E te chamar assim, "mamãe", já é um passo tão importante. Porque você nos ensinou que água fria pode gelar nosso corpo, mas nunca, jamais, em nenhuma hipótese, nosso coração. Seu amor de mãe não cabe num texto meu, mãe, ele sempre será muito maior e mais bonito. Você sempre será a rainha e eu a aprendiz pequena e do meu jeito. Ora egoísta, ora carente, ora presente. O que você me deu, não vou saber comparar com nenhuma outra imensidão, coragem, ou profundidade de intenção.
Mãe, cansei de dizer que você é forte. Pois isso é o óbvio e qualquer ser sabe ver.
Mãe, você é tão profunda e tão amorosa. Você é tão azul, amor leve e macio como os colos de uma mãe que pega seu bebê no primeiro dia. É mais do que incondicional, é entrega de toda sua alma. É conexão com o que não vejo, com o invisível, com deus, ou melhor, com uma Deusa. Uma mulher que vive atrás das montanhas desses mundos e que me protege, que sustenta este mundo. Uma mulher de vestes simples que faz parte do vento, e nele se inspira e sopra generosidade pro mundo.
Isso é você quem me dá.
Te amo 💎
You are greater than the Bible
And the Conference of the Birds
And the Upanishads
All put together
You are more severe
Than the Scriptures
And Hammurabi’s Code
More dangerous than Luther’s paper
Nailed to the Cathedral door
You are sweeter
Than the Song of Songs
Mightier by far
Than the Epic of Gilgamesh
Than the Sagas of Iceland
I bow my head in gratitude
To the ones who give their lives
To keep the secret
The daily secret
Under lock and key
I mean no disrespect
But you are more sublime
Than any Sacred Text
Sometimes just a list
Of my events
Is holier than the Bill of Rights
And more intense
- Leonard Cohen
The stranger at the top of the stairs
through the haze and stars,
blinded by the color
of the walls, the stairs, the ceiling.
He does not rememer how to step down,
his body forgetting its lifetime of movements
practiced and rehearsed
for moments outside of itself.
He does not—
as the people ahead and below
pose and dance and prop themselves
into awkward shapes confusing questions
he hasn't yet researched the answer to —know how to descend,
his mind misunderstanding what was expected of him.
He did not prepare for this,
had only considered conversation,
knew his lines
and was confident
he could fool them all
into believing he was still alive.
But this was not supposed to happen.
He had not been warned,
or allowed to prepare,
mimicking the faces,
of those before him.
The stranger at the top of the stairs
he feels the press
of real people behind him,
and knows there is no way
but forward. /
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💌”There is going to be a boy who will shatter your heart into million damaged pieces and leave you feeling broken and insecure and hurt, and when you will try to sleep, you'll stare up at your ceiling and relieve every moment you spent together, and you'll listen to the songs you used to love that you ruined with memories of him. When you close your eyes and all you see is his brown eyes, and you feel the tears forming in yours, don't stop them. Let it all out. Feel it. It's okay to be hurt but when the tears stop and the emptiness takes over, remember that this pain, this insecurity that you're feeling is only temporary because someone will come into your life out of nowhere and give you a love you deserve and show you that it doesn't always end in hurt and heartbreak, then you'll be wondering why you spent so long hung up on someone who made you feel hard to love. Recognize your past and learn from it, but also realize it's in the past, and let it go. Let him go."
💌”even the strongest girls need love. They don’t like loneliness, they don’t like rejection, they don’t like being their own hero. They always save their own day, lift themselves up, be their own best friend and sometimes their biggest fan, but they want to remember what it’s like to have someone do that for them every once in a while.
Even the strongest girls break down. When they’ve had enough, when they’ve been strong for too long and they just can’t do it anymore. When they can’t get out of bed because their hearts are heavy, when they can’t think clearly anymore because their minds are scattered and their thoughts are messed up. When they feel like everything they’ve ever worked for is falling apart and when they feel like their strength is often their curse, not their blessing.
