What happens when sunddenly you realize there's nothing?

For years women have been fighting for equal rights and opportunities when it comes to men. A bunch of crazy ones have burnt their bras a while ago and for what? for nothing!!! I blame them!

Nowadays, I look around and find different type of women. At least, down here in Brazil, I can identify those that have burnt their bras and "cynically" claim they do not need men (but in my reckoning they do, but are not brave enough to admit it!!); those that have ignored the stupid bra burning episode and live a "happy" married life, some in this group work and some just don't do any professional activity and rely solely on the wages of their husbands (those in my cynic view are the happiest type); there are a very few examples of those that have it all: a happy marriage and a well-grounded career; and those, to which I belong, that got lost in the system and do not have either: nor a career or a happy marriage....

Don't get me wrong, but I would say, among my generation of women, the latter type is the most popular one. This thing of happily burning bras worked in some way fine for my mum's generation. But for the mid-thirties of the moment this does not work and only results in nothing. We run the risk of investing time and energy building a career, while putting our romantic life at the background, and suddenly when something goes wrong in the career, we end up with nothing! Nothing at all: just a huge amount of un-burnt bras in the drawer!!!

Encore

Like in every concert we have an encore, sometimes in life we have a little chance of an encore... but sometimes the bad guys turn into the good guys and the leading lady sundenlly becomes just a supporting act of the story once hers but now turned into his own...

Some people are like this. They transform whatever on their own story...

He, that once was the shining prince transformed back to the frog or the vilan is now feeling quite happy because she, once the lovelly princess now transformed back into a punpikin, has spoken to him. "Yes", he celebrates, "she spoke to me". And now he feels fine, and she feels hurt still. He feels like a big weight removed from his shoulders and feels satisfied. But all she did, once again, was to let her heart lead the way. She did not rehearsed what to do in case she would see him again... she did not thought and prepared herself... she acted diplomaticaly, politely, giving him the false impression that things between them were all right, when in the reality all she needs from him is him saying he is sorry for doing that to her. But the shining frog will never do it..... not even in the encore!

In the back of the postcard........

As his final words, after her pouring her heart out on one last attempt to get some affection back, he wrote to her in the back of the only postcard he's ever given her:

"Getting to know people is about sharing with them important things of your life".

Little she knew that, three weeks after that, she would known what he was too much of a coward to share with her... little she knew she barelly knew him... the litle she knows about him is irrelevant, is no longer important, as for her, he has no importance any longer...

My way.....

(The old Mr.Blue eyes Frank!)
And now the end is near
And so I face the final curtain
My friend, I'll say it clear
I'll state my case of which I'm certain

I've lived a life that's full
I traveled each and every highway
And more, much more than this
I did it my way

Regrets, I've had a few
But then again, too few to mention
I did what I had to do
And saw it through without exemption

I've planned each charted course
Each careful step along the byway
And more, much more than this
I did it my way

Yes there were times, I'm sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew
But through it all when there was doubt
I ate it up and spit it out

I faced it all and I stood tall
And did it my way

I've loved, I've laughed and cried
I've had my fill, my share of losing
And now as tears subside
I find it all so amusing

To think I did all that
And may I say, not in a shy way
Oh no, oh no, not me
I did it my way

For what is a man, what has he got?
If not himself, than he has naugth
To say the things he truly feels
And not the words of one who kneels

The record shows, I took the blows
And did it my way

Uma vez recebi isso por email......

Recomeçar

Não importa onde você parou... em que momento da vida você cansou...
o que importa é que sempre é possível e necessário "Recomeçar".

Recomeçar é dar uma nova chance a si mesmo...
é renovar as esperanças na vida e o mais importante...
acreditar em você de novo.

Sofreu muito nesse período? foi aprendizado...
Chorou muito? foi limpeza da alma...
Ficou com raiva das pessoas? foi para perdoá-las um dia...
Sentiu-se só por diversas vezes? é por que fechaste a porta até para os anjos...
Acreditou que tudo estava perdido? era o início da tua melhora...

