Meu grito

O que havia dentro do meu peito e arrebentava meu coração parece querer se calar. Eu procurei, por tempos, fazer com que essa voz se cessasse. E agora me invade o medo de perdê-la… Sinto extremo medo de nunca mais conseguir gritar em silêncio.

Tired

I’m so fucking tired of picking up all my pieces and puting it together over and over again…

Fear on my breath

Living is a different experience that lots of points of view enjoy. Some can say breathing is easier than really living; I myself totally disagree. Try to go on without enjoying all opportunities and day lights is disturbing. You sometimes accept oxygen rather than to feel it and it’s not because you want. I keep away from every little thing I can avoid. Look me deeply: you cannot tell I need more than all I have. That’s because I don’t. It’s not a choice, it’s a condition. Some people are happy on their own ways. I’m into my situation with all my heart. I just can’t say no to what I know is my way of living. I don’t want to change, because being myself is what makes me proud of still accepting the air I breathe.

Actually, PRIDE is not the right word. I would use the expression ‘makes me no ashamed of accepting the air I breathe’; because I’m really ashamed I do.

* The title of the text is a reference to the song ‘Teardrop’, by the band ‘Massive Attack’.