"Diz lá Teodósio, o que sente quando se está apaixonado?"

"Parece tudo tão ridículo quando se explica por palavras, mas ao ver a Rosário o coração bate mais depressa. É olhar para ela e achar que não há nenhuma tão bonita, que mais nenhuma fala com uma voz tão suave, que diga as coisas com tanta graça, que te comova tanto, que dê uma vontade imensa de tocar, de lhe pegar a mão, e de a entrelaçar na nossa."

With love
R.

I hate Christmas but I love presents

The eternal pursuit....

We'll eat you up! Dazzle you away and then leave you to die just because that's what we do...Too much is never enough and it's all about the game, the rush, the new! We are the never ending hunters. We track down a "thing" that might interest us, consume the best of it, waste it's life away, drain it's drops and move on. They call us heartbreakers but I prefer unsatisfied souls. We are not mean, we just can't help it...everything is so imperious to us, everything is so boring, everything is so deep. You see we live in this constant triality in which we are consistently inconsistent. It's always the same fucking cycle: excitement / routine / prison/ depression/...we find a new "thing" and it starts all over again. What happens when there's nothing left to discover? When at some point we realize we had consume the few interesting people and that all what's left is them, the other ones...those horrible creatures we've so much learn to despise. We are not cruel, we are one of a kind, you just have to know how to handle us and everything will be fine. Feed our minds, play our games, keep us interested, be bold and imaginative and everything will be fine. It will be fine...until it isn't anymore.