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It's Raining Men ...


What then ... I understand perfectly that Mary Shelley ... nice mix of men focused in one I'm sure he thought came out a little 'better ... but then you know, things rarely go as one imagines, even from his pen took a life scarred microcephaly and a temper .. .

Here ... I'm here I think I'd like to mix with men who buzz around me recently ... there 'so to beat (a little') the heart, but which is' a certified idiot and I will row over '... there's so much' the very pricey, with a lot 'of values \u200b\u200band common interests ... but is far away and does not seem too bold (and I have already 'given in terms of distance covered for the sake ...)... there' that funny, jokes that shoots in bursts, and then there 'that we joke, and suddenly feel the hormone that part of his own, but you suspect that hormone to him also with a hundred others ... so there 's a bit of everything in this period .

Now listen to me ... some scientists confirm? You can not 'do on a beautiful patchwork and give me a prince decerebration not miss her prince? eh? no, really ...?

Offi ...

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Last night at some point with a friend and 'talked about what is real in a relationship, those important things, the so-called posts, you are projecting forward in an encounter with a person in a real relationship ... and came out the golden rules, those everyone says to respect, mutual trust, freedom ', no worries, no resentments, intimacy,' you ', but not imprisonment for two, no boredom.
Here today ... I wonder why, if the premises are always good, if good intentions are really good to both sides, as I said you never get the time (I would say almost always) in situations mutual injuries, pain, anger?

am personally aware that we have given the best of me in my relationships ... and often the worst.
Injury, react with anger to overcome the pain. Usually, but I'm trying to improve ...
Now looking back at those times when venomous words poured out in letters or e-mail or direct discussions with the person who loved to 5 minutes before (no, adored even hate) do not recognize myself. More
, 'I repent,' cause the satisfaction not to hurt him 'never got paid off or otherwise not in the least pain since the dismissal.
At the time I felt fully entitled to be bad, to be slightly poisonous, an explosion of resentment and revenge ... I had been hurt, betrayed in the sense of loyalty 'that tied me to the person most to me' darling, I could act like I wanted ...

Nothing more 'wrong, I say now ...
too 'cause, still backward, I admit that was not really move away what I wanted to hurt him either, I'd just wanted to put things right. But the bombings, and so heavy, what were the remains precarious of a once solid relationship.

reading "The Elegance of the Hedgehog" I heard of this game: the go.
The goal of the game and 'win, but without crushing the opponent.
It is said that those who are 'too greedy and try to win big too conquering territory at the end loses everything.
Part of the difficulty of the strategic game is to strike a balance between conflicting needs, a little 'what happens between two people who are building something together.

Now I wonder how to react ricapitasse if I try a pain so 'strong as what I felt years ago ... and really do not know if I've reached peace similbuddista I aspire to in such situations, but' I've learned not to destroy.
To understand exactly what I want and to understand if and 'likely to be achieved.

now remains the main problem: I have to find a guinea pig on which to test this new maturity 'sentimental ... ; OP

I leave you with a video of a song and 'sad, but I like it very much ... and when I heard today, I have always in mind.



Ed = Rompin note: these thoughts are thrown Random reflections on situations and mine alone. References to events or real people different from me and my world are purely coincidental ...

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do not know what to write, the brain and 'filled with motorcycle racing, from the smiles that you can not remove the face from walking in Villa Torlonia, candy that I can not find. ..
do not know what to write, the brain and 'filled with a strobe ball that casts light blue, red, yellow and even green, alternating large colored spots randomly placed on the thoughts.
do not know what to write, while a phrase echoes in my mind "you to fly at high altitudes," no, I flew to high altitude and this 'a reality'.
do not know what to write, while not meant to read characters and emoticons on your PC and reflected on a screen unstable. My mind.
It's okay, okay ... smile and enjoy myself, Tunisian dinner, an unexpected news that leaves me bewildered.
E 'missed the narghile' yesterday, damn.
do not know what to write, and returns again this Pepe well Mork, the color of the helmet I would have liked, her mouth folded in silent laughter while the arms were opened to the wind. I

you.
conosciutosconosciuto you, your smile and your instability '. I wonder if I can delete this with you past that still haunts me at times.
Then I think no, might as well do not commit another mistake to rectify past ones.
So keep laughing, talking, shut up in a play for a good purpose.
that things are already 'quite complicated ...

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" You are much more 'of what he sees ... you are much more' of what you know you are ... you are special. really special. Remember without waiting confirmation of this and see that everything will color '! You have the gift to get into things and explore them as few in the world. You will not remember, he knows it. "

time ago , long time ago, a friend sent me 'this sms. Every time I read it there 's a very hidden part of me that feels touched, like when someone touches you on the shoulder to call you.
And I find myself wondering whether it is really that '... and if so what is really a' positive.
I mean ... I found myself too many times to understand things in depth 'without then having the ability', or the will, or force, or all of these things together, to change them.
Too many times I understand what lies behind appearances, to that everyone wear masks, the characters that show the world, and then not have the capacity 'to remain close to people as I would like to (re-) know.
Then with a smile a little 'bitter to me wonder if in the end this "gift" is a bit 'a curse, which leads me not to investigate things, but to brood too high, risking to lose much more ...

