THE PAIN

She had every reason in the world to forget him. From the simplest to the cruelest. She thought about how much he had hurt her... and felt it again. She thought about how much she wanted to be happy... and felt it again. Pain was a stupid thing, she thought. It couldn't be right to feel that the only thing capable of taking your pain away was exactly who had caused it... and felt it again.

A DOR

Tinha todos os motivos do mundo para esquecê-lo. Do mais simples, ao mais cruel. Pensava no quanto ele a havia machucado e sofria. Pensava no quanto queria ser feliz e sofria. Dor era uma coisa estúpida, pensou. Não podia estar certo sentir que a única coisa capaz de afastar sua dor era quem a causou. E sofria.

THE PROBLEM

For a long time she looked for the problem in her own self. She tried to find reasons, to notice flaws. She tried to understand why everything had to end like this. But as she looked at him for the last time, she was reminded of the love she once felt. And then it came to her. The problem wasn't her, her feelings, her way of loving, or any of that. The problem was him.

O PROBLEMA

Durante muito tempo procurou o problema em si mesma. Tentou encontrar motivos, perceber falhas. Tentou entender o porquê de tudo terminar assim. Mas ao olhar para ele, pela última vez, lembrou do amor que um dia sentiu. E enxergou. O problema não estava nela. O problema era ele.

MICRO-ROMANCES

Looks, kisses, conversations, short stories. Micro-romances that she lives little by little. All because of a love that didn't work out, she says. Giving your body and soul only to gain disappointment? Not anymore. Now she gives herself to no one, she waits for no one. Now she lives without plans, one day and a party at the time. Now she lives for the world.

MICROROMANCES

Olhares, beijos, conversas, histórias curtas. Microromances que vive aos poucos. Culpa de um amor que não deu certo, ela diz. Se doar de corpo e alma para ganhar decepção? Não mais. Agora ela não se doa, não espera. Agora ela vive sem planos. Agora ela vive para o mundo.
 

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