Blue Diamond Heart

Once upon a time there was a small village with lots of habitants. Some of them were very well known, some of them were not. Some of them were nice, some of them were not. But each one of them had a blue diamond in their hearts. Some of them loved their blue diamonds, some of them did not. Some of them didn't want their blue diamonds, some of them had dreamed about their blue diamonds for a long time. Some of them were born with their blue diamonds, some of them got their blue diamonds later in life. But there was a little girl who lived in a small house and had a small family who didn't have her blue diamond. At first she didn't care a lot about it because she knew everyone got their blue diamonds sometime in life, but she would always dream about hers. She thought about how it was going to look like. If it was going to be pretty, if it was going to be big, how would it fit to her heart... So the years went by and one day her mother told her she had sent a letter to the angels asking for her blue diamond. She was so happy she couldn't contain herself. She went to her bedroom, grabbed some paper and crayons and started drawing her blue diamond. She drew it in the best way she could, not so big, not so small, not so sharp and a little shiny, the way she always thought her blue diamond was going to be. But she knew it didn't matter how it was going to look like, she was going to love her blue diamond anyway. The time came and an angel was sent from Heaven to deliver her blue diamond, but the angel got lost and went back to Heaven before he could find her home. A second angel was sent with another blue diamond and delivered it at a house near by. The little girl was confused. Wasn't it the time for her to get her blue diamond? She waited and waited, but it would never come. When she saw the other blue diamond, though it wasn't hers, it was still familiar... It was not so big, not so small, not so sharp and a little shiny and everyone around would get together to see the new blue diamond near by and appreciate it's existence. The girl with no blue diamond, who wasn't so little anymore, was always encouraged to like the blue diamond that wasn't hers, but looked like hers to like the blue diamond and it's owner. And even thought she wasn't bad and she tried hard she couldn't. She felt the other blue diamond was taking the place of her own, that she never got, and she often asked herself why couldn't she have her blue diamond even thought that other one also existed. With time everyone forgot the girl didn't have a blue diamond, but she didn't. So she grew sad. She had never had a blue diamond but she still missed it as if she had known it and nobody could understand it. As the time passed and the girl wanted to run alway so she could stop seeing the people that reminded her of her blue diamond, she met other people who didn't have blue diamonds as well. Some of them didn't care, some of them cared a little and some of them were hurt like the girl. They had long waited for their blue diamonds, but they never came.

Como Uma Onda No Mar

A vida cansa a gente e cabe a nós lutar. Lutar todos os dias para não sermos levados. Lutar com todas as nossas fraquezas, inseguranças e medos. É preciso. A vida é como o mar. Quando uma onda bate e te derruba ela não espera você se levantar, o mar não espera que você se recomponha para mandar a próxima. É assim que a vida funciona. Problema em cima de problema, tarefas em cima de tarefas e você tem que aprender a lidar. É importante, porém, saber quando estamos no limite, não nos excedermos. Buscar ajuda quando necessário... É preciso saber o que podemos aguentar, o que devemos enfrentar e quando devemos nos recolher. É preciso saber em que momento devo deixar o mar para me revigorar e depois voltar para uma nova batalha.

Cold as Ice ("poema" traduzido)

Então... achei umas coisas antigas aqui (antigas não, de 2015) que nem lembrava que tinha escrito. Elas me deram um pouquinho de medo, então decidi compartilhar na net ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
E aqui vai um poeminha (que também postei no meu blog em inglês, porque o original é em inglês) aparentemente chamado Cold as Ice (ou Frio como o Gelo).

Alguém veio até mim com a intenção de partir meu coração. Mas como você pode partir algo que já está quebrado? Então ele me disse que iria curá-lo. E eu acreditei. Eu acreditei porque quis. Então ele tentou me afogar, ele queria me ver afundar, mas como afogar alguém que não respira? Eu tentei amar, eu tentei sentir, mas nem a dor que ele quis me causar me tocou.

'-'

Esqueci de pôr em versos, então vai assim mesmo ¯\_(ツ)_/¯