"Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band
Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man
Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand
And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand

Jesus freaks out in the street
Handing tickets out for God
Turning back she just laughs
The boulevard is not that bad

Piano man he makes his stand
In the auditorium
Looking on she sings the songs
The words she knows, the tune she hums

But oh how it feels so real
Lying here with no one near
Only you and you can't hear me
When I say softly, slowly

Hold me closer tiny dancer
Count the headlights on the highway
Lay me down in sheets of linen
you had a busy day today

Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band
Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man
Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand
And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand."

Is it possible to describe a state of happiness which makes your whole body fell intense and really alive? I mean, sometimes you know you're a living being, but you don't fell totally alive.
I describe the "alive" sensation as the passion you feel when you wake up in the morning and smile. When you look around and think: "yes... home". And I love to feel like home. I love to wake up and not to feel like something is missing in my life.
So if this poor divagation is the best definition of happiness I can have, at least let it be known that this daydream state is keeping the feeling the best way I could wish. I smile. I want to make a million of things. I wanna hang out and party. I wanna kiss. Talk with some friends.
Love... Maybe it's love the flavour which makes life turn into something deep and desirable. Maybe that's why I'm feeling life like this.
No more pain.


"We run from death. We run to sex." - Copernicus Grape

"This is the dress that I loved best
With the blue quilted violets across the breast
And these are my many letters
Torn to pieces by her long-fingered hand..."

It seems to be like this everywhere. People always tied to misconceptions of friendship.
Some of them only get closer to you if you can make them favours, or give big smiles by their side to their cameras and flashes.

I can't avoid feeling bad on how some people act friendly only to promote themselves over you.
And the fuckin' lies and gossips... They are everywhere. It's like you're watching the same movie, that one you most hate, all of the time.

People lie. People talk so much. People can't see you happy or see you having a good time. They only wanna hype OVER you.

So, it's not like I'm closed minded or like I'm a cold girl, but that's why I've learned to keep my space respected and to be closer (i mean, really closer) to people I can really trust.
I am tired of feeling disposable and used.

So, I'll be a good friend to the ones who are happy with my happiness... I know that's sounding like a cliche, but it's true.
So if you're not happy with me now, and if you keep on talking on the way "I was", maybe that's why "I was" someone you could use.
Maybe I'm not cool now because you can't use me anymore.

I am happy with myself.
I love my life and what I'm living.
And... you have no power over me.

I and my friend Gaby.



I and LadyRocker.



I and my older brother Leandro.

Workers holiday here, so I'm sooooo lazy and mommy is taking care of me...

Awnnn

Life...

Hang out with lovely people, dance, party, kiss...

Deal with ghost of problems past and get rid of it. Learn about friendship.

That's the rule about grow up.

And tonight my boy will play 'full house' again. Love it.

Cat thinks: oh oh, look at her new tattoo!!!



Mah says: no sweetie... not you.