tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45322978053765988552024-03-05T06:44:07.271-08:00we all want something elseVictória Grimaldihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07948480427295928970noreply@blogger.comBlogger48125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532297805376598855.post-27476640331648928152010-03-20T19:34:00.001-07:002010-03-20T20:10:11.313-07:00<div>What should i do when i'm not strong enough? </div><div>When i don't have might to smile. </div><div>And i am so sick that you can not fake it? </div><div>Welcome, one more time, to my ridiculous life. </div><div>That's the way the things works right here. </div><div>And i don't have nowhere to go or scream. </div><div>'cause i'm surrounded.</div><div>By stupid people, more stupid than my life.</div><div>And isn't nobody home to hold me and say ' you'll be ok'.</div><div>So please, can somebody take me away from here?</div><div>I need to run away, and i don't want to come back.</div><div>Somebody please?</div>Victória Grimaldihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07948480427295928970noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532297805376598855.post-57358856979288226902010-03-15T19:33:00.000-07:002010-03-15T19:44:25.439-07:00For once i don't know what to do. <div>You may will think, ok now please tell me something that i don't know</div><div>but i don't know what you now so i'll not tell you anithing (:</div>Victória Grimaldihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07948480427295928970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532297805376598855.post-32328995867911962072010-03-09T18:41:00.000-08:002010-03-09T18:46:38.734-08:00Obey your body<div>That's what everybody says to me.</div><div>But at this moment i think that has nothing to obey. </div><div>My body just don't know what it wants.</div><div>So, i don't know what to do :D</div><div>You can think that it's funny,</div><div>or that is just another drama of the drama queen.</div><div>But it's not. </div><div>I can not deal with this.</div><div><br /></div>Victória Grimaldihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07948480427295928970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532297805376598855.post-86415352068050039772010-03-08T19:37:00.000-08:002010-03-09T18:51:40.336-08:00Talk about love, isn't the same as being in love<div>i never wants to break any heart.</div><div>the worst is when you break the heart of someone you cares.</div><div>i just wanna do the right thing.</div><div>but what should i do if i don't know what's right anymore?</div><div>i'm not a fool. </