Eu me entrego de verdade a certas coisas;
Principalmente às alegrias que, de vez em quando, passam por mim. Algumas até ficam, mas a maioria só passa.
É como se eu visse um carro bonito que pára, abre a porta pra mim e me leva para um passeio curto. Geralmente, me sinto mal quando os passeios se acabam.
Mas tenho alegrias permanentes, que duram e estão comigo. E espero tê-las pelo resto da minha vida.
Tem também o amor.
Esta parte de saber que me entrego fácil ao amor já está bem explicada, quem não se entrega ao amor? Pode ter certeza, nem que seja à força acabamos nos entregando. Outros aos quais me entrego e me deixo levar, são meus sonhos.
Sonhar, é tudo o que me motiva a viver.
Todas as minhas idealizações, são quase tão diíceis quanto milagres, esses tais desses sonhos que eu tenho, não são assim tão simples.
Minha vida está arquitetada, projetada para seguir caminhos bem difíceis. Alguns deles que parecem impossíveis.
O que eu não gosto é fato de ter sempre alguém pra me dizer "você não consegue", ou então tem quem puxe meu tapete na cara mesmo.
Tenho pena dessas pessoas...
Mas e daí?
E daí se eu quero crescer e levar à frente uma carroça puxada por cavalos alados?
Só gostaria de pelo menos encontrar a estrada que me levaria nessa viagem. Isso me deixa meio tonta.
Me deixo levar de verdade, mas me vejo sendo deixada pra trás por causa deles também.
Algumas vezes eu gosto de ser assim, outras não.I give myself truly to somethigs.
Mainly to the joys that from time to time, pass me by. Some are up, but most just pass.
It's as if I saw a beautiful car that stops, opens the door for me and takes me for a short ride. Generally, I feel bad when the rides are over.
But I have joys permanent, lasting and are with me. And I hope to have them the rest of my life. Also has the love.
This part of knowing that I give myself easy to love is well explained, those who do not surrender to love? You can be sure, even if just to force us out.
Others to whom I surrender and let myself go, are my dreams.
Dreaming, is all that motivates me to live.
All my idealizations, are almost as difficult as miracles, those such that I have these dreams are not so simple.
My life is architected, designed and difficult to follow paths. Some of them seem impossible.
What I hate is the fact that always have someone to tell me "you can not", or is someone pulling my carpet even in the face.
I pity these people ...
But so what?
So what if I want to grow and bring forward a cart pulled by winged horses?
I just wanted to at least find the road that would take me on this trip. That kinda makes me dizzy. Let myself go truly, but find myself being left behind because of them too.
Sometimes I like to be so, sometimes not.
It's as if I saw a beautiful car that stops, opens the door for me and takes me for a short ride. Generally, I feel bad when the rides are over.
But I have joys permanent, lasting and are with me. And I hope to have them the rest of my life. Also has the love.
This part of knowing that I give myself easy to love is well explained, those who do not surrender to love? You can be sure, even if just to force us out.
Others to whom I surrender and let myself go, are my dreams.
Dreaming, is all that motivates me to live.
All my idealizations, are almost as difficult as miracles, those such that I have these dreams are not so simple.
My life is architected, designed and difficult to follow paths. Some of them seem impossible.
What I hate is the fact that always have someone to tell me "you can not", or is someone pulling my carpet even in the face.
I pity these people ...
But so what?
So what if I want to grow and bring forward a cart pulled by winged horses?
I just wanted to at least find the road that would take me on this trip. That kinda makes me dizzy. Let myself go truly, but find myself being left behind because of them too.
Sometimes I like to be so, sometimes not.
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