Hiddєи ҒєєLiиgS

segunda-feira, 16 de janeiro de 2012

Sometimes you've got to run away to see who will run after you. Sometimes you've got to talk quieter to see who's really listening. Sometimes you've got to step up to fight only to see who's standing by your side. Sometimes you've got to make a wrong decision only to see who's there to help you fix it. Sometimes you've got to let go of the one you love just to see if they love you enough to come back to you.

I do not hate you, and have never hated you. I was angry at you and depressed by you and confused about you. But hate... hate never came into it.

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RESERVADA, EQUILÍBRIO, CONFIABILIDADE,PERSPICÁCIA, ESPÍRITO ANALÍTICO

Passa a impressão de uma pessoa muito inteligente e intuitiva, desde muito cedo é notória sua vocação por atividades intelectuais. Não se atrai por atividades desgastantes e de esforço fisico. Na maturidade demonstra ter a vida sob controle. Alguém que valoriza a espiritualidade. Sempre envolvida com seus pensamentos pode passar a impressão de solitária. Séria, não aceita intimidades ou brincadeiras inoportunas. Bastente reservada, torna-se dificil ter sua confiança, e guarda seus segredos sempre para si. Não se familiariza com encontros sociais, prefere sempre atividades que exijam concentração. Fala pouco, e evita comentários óbvios, nunca age com a intenção de impressionar, por isso só participa de conversas quando está embasada de sua observação e cuidadosa analise. Preocupa-se com o conteúdo e nunca com a forma. Esta postura tende a isola-la do mundo, pois dificilmente confia na ajuda de alguém, a maneira de ser bem compreendido e aproveitar os aspectos positivos da personalidade é controlar o egoismo e buscar abrir-se mais ao mundo.

Half ♥

That the Strength of My Fear
does Not Stop Me from Seeing What I Desire
That the Death of Everything I Believe In
does Not Cover my Ears and Mouth
because Half of Me Is What I Shout
but the Other Half Is Silence.

That the Music I Hear from Far Away
be Beautiful Regardless of Its Sadness
That the Man I Love Be Forever Loved
even If Distant
because Half of Me is Departure
but the Other Half is What I Miss (Saudade!).

That the Words I Speak
be Not Heard as Prayers nor Repeated with Fervor
just Respected as the Only Thing
there is Left to a Girl Inundated with Feelings
because Half of Me is What I Listen To
but the Other Half Is What I Silence

That this Desire of Mine to Leave
transforms Itself into the Calm and Peace that I Deserve
That this Tension which Gnaws Me Slowly Inside
be Someday Rewarded
because Half of Me Is What I Think
and the Other Half Is a Volcano.

That the Fear of Loneliness Go Away
And that my Living-With-Myself Becomes at least Tolerable
That the Mirror Reflects in my Face a Sweet Smile
which I Remember Giving in my Childhood
because Half of Me Is the Memory of What I Was
and the Other Half I Do Not Know

That No More Than a Simple Joy Be Needed
to Make Me Quiet Down my Spirit
and That Your Silence Tells Me Ever More Each Time
because Half of Me Is Shelter
but the Other Half is Tiredness

That Art Points Us to an Answer
even If It Does Not Know It
And That Nobody Tries to Make It Complicated
because Simplicity Is Needed to Make It Flourish
because Half of Me Is Audience
and the Other Half Is Song

And That my Craziness Be Forgiven
because Half of Me Is L.O.V.E
and the Other Half Too...