Even the strongest girls need a break. They need someone to lead the way. They need to know that they don’t have to do this alone. They need to feel that it’s okay to be vulnerable and ask for help and admit that some things are more than they can handle.
Even the strongest girls feel drained. From everything they have to do to keep that label and everything they have to be to continue to live their best lives without people taking them for granted or walking all over them.
Even the strongest girls get tired of being so strong because it was never something they were born with, it was something they had to develop because of all the hardships they had to face and all the challenges they had to overcome and all the heartbreaks they had to endure.
Even the strongest girls miss who they used to be before the world taught them how to become someone else, before the world taught them the art of being alone because people always leave and before the world taught them that counting on others will always end up in disappointment.”
💌”the only real way to love is to love in the moment. Love in the second you feel that beautiful kiss. Love in the quiet moments on the sofa and stay in the quiet moment, just for a little while forgetting all the troubles in the world. Love in the silence of bedrooms and the quiet of films you watch together. Love in the silent walks which you go on together, or in the second of the text message you get from them. Stop focussing on where this is going every once in a while. Focus on loving in the present, in the second, in the moment.
This is how true love happens. This is how lasting love happens. It is not the movie theatre type of romance, it is not grand gestures, and dying confessions. Love, real love, is in the quiet of a thunderstorm feeling safe. It is in the silence of a hospital room when you realise the person you love is going to be okay. It is in the feeling after returning home to the smell of warm food on the stove and warmer arms around you. That is where love lies. In the little moments which people often look past.
Find yourself here, find yourself loving in the moment, than loving for eternity, and I promise you, love will not fail you.”
💌”why do people text you every morning and double text when you don’t respond and send you cute things they’ll know you like and then one day just stop? I don’t want a month of dates and taking me places and getting me to tell you personal things if you’re just going to stop out of nowhere. Honestly it’s fine if you don’t want me, it’s fine if you’re on a different page, it’s fine if you want all the same things I want just not with me, but then don’t act like you do. Not even for a little. I can get the attention and the flirting and the sweet comments from anyone else. So I don’t know what your end game is or why you want to lead me on or if you think making me temporarily happy is worth eventually taking it all away but just do me one favor and don’t.”
💌« Even if they made you feel like you weren’t good enough. You gave your all. You did your best. You did everything you could to be someone worth loving and if that’s not enough for someone, it’s not your job to change them. It’s your job to stay exactly the way you are because you will always be more than enough for someone who is looking for depth, for quality and for strength. Maybe you were too strong for the weak ones or too deep for the shallow ones or maybe you were a home when they were looking for a vacation. »
💌« This is for the friends who answer our phone calls on the first ring. The ones who drop everything just to chat or to make sure we’re alright.
This is for the friends who spend time with us. The ones who don’t make excuses but pencil us into their schedules, even when life gets crazy. Who somehow always find a moment to talk, to vent, to listen. Who are selfless when it comes to being there. Who love, and never stop loving.
This is for the friends who teach us what real love is. The ones who don’t run at the first sign of trouble, who don’t put their romantic relationships before their friendships, who fight with and for their friends in order to stay strong, despite distance or obstacles. Who are there and never leave.
Sometimes we get caught up in love or lack thereof. Sometimes we forget who we are because we’re so focused on what we don’t have, or what we’re missing. Sometimes we can’t help but think that we’re defined by our relationship status, and we’re so damn lonely when we’re on our own.
But it is our friends who pull us out of that hole every time, reminding us that we are loved so much, and that having a romantic partner does not, and will not define our happiness. It is our friends who teach us to love ourselves, our lives again.
So this is for the friends we forget to thank. The ones who have been there for us since day one and will always stand by our side, no matter what life throws in the way. This is for the friends who are, quite simply, more than friends. They are our soulmates, our safe place, our family. If you have a friend like this — keep them close, because you are so lucky to have found them. You are so lucky to have them in your life. »
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