And so it is just like you said it would be...

Why

I was not sure why I started this blog, maybe because someone else had this idea before and I tought is a nice way to talk with you. Later with the time I noted that I could read again and make me understand how was that it happened. Now I understood. Yes, the first reason.
I wanted to write my history, well our history because If I dont write it I couldnt know if all was real. Certainly, I had to believe in my senses, all that I see and heard.
This blog makes real all that I said before and can be alive forever.
You was one important thing in my life and I didnt know you, no as the people took as normal.
I have for sure somenthing. Second Life is not for me, not anymore.

Is not enought to say that I miss you

Untouched, The Veronicas

Because the love comes again...

No matter what happens the love always will return with us...
Instructions...
1.- Take your headphone
2.- Play the video
3.- Close your eyes
4.- Think about your love
5.- Listen the music, the drums... bee bom, bee bom
You will fill your soul with so much love... and your heart will dance with me...
my love. And do you know why? because the love comes again!

Fernando Pessoa: Alberto Caeiro, em "O Guardador de Rebanhos", 8-3-1914

O meu olhar é nítido como um girassol.
Tenho o costume de andar pelas estradas
Olhando para a direita e para a esquerda,
E de vez em quando olhando para trás...
E o que vejo a cada momento
É aquilo que nunca antes eu tinha visto,
E eu sei dar por isso muito bem...
Sei ter o pasmo essencial
Que tem uma criança se, ao nascer,
Reparasse que nascera deveras...
Sinto-me nascido a cada momento
Para a eterna novidade do Mundo...

Creio no mundo como num malmequer,
Porque o vejo. Mas não penso nele
Porque pensar é não compreender...

O Mundo não se fez para pensarmos nele
(Pensar é estar doente dos olhos)
Mas para olharmos para ele e estarmos de acordo...

Eu não tenho filosofia; tenho sentidos... Se falo na Natureza não é porque saiba o que ela é, Mas porque a amo, e amo-a por isso Porque quem ama nunca sabe o que ama Nem sabe por que ama, nem o que é amar...

Amar é a eterna inocência,
E a única inocência não pensar...

The call by Regina Spektor

It started out as a feeling
Which then grew into a hope
Which then turned into a quiet thought
Which then turned into a quiet word

And then that word grew louder and louder
'Til it was a battle cry
I'll come back
When you call me
No need to say goodbye

Just because everything's changing
Doesn't mean it's never been this way before
All you can do is try to know who your friends are
As you head off to the war

Pick a star on the dark horizon
And follow the light
You'll come back when it's over
No need to say goodbye

You'll come back when it's over
No need to say goodbye

Now we're back to the beginning
It's just a feeling and no one knows yet
But just because they can't feel it too
Doesn't mean that you have to forget

Let your memories grow stronger and stronger
'Til they're before your eyes
You'll come back
When they call you
No need to say goodbye

You'll come back
When they call you
No need to say goodbye.

A kiss for luck and we're on our way

Sharing horizons that are new to us

Watchin the signs along the way

Talkin it over just the two of us

Working together day to day,

together...