"A bittersweet longing for things, persons, or situations of the past."

Sometimes you look back on your past and you get a glimpse of the feeling it once gave you. You remember how it felt back then, but you just can’t feel that anymore. It is one of the strangest feelings you could possibly feel. And it is also called “nostalgia”. You will look at something, and you will think to yourself “man, I remember how that made me feel”. You can almost feel it inside for one more time. But then, in one split-second, that precious feeling goes away. And you’re back to the present thinking “yeah, I remember feeling that way. (I miss that)”.

s.m. Acontecimento fortuito, geralmente lamentável, infeliz; desastre

Entao um acidente ocorre. Ninguem poderia ter evitado aquilo, mas o desapontamento de cada um com o fato de aquilo ter acontecido toma uma forca que transforma as pessoas. A partir dai elas comecam a culpar umas as outras, fazendo a ocasiao toda tomar uma proporcao extremamente maior do que deveria.

Acidente e acidente. Ninguem tem culpa. Todo mundo tem culpa. Se cada um tivesse mudado uma atitude no momento certo, ia prevenir que aquilo ocorrese. Mas nao mudaram. Nao de proposito, obviamente. Ninguem sabia que aquilo ia acontecer, nao tinha como mudar.

Se cada um parar pra pensar, vao ver que nao ha raiva. O que eles sentem e pensam que e raiva, na verdade, e tristeza e um tanto de culpa. Tristeza por aquilo ter acontecido e culpa por nao te-lo evitado. Mas se pensarem que nao sabiam que as coisas iam ocorrer na forma em que se deram, perceberao que foi obra do destino, do acaso. Nao tiveram culpa. Eu nao tive, eles nao tiveram. Nao ha porque se culpar. Nao e momento de culpar. E momento de compreensao. E momento de fazer com que os outros saibam que eles entendem, que a culpa nao foi de ninguem. A culpa foi de todos. A culpa foi do acaso.

As vezes acidentes acontecem. Por isso sao chamados de acidentes.

give it a shot

so i remember sitting and letting my mind wander a while back and it led me to you. it made me wonder why wouldnt you give me a try. now im back to the same thought: you. except now its time for me to give it a shot. maybe i will. you better make it worth it.

the real thing

im sorry, but thats just the way it is; thats me: i'm gonna want you when you're not there and take you for granted when you are. your job is to make it so good to be with you that my "taking for granted" will grow to "appreciating". thats the only way to make it work.

i'm coming home; tell the world i'm coming home

It is hard to understand the feeling you get coming home after some time away. If you've spent enough time out of your so called home, you will, inevitably, start to feel like you belong to more than one place. You will have to redefine your former concept of home.
You will realize that your original home doesn't make you feel as a whole anymore; there will be a part of you that will be necessarily missing, because it belongs to your new home. So at the same time that you feel like you belong to more than one place, you will feel like you belong nowhere, because no place will make you feel as a whole anymore. So, the way I see it, that is a big paradox we all eventually go through: the more places we belong, the more we belong nowhere.

(ex)change

This is crazy. It takes all your former notion of time, love and meaning, and turns it all upside down. It makes you miss people and things you didn't even know were that important. It makes you want time to go faster and slower at the same time. It makes you think in another language, and make supid mistakes in your first one. It makes you get used to things you'll never see again. It changes your vision of the world, and your way of thinking. It shows you that you can't be sure of anything, because your perpective can always change. But if there's one thing i could be absolutely sure of, ... I would do it all again.

frieza

ela buscava refugio na distancia. queria aquela frieza, aquela racionalidade, mais do que qualquer outra coisa. foi quando percebeu que ja nao sentia mais. tinha atingido o tao buscado objetivo. mas ai nao sentia mais nem o prazer da conquista. percebia que queria os sentimentos de volta. queria pelo menos sentir a dor de nao sentir mais.

caralho

desculpa, mas no bom português é isso. a única coisa que me passa pela cabeça.
não parece verdade, mas parece. sei la. ao mesmo tempo. as vezes parece, as vezes não. mas é verdade. and i'm free falling.