Sunday

Sunday
For some a day to find themselves,
for others a day to full fill their religious manners
For a child an endless day or a day out.
For some a day to go to work
For others a day to relax.
For some a day to get there work done that needed to be done. For some
family's a day to come together.
But whatever you do Sunday might be the day that everything comes together,
for the ones that try to find them selves enough time to think
for the one that full fill their religious manners it is a day the find themselves in what they believe.
For a child without realising, that time does not stand still.
For the one that has to work, a day that doesn't feel like a weekday.
For the ones that relax it might not be so relaxing as they thought.
For the family's that come to getter a bound building experience.For me a day that it is sometimes a day to think, a religious day, a family day, a day to get my schoolwork done or and endless long day. A day i appreciate.

da desilusão

Como o cabelo dourado de Sansão, que cai as seus pés, eu sinto-me enfraquecida pela ilusão constipada que recai agora sobre mim. Quase mutilada pelo corte enraivecido tecido sobre as minhas costas viradas, acrescento que não estava a espera. Apaixonada por este guardar em mim de uma seguraça sã, de quem acredita que a amizade curada é capaz de se guardar ao ardor dos épicos mais sagrados. Mas há heresia ainda assim nessas camadas negras da vida; quando a força nos é retirada, o amor é dedilhado como se fosse a maldade mais negra, como se a minha mão, olhar, dignidade e entrega fossem substituíveis. Ao menos que o sejam com a morte, com o amor, com a forte desgraça; não apenas com vingança. Como Dalila.

Mortality is not the same as death. Someone who's mortal can be undead, even if the heart stops to beat, the lungs stop to breathe, and eyelashes can not feel the wind anymore. Someone who is dead is not missed, can only be in darkness. Someone who is dead was never awake; never came to life. Someone mortal will always be alive. Even if the hearts stops to beat, lungs stop to breathe, eyeslashes won't be able to feel the wind anymore. The palm of the hand will be turned up, contrary to the rotating movement of the earth, and the mouth will be as sad as my heart without you. Life is extraordinary; can not be ceased. Like life haven't wait for us, and we fell apart like we've never been. And the sadness has limits, but loss will always have us.