fate

Maybe mistakes are what make our fate... without them what would shape our lives? Maybe if we had never veered off course we wouldn't fall in love, have babies, or be who we are. After all, things change, so do cities, people come into your life and they go. But it's comforting to know that the ones you love are always in your heart... and if you're very lucky, a plane ride away.

roads

So many roads. So many detours. So many choices. So many mistakes.
Can you make a mistake and miss your fate ?

mudanças

Nada é eterno. Chega uma altura em que temos de nos despedir do nosso mundo. Temos de nos despedir daquilo que julgávamos ter como garantido. Temos de nos despedir daqueles que julgávamos que nunca nos abandonariam. E quando há alterações, quando o mudo munda, só nos resta dizer Olá e Bem-vindo.

pieces of your soul

I understand feeling as small and as insignificant as humanly possible. And how it can actually ache in places you didn't know you had inside you. And it doesn't matter how many new haircuts you get, or gyms you join, or how many glasses of chardonnay you drink with your girlfriends... you still go to bed every night going over every detail and wonder what you did wrong or how you could have misunderstood. And how in the hell for that brief moment you could think that you were that happy. And sometimes you can even convince yourself that he'll see the light and show up at your door. And after all that, however long all that may be, you'll go somewhere new. And you'll meet people who make you feel worthwhile again. And little pieces of your soul will finally come back. And all that fuzzy stuff, those years of your life that you wasted, that will eventually begin to fade.

sorrir

Não acreditei, mas voltei a sorrir, porque não tinha nada para dizer . E percebi que os sorrisos servem para uma data de coisas, como por exemplo para tapar buracos que aparecem quando o mar das palavras se transforma em deserto .

just keep going

As we drive along this road called life, occasionally a gal will find herself a little lost. And when that happens, I guess she has to let go of the coulda, shoulda, woulda, buckle up and just keep going .

the 'ex'-file

when a relationship dies do we ever really give up the ghost or are we forever haunted by the spirits of relationships past ?