In Portugal, I read "The Solitude of Prime Numbers ", as I have already 'mentioned in the previous post ...
Well, the two main characters are two outcasts, each in its own way, two people who can not have a healthy relationship not only with themselves, not only between them, but with the world in general.
And the world can not have it with them back.
And although these two people recognize it as such, will not be able to remain united. One of the two
inertia against any party, for a natural and seconded inability 'to stir from the habit of giving , not to risk it, an inertia that made me angry,' cause I recognized having suffered.
... The other one for inertia of the whole world against it, indifference and selfishness data and suffered, never turned into a capacity for suffering 'to communicate, but rather transformed into barriers capable of isolating it so well not to feel more 'even herself.
Both of these characters come to mind ... you read the book "thrown into a new future," finally "free" self-imposed by a chain ... but I wonder if it really will be 'so'.

How many times we seem to stand out again flight, and then end up hanging by a thread , connected to a world, our world is already 'lived, we wanted to leave?
as if we were the kites in the air, close to the sun, yet remaining on earth. Often you do not even understand what the thread that keeps us anchored, often catered 'more' than one.
Well, lately I happen to think he .
And I go forward in the present towards the future with a smile on his face, one that never fails, but with its head turned backwards. In
sailing in the wrong direction, in short, to quote the joke of a movie.
So I wonder, since I find nothing and no one else able to delete this thread and let me really and definitely turn their heads in the direction in which way will end up ... 'Why?
Why 'as it says in the book Alice, one of the protagonists, despite the flood of memories and relationships that people have left in my soul, there' s a memory that I crush my heart the same way he the ago.
again.
Now. So
'... all this to write that I'm afraid of going to crash against a post soon, that walk with their heads turned backwards happen ... and there would be the first time ... (Now you know so much, I know ...)

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of this holiday I'll remember 'the feeling ... the colors ... the kindness of the Portuguese that shines through in small gestures and words.
I do not know what it 'but I have so many things inside that I would say that I finally block ... and I do not say no. A
you ever ...?

That 's the view from the terrace of the residence where we were, the pool at sunset.


L ' Algarve and' ... a diverse region full of British tourists. In fact it seemed to be in a piece of England where they speak (also) Portuguese ... We stayed at
Albufeira, right in the way of the main clubs, called " the strip, a strip of infinite sounds, colors, music ... all kinds of pubs, restaurants, disco, karaoke (I find that the British like a karaoke ... lot worse than Japan ... O__O)

omnipresent here too, the restaurants in which you materially misrepresent Italian dish ... take a look at the banner ...


They meet strange characters, cordial and friendly, always ready to make friends, following the man popcorn

But the Algarve is not 'just that ... there are places magic as head Sao Vicente, the highest point 'to the Southwest Europe


with its fishermen clinging to cliffs



or with the streets of Faro, colorful



or vaguely Cuban (do not ask me why ' but the feeling I was walking in the streets this ...)


A Lighthouse Park we found a geriatric ...


a curious little oasis with tools with which the old people can keep fit ... of course because of my age 'mental (very low) to physical units (very high), I tried them ALL, OD. even those in the photo .. there are ...

The Algarve and 'also a myriad of secluded beaches ... some long and sandy, others are more crowded ...' small collections. All beautiful, but cold and crystal clear water ... and moreover ' Atlantic ...!!! This was
you see a beach populated by seagulls ... only until we arrived on a sailboat ...

And this '... dedicated to a photo taken and published in' cause I know that there is 'who will appreciate' as much as I do, o)



I thought a lot during this travel (weird huh ?)... I appreciated this, the colors and the smiles that time is thought unlikely to be back, I tasted a new awareness on my inside scoop on my love me ...
I read in two days " Solitude of Prime Numbers", having high expectations and finding myself with the desire of a different story to be told that ... and not for the final anyway (being stoically and historically romantic ad nauseum) I wanted different. I would have liked the solitude toghether not only for people affected by large private tragedies, I found there are more 'time to those pages ... if not in some, if not in a scene that I drew a small circle in the chest and that I and 'soul like nothing was dropped for a while'.
I have a thousand thoughts within me these days ... I'm waiting for this for a calming of turbines can talk about it. I do not know with whom.
Maybe write it and then tell me what you think you ...
Now I greet you ... I'm writing this post hour interval between phone calls, interviews and chats, and various ... not good.
A post deserves as much attention as possible.

PS: I add a postscript duty ... to see all the messages asking me if I went back and it was the trip ... be 'warmed my heart. Thanks! : OD