Storm day

Have you ever had one of those days when you get desperate? When it seems like you'll never coma out of the storm? Today is one of those. And money, as always, money, is the reason. It's incredible how the idea of not having money can shake one to the core, especially if you have little ones that depend on you.
Being a divorced woman, I depend on alimony and child support. After all, during the past 7 years my main concern was to care for the family and not to have a career. And what did I get from all that selfless dedication, hours cleaning, caring for the kids, making sure everyone was taken care of? I got cheated on, yelled at, called names and told I wasn't worth it. Then, after all that, Florida law tells me I have no rights as a woman, that I have to go out there and find my way to care for myself and my children. Once more, I was told I wasn't worth it.
Now, can you blame women that don't want to get married? Women that don't want to have kids? Women that only want to take care of their career? At this point, of today I have no choice but to agree with them and to become a bitter, sad person who doesn't not believe in this world.
And as the storm continues, I see the eyes of my children and I remember I need strength. I need to be here for them. I can't give up. I need to find deep down in me all my powers to come up with a solution, if not for me, for them.
And hope the storm will pass. Soon.

Mood: Sad

Paty

Here today, gone tomorrow

Por alguma razão, as músicas dos Ramones sempre me dizem alguma coisa. O título acime é um exemplo. Para que nos matamos, brigamos por dinheiro, por trabalho, por um espaço na sociedade? Nos cansamos de tanto buscar o amor, a felicidade, o poder... Corremos, cansamos, corremos de novo e nem paramos para ver as pequenas belezas da vida. Não apreciamos o pôr-do-sol, nem o sorriso de uma criança, não dançamos, não sorrimos de verdade. No final, a vida passa rápido, o pentelho que está lá em cima continua rindo às nossas custas e nós perdemos a chance de simplesmente aproveitar. E nos achamos inteligentérrimos!


 Here today, gone tomorrow. Se você só tivesse até amanhã para viver, se preocuparia com o cara que te cortou no trânsito, com a divisão errada da herança, com o chefe mal humorado?

Pense nisso. Só temos hoje e devemos viver de acordo. O que você vai fazer hoje?

Hoje quero escrever em português, me sinto mais em casa. Aliás, estou em casa, sempre, já que me sinto bem comigo mesma ainda que tenha tomado tanta porrada no ano passado e continue tomando neste ano. Que vida é essa? Que ensina no tapa? Não tem a menor graça. Tô escutando um grilo cantando lá no meu quarto... era só o que faltava, dormir com grilo. Sozinha na cama, com grilo no andar debaixo! 
Mudando de assunto, qual é a do ser humano? Nunca está feliz, não pode ver ninguém feliz e faz questão de espalhar a infelicidade? Jura? É assim que se vive? Com tanta coisa boa nesse mundo, tanta gente boa, tanta coisa legal para fazer as pessoas se pegam em pequenos detalhes e gostam de transformá-los em pura novela mexicana. Precisa? Coisa chata! E preferem reclamar do que tomar uma atitude e mudar. Claro, porque mudar dá trabalho e reclamar é muito mais fácil! Deu para ver que eu tô irritada? Solidão e TPM, péssima combinação!
Até depois.

Have you ever, part II - great lyrics

Glitter In The Air lyrics
Songwriters: Mann, Billy; Moore, Alecia;Have you ever fed a lover with just your hands?
Close your eyes and trust it, just trust it
Have you ever thrown a fist full of glitter in the air?
Have you ever looked fear in the face
And said I just don't care?

It's only half past the point of no return
The tip of the iceberg, the sun before the burn
The thunder before lightning, the breath before the phrase
Have you ever felt this way?

Have you ever hated yourself for staring at the phone?
Your whole life waiting on the ring to prove you're not alone
Have you ever been touched so gently you had to cry?
Have you ever invited a stranger to come inside?

It's only half past the point of oblivion
The hourglass on the table, the walk before the run
The breath before the kiss and the fear before the flames
Have you ever felt this way?

La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la

There you are, sitting in the garden
Clutching my coffee, calling me sugar
You called me sugar

Have you ever wished for an endless night?
Lassoed the moon and the stars and pulled that rope tight
Have you ever held your breath and asked yourself
Will it ever get better than tonight? Tonight