Unspoken...

Life goes on and I keep forgetting to be grateful for what it’s true. I keep lying to myself every single day relying on what strangers have to say about me, about what I like, about what I want, about who I am. Always waiting on something in life, never on the right place, always on the rush.

I keep forgetting there is only one today, only one road that I can follow at a time. I keep forgetting what is important to me doesn’t matter what everybody else thinks or believe it’s right or wrong. My dreams can only be mine, nobody else’s.

Life goes on and I keep forgetting to enjoy the simple pleasures in life. The simple things I’m always trying to capture on my pictures, are what lacks in my perception of my daily routine. The single happiness. The moments that passes me by so fast and they never come back again.

I miss you like I’ve never missed anything else in my life. And I don’t know how to deal with a feeling like this.

I wish I had done so many things different now.

I wish I had woken up earlier that Sunday, I wish I didn’t care about the house being a mess all the time. I wish I didn’t complain that my time was being consumed or the fact I couldn’t watch a movie without stopping every 10 minutes to take care of you.

Now I just “wish”, that’s all I have left. I wish I could go back in time, I wish I could change something.

I look inside me, to my own pain, and I look around to the world’s pain. There are so many things that are wrong and we don't know about it, because they don't cross our way during the day. You have no idea you made me realize that.

And all I can do right now it’s one of the thousand things I still haven’t learned in my life…. To have some hope.

I hope I can see your lovely eyes looking at me again one day. I hope you can still wake me up so early next Sunday. I hope I will never watch an entire movie ever again if the reason is you. I hope you find a way to come back home.

You were born to live a big adventure in this wild and dangerous world. I know how it feels, we have that and so much more in common.

You are somewhere out there looking for me. In my dreams I always find you. I will never stop looking for you my entire life. You are so much more than just a dog.

I promise I will never leave anything unspoken ever again.

You are the little dog with big dreams and I will never learn how to say goodbye to you. Thank you for being so true all this time. Thank you for the lessons you leave behind.

O que você gostaria que acontecesse até o fim do dia de hoje?

Eu gostaria de ter o meu Tarzan de volta...

A black and white movie...

Because love is the only international language I know...

"The day you left there was a big tornado warning on the TV. You were still at the airport. Maybe your flight was delayed. And I was with the wine glass. Thinking why wasn’t I ever important to you as you were for me. Or important enough for you to jump in.

You never jumped and I ran away.

I’m writing a story for you. It’s not ours, or maybe it is if we had both stayed. I want to make it very special. Maybe then I’ll be able to let you know of everything I don’t understand. Why these ghosts keep hunting me over and over. Maybe I’m getting too much to drink lately. But maybe this story will bring us to an end. Or make us happen.

I wish I didn’t think of you anymore. I wish this shadow that keeps the sun away could finally disappear out of my life.

I think it’s in your eyes. The way you look at me. Or used to. It was like you where looking at a piece of art hanging on the wall of a small museum somewhere far. One of those paintings so simple that you don’t know why they make you fell like that. I was your piece of art. Not anymore. Or you are a hell of a faker.

These memories of home keep me awake in the night. I get more and more homesick when I look at your pictures. They come and go and I need to pretend it’s all okay. You’re in all of them. I close my eyes and see a street we are the only ones that know it. That street, our street.

I know you don’t deserve it.

There are two of you inside me. The one I know alone, and the one I know from others. The one I know from others is the one that sent me away. The one I know alone is the one that locks me in the past. And I can’t decide which of you I will keep inside of me forever as my memory.

I know you will never read the story I’m writing for you. You erased me out of your life like I’ve never been there before. When we see each other you still smile for a second like you used to, like the painting, then you remember I’m not there anymore and you stop. And we just talk about causalities.

But we were always a mess anyway. We were always a black and white movie.

Maybe this is our final goodbye. All I can wish right now is that one day you will read the story, and you will think it’s beautiful.

Tomorrow the tornado will be gone, so will you..."

Uma segunda chance...

Se você pudesse dar uma segunda chance para uma história de amor acontecer, qual história você escolheria?