Tomorrow
Today I need to be optimistic and a bit stupid and forgetful. Today
need to believe that opportunities are what it takes, when they arrive, change your life.
Today I need to be certain that a change of scenery changes and the final scene, which is changing the film ends. Today
need to know that no matter what has happened, I'll keep with me the spontaneity needed to get my hopes again. And I will work with the enthusiasm of the first day, I'm falling hard and I love mine with idealism.
Today
need not doubt that there is work to be meaningful, enjoyable, challenging, let me grow and above all, peculiar as can be. Today
need blind faith that there will be another that touches me looking at me, which believe love, praise and promises, to be happy with me and not let me, which fall in love as if it never hurt. Today
need to believe in the Tarot, in the horoscope, just as in fate, karma, God, in psychoanalysis, the change in me. In anything that I calm down before starting another tomorrow.
Today I am scared to death.
Monday, May 31, 2010
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
34 Weeks Pregnant And No Heart Beat
He loses
I work shift. I was offered
a better job, more responsibility, with projection and better paid. What I was expecting.
I and I commented to my boss, I tell her that on the other hand I want, I think I have potential, I want to give other things. I tell and ask him what you think, I speak of the relationship we have, time spent together, me, the future. And I look and see what he says.
And I said I have reason, I deserve more, that he can not offer the same, which is a shame, what is best for me, it hurts but you can not do anything about it. I should however question the other offer, demanding more money, better conditions, make sure worthwhile, but again, it does not offer me anything.
then accept the new job and I tell you. And I look into your eyes to see if this time I said something else. To see if your eyes suddenly tell me that you really feel sorry to lose, really worth something in my post, to see if in a fit last it asks me to stay, but obviously that does not happen.
And it makes me sad as well. Because this time I know I have reason and did everything right. Because in this case no doubt of my strengths and abilities. Because I know it has more to do with their ability and with their desire, with its burdens, its expectations, with its flaws, with their abilities and what they have to offer than the reverse, but it gives me sadness.
Because I am of that, no matter the circumstance, do not know think: "He lost it."
I work shift. I was offered
a better job, more responsibility, with projection and better paid. What I was expecting.
I and I commented to my boss, I tell her that on the other hand I want, I think I have potential, I want to give other things. I tell and ask him what you think, I speak of the relationship we have, time spent together, me, the future. And I look and see what he says.
And I said I have reason, I deserve more, that he can not offer the same, which is a shame, what is best for me, it hurts but you can not do anything about it. I should however question the other offer, demanding more money, better conditions, make sure worthwhile, but again, it does not offer me anything.
then accept the new job and I tell you. And I look into your eyes to see if this time I said something else. To see if your eyes suddenly tell me that you really feel sorry to lose, really worth something in my post, to see if in a fit last it asks me to stay, but obviously that does not happen.
And it makes me sad as well. Because this time I know I have reason and did everything right. Because in this case no doubt of my strengths and abilities. Because I know it has more to do with their ability and with their desire, with its burdens, its expectations, with its flaws, with their abilities and what they have to offer than the reverse, but it gives me sadness.
Because I am of that, no matter the circumstance, do not know think: "He lost it."
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Masquerade Ball Invitations Medieval Style
Portrait II
horrors I can not be feminine.
My mind does not recognize my body as that of a woman so any improvement is a task of mental effort.
If I'm not very careful I can wake up one day with his eyebrows as clouds, hair with split ends in twenty or nails with enamel remains distant two weeks ago. If you ask me go out without makeup, no perfume or if you ask me a lot until I can forget the deodorant.
And I live with guilt. When I find myself in one of these lapses, I am filled with guilt, I say I am the Unattended woman on the planet and I add to this the eternal "I'm ugly" .
Then there are whole days that I'm thinking I'm a female horror, watched with whatever happens, I suffer the meetings, I tie her hair untidy and I quickly arrive at 7 so I'm home and no one has to see me. I think everyone is noticing my eyebrows with the hair, my pores without makeup, my nails cracked and just leave me to face the ground.
and 7 and I'm coming home. Hair back, tweezers in hand, light from the front, facing the mirror and looked at me. I look and see myself objectively. And if I have my faults but not so. I look and I look good, messy perhaps without luxurious finishes, perfect, obviously, but good.
And I wonder how many eyes dodged that day, how many lunches with fun people got lost in the week, I avoided many business meetings, many opportunities and I looked, how much, not knowing look at me, I avoided myself.
(hopefully only have a misperception of mine as far as aesthetics are concerned)
horrors I can not be feminine.
My mind does not recognize my body as that of a woman so any improvement is a task of mental effort.
If I'm not very careful I can wake up one day with his eyebrows as clouds, hair with split ends in twenty or nails with enamel remains distant two weeks ago. If you ask me go out without makeup, no perfume or if you ask me a lot until I can forget the deodorant.
And I live with guilt. When I find myself in one of these lapses, I am filled with guilt, I say I am the Unattended woman on the planet and I add to this the eternal "I'm ugly" .
Then there are whole days that I'm thinking I'm a female horror, watched with whatever happens, I suffer the meetings, I tie her hair untidy and I quickly arrive at 7 so I'm home and no one has to see me. I think everyone is noticing my eyebrows with the hair, my pores without makeup, my nails cracked and just leave me to face the ground.
and 7 and I'm coming home. Hair back, tweezers in hand, light from the front, facing the mirror and looked at me. I look and see myself objectively. And if I have my faults but not so. I look and I look good, messy perhaps without luxurious finishes, perfect, obviously, but good.
And I wonder how many eyes dodged that day, how many lunches with fun people got lost in the week, I avoided many business meetings, many opportunities and I looked, how much, not knowing look at me, I avoided myself.
(hopefully only have a misperception of mine as far as aesthetics are concerned)
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