Questions... secrets unrevealed

Lately I´ve found hard to fell asleep because I have a lot of things running through my mind.
By the way things that make me smile :)
(I know you can read me ;) )
And some of those thoughts are not only ideas, but also questions.
And listening to a song I disovered the best definition to what Im feeling right now.

Questions are secrets unrevealed.

Thats why they burn our brains constantly.... but this time... those secrets make me hope for the future... cuz hopefully the answer will make me happy.

(dream theater-anna lee)

dead poets society

As I said before... words mean something.
They have a social, emtoional and personal background, saying it differently, they have the power to show what we are, to discover the secrets of our hearts.

Having said that, I may tell you that my words and by consequence my dreams and hopes, seem naive to other people.

And... some days when Im not at my best, they even seem naive to me.

After all, who am I? What makes me different? Am I really that different? Or Im just someone extremely young who needs to grow up a lot to discover that my destiny is not that different from any one else´s.

Mediocrity... what if people used to be dreamers and had hopes high when they were younger... but pain, life and routine made them gave up on themselves, conform with the daily activities with nothign else but the necessary items to sustein life: work, money and home.

But as it is said "Poetry, love, romance, beauty... these are what we stay alive for"

Why do people forget? They are important too... maybe not basic but really important.

If those people decided to gave up their dreams to go along with the flow... how can I know that I´ll make things different? That I wont fall into the same?
For some it may be ok. and I respect it, but for me it is just SO NOT FINE!
For me falling into that will mean becoming mediocre... and I dont want it to happen.

Its not that I want to live outside society rules, its just that I would like to make things different and never, never forget about those little issues that makes us human.

"Life is like a poetry... and you one day may contribute a verse, but, what will your verse be?"

People who usually qualify my way of being as naive, stupid or childish may answer to me when I tell them they´re cynic: "Not cynic... but realistic."

Maybe... but when logic and sanity fails... what is left even when improbable, stupid or crazy must be the right answer.

Reality. What if after all we can change reality? Form it with our own hands and live it in a different way?

This world is full ot sane people, but those who are crazy create the worlds where sane people just live.

The crazy ones make music, the sane ones just listen to it.

The crazy ones live life in their own way, sane people just walk the path that´s already been drawn.

"We must constantly look things from a different way" sometimes, it is all that takes to catch a glimpse of our own potencial.

After all, I may be naive, but after all I also dont really care.

"No matter what anybody tells you, words and ideas CAN change the world."


So... tell me Im naive, tell me Im small, tell me Im childish, I will sail beyond the sunset one way or another.


(quotations "" dead poets society, everything else is mine)

just because...

The movie`s over.
It was kinda boring.
I did not pay enough attention... I`ve seen in twice.

Im talking with my cousin... Damn, how dare he?

Just kiddin´ I´d been there before.

Now Im thinking that possibly nobody out there would care of what Im doing, saying or thinking right now.

After all Im just someone else who owns a blog who´s alive and writing instead of doing homework.

Hehe... yes I do feel happy.

Nice! Its been a while since I feel this way.

Nice... i repeat.

Kenya! can you stop barking and crying?
Oh you`re so freaking beautiful...

Yes, you can come in.

I stare at the sky... today there are not too many clouds.

Too blueish in my opinion.

It gets me dizzy after a while.

Well... its better than the T.v

So I´ll come by and you´ll exaggerate good times.

Sometimes you have something you take for granted.
Something that was important to you even when you didn´t know it.
And... you lose it.
Sometimes... SOMETIMES it ain´t your fault.
And you miss it soo bad that you became miserable for a while.
You miss it, you want it back, you need it back.

After a while... it stops being that important for you.

Sometimes, SOMETIMES the other person realizes that it was their lost, because they lost something they really had and someone who would never give up on them.

And... only sometimes that person wants you back, needs you back, miss you badly.

But then... it may be too late cuz you no longer need them, no longer want them, no longer miss them.

They become like a simple spot on the way, something that used to be important and something you barely think about.

You cant see them the way you used too.
Maybe they are still the same, but you had changed.
You may have been smarter enough as to move on with your life.

And now that they came begging for you, you realized how much you wanted it... and you wish they had returned before... realize that its too late and feel kinda bad for them.
Cuz in your life there´s no space for them anymore.

You´re happy just the way you are, living the moment... and suddenly the miserable is not you...

Sorry hun, I no longer care about you.

"Cuz I´ve been fine but now you´re finally telling me that you might not be ok, Well I´d guess that anyway.

So i´ll come by and you´ll exaggerate good times. But I wont stay the night."

(stay the night-making april)

Maybe...

Wake up... such a sigh!
Its around 3:00 A.M
Hope I can sleep again.

Forgot I had a new bed. Now Im nearer to the ceiling. I kinda like it, so white and still.

Even though my foot cant reach it.

Hey! I was trying to sleep... maybe if i stop thinking about all that stuff.

I turn around... no I dont like it this way, maybe if I return to my inicial postition.
Ok, its better now.

What was I thinking? Oh yes, life changes in a blink of an eye.

I never thought this would happen this soon... anyway, what´s a year and a half?
Nothing(i like to believe)

Time passes by very quickly... maybe if I take a day at a time... yes Im gonna do that.

What´s this feeling on my stomach, no Im not hungry... maybe is because Im scared.
Yes I am scared.

Maybe because this time Im finally saying what I wanna say, saying what I mean.

Maybe that´s why Im scared... it gotta be that.

No... maybe because it feels strange.
Maybe cuz I dont really know.


maybe because this time Im different.

What if Im mistaken? (maybe if I could just shut up!) maybe... maybe this time things will be alraight.

because Im a girl...

Such a beautiful story... would someone do somehting like that for me? Would I do something like that for someone?

wait for sleep

"Eyes upon the moon.
She stares at the ceiling and tries not to think."

Have you ever feel like you are just so tired but still you can´t sleep?

Its aweful right?

I always hear in songs and stuff like that "too many sleepless nights" and I used to wonder "Can problems take away your sleep?"

Until I grew a bit older I realized they could, cuz I´ve been sleepless too because of problems.

And... its oh! so easy if we just leave our lives into God´s hands...


(wait for sleep-dream theater)