Mind

Today I'm writing in English, don't asked me why, try to ask me why not. But what should I write about? About my poor mind? Or my sliced heart? Hum...that's a hard choice, maybe I'll stick for the first one. Think with me. Nothing is coming to my mind like it uses to.
Minds, do we all have them? I don't think so, otherwise how could we be fooled by the guys who claim to have the power, just because they say so (aka. governments). How can we function as a country when we are so full of fear of loosing everything (by the way that means a tiny room in a criminal neighborhood, the rest we can't loose as we no longer have it). have you noticed that as soon as you're born they make you feel small, by giving you nothing instead of it all (unless, of course if you are a son of a ... rich man).
So because my mind as been took a long ago, I'm not going to say much more today...at least for now. So lets just clap our hands for the president who is sinking us in this deep black hole and pray not to loose our most valuable thing: our ability to thing by our own minds.

Antagonismos

Quando duas realidades se cruzam nunca podemos prever o que sairá desta génese. No teu caso, não me arrependo e agradeço ter podido cruzar a minha realidade com a tua, embora talvez não tenhamos usado o método mais ortodoxo... e peço desculpa por isso, acredita que se tivesse o poder necessário dobrava o tempo e voltava atrás, mas não posso.
Agora é a vez do cinzento voltar não só ao tempo, mas também às nossas mentes e corações e com ele o frio e a chuva, agora? Agora nem as lareiras a crepitar nem os cachecóis e luvas de lã nos protegeram, nem tu a  mim, nem eu a ti. Parece que estamos por nossa conta...