Pois é...agora é hora de reiniciar...de pensar na luz... de encontrar prazer
nas coisas simples de novo.

Que tal
Um corte de cabelo arrojado...diferente?
Um novo curso...ou aquele velho desejo de aprender a pintar... desenhar... dominar o computador... ou qualquer outra coisa...

Olha quanto desafio... quanta coisa nova nesse mundão de meu Deus te esperando.

Ta se sentindo sozinho? besteira...tem tanta gente que você afastou com o seu "período de isolamento"... tem tanta gente esperando apenas um sorriso teu para "chegar" perto de você.

Quando nos trancamos na tristeza... nem nós mesmos nos suportamos...
ficamos horríveis... o mal humor vai comendo nosso fígado... até a boca fica amarga.

Recomeçar...hoje é um bom dia para começar novos desafios.

Onde você quer chegar? ir alto...sonhe alto... queira o melhor do melhor...
queira coisas boas para a vida... pensando assim trazemos pra nós aquilo que desejamos... se pensamos pequeno... coisas pequenas teremos... já se desejarmos fortemente o melhor e principalmente lutarmos pelo melhor...
o melhor vai se instalar na nossa vida.

E é hoje o dia da faxina mental... joga fora tudo que te prende ao passado... ao mundinho de coisas tristes... fotos... peças de roupa, papel de bala...ingressos de cinema, bilhetes de viagens... e toda aquela tranqueira que guardamos quando nos julgamos apaixonados... jogue tudo fora... mas
principalmente... esvazie seu coração... fique pronto para a vida... para um novo amor...

Lembre-se somos apaixonáveis...somos sempre capazes de amar muitas e
muitas vezes... afinal de contas... Nós somos o "Amor"...
" Porque sou do tamanho daquilo que vejo, e não do tamanho da minha altura."

Carlos Drummond Andrade

Dragon's Lair

(Sunset Rubdown - www.sunsetrubdown.net)

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I have been introduced to this song over the weekend.... it is a cool one!
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I'm sorry that I'm late. I went blind. I got confetti in my eyes. I was held up at yesterday's parties. I was needed on the Congo line. But my dear, oh, my dear, I'd like to fight the good fight for another couple of years. Because to say the war is over is to say you are a widow. And you're not a widow yet...

So this one's for the critics and their disappointed mothers, and for the cupid and the hunter shooting arrows at each other: Ain't no such thing as a saint, ain't no such thing as a sinner. But there's a swan among the pigeons of Barcelona's floor. There's a Samson with Delilahs lining up outside the door. If you are sharpening your scissors, I am sharpening my scissors, and I am sharpening my sword. So you can take me to the dragon's lair, or you can take me to Rapunzel's windowsill. Either way it is time for a bigger kind of kill.

I see your face when I close my eyes. I see the muscles in your legs from the way you always rise to the occasion of catching things that fall, like the statuettes on pedestals I tend to build to tall. But I have navigated Iceland, I laid my claim on Portugal, and I have seen into the wasteland of the future of us all. And I kicked up a whole country of dead, dead leaves last fall...

Seen from the back of a train I rode away from your station, they drifted in the air like memoirs of old conversations, sprung from a leather case you opened in the wind, to watch the papers chase each other into oblivion.

You're such a champion. I hide behind your sun. You are the champion... So you can take me to the dragon's lair, or you can take me to Rapunzel's windowsill. Either way it is time for a bigger kind of kill...

her heart starts trembling....

No, she wasn't wrong... that night, that look, that meant something.
That meant the re-satart, the hint, what was missing ...
She still doesn't know where she is heading to, maybe nowhere...
but she keeps going with the flow for a change... to try, once again...
she does not know how this will finish, but she vaggelly know when...........
in less than a month.........
her heart starts trembling....