriso, com o sol do inverno lhe fazendo tirar o cachecol, que ela ensinou-o a gostar. Mais alguns minutos e ouvia os comentários cruzados das pessoas que saíam de uma sessão recém-terminada. Alguns falavam em “destino”, outros em como o filme foi previsível, algumas jovens se encantavam com a história. Nada que ele não conhecesse, já havia passado por todos esses tipos de comentários quando saíam juntos de lá.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> E lembrou, ainda que se esforçando para ser a última que dedicaria a ela pelo menos naquele momento, de uma das últimas conversas antes da separação forçada por causa da faculdade:</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">- Você vai... Diz que vamos nos ver, nos falar, mas chegando lá é outro mundo!</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">- Há quantos anos estamos juntos? –perguntou ela-</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">- Você sabe bem!</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">- Então você não acha que isso é o bastante pra confiarmos um no outro?</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">- A gente diz isso agora. Facul é só balada, é gente nova, e a gente ta brigando há uma semana por causa disso. Não dá, não dá pra ser assim desculpa!</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Ele sentenciou o fim. Ele não deixou resposta para ela. Ele mesmo imaginou a vida de ambos juntos de mil maneiras diferentes... E não chegou a dizer isso. Deixou acabar, consumido pela amargura. E agora, era só arrependimento. Por mais que quisesse buscar coisas ruins dela para lembrar, não conseguia: apenas lembrava de seus erros. E assim levou os próximos meses...</span><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7105184262701188258-4207126050553168727?l=blase-peronomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105184262701188258.post-50280746936269500822009-07-23T18:24:00.000-03:002009-07-23T18:26:06.670-03:00A neblina acabou, o navio vai navegar<br />A reprise se encerrou, é hora de voltar<br />E cantar, e cantar<br />Nossa Caligrafia está pronta!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7105184262701188258-5028074693626950082?l=blase-peronomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105184262701188258.post-61563213782491581262009-03-18T03:53:00.002-03:002009-03-18T03:58:04.770-03:00<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">You pull me down and lift me up</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Carry me with you and leave me by myself</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">You take everything that's good in me</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">And save it all for yourself</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">You mistreat me, you sing along with me</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">You affect me</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">You meet me up and keep me waiting</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">You say you love me, you forget our date</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">You say goodbye with a smile and makes me crumble</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">You disrespect me, you say you're sorry</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">You affect me</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">You call me at night, you hang up on me</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">You say you need me and you abandon me</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">You got me loving you</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">You got me suffering for you</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">You affect me</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">You complete me</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">You affect me</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7105184262701188258-6156321378249158126?l=blase-peronomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105184262701188258.post-43549275690436481492009-03-05T02:19:00.003-03:002009-03-05T02:31:10.497-03:00<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Está além do olhar</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">O semblante uníssono de beleza</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Que sem exageros pode ser comparado à perfeição</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Pois quem diz que esta é inatingível</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">É porque ainda não a conheceu</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">E de fato, muitos jamais conhecerão</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Do brilho dos olhos ao rubor do rosto</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Centrados pelo sorriso</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Nada há para se criticar</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">E então, admiro</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">A ponto de perder as palavras</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Ou enxergá-las todas numa nuvem</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Passando rápido frente aos olhos</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Que deveriam escolher o melhor adjetivo</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Tarefa impossível</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Mas talvez eu seja mesmo um privilegiado</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Há os que não têm nem ao menos</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Algo em que se inspirar</span><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7105184262701188258-4354927569043648149?l=blase-peronomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chenoreply@blogger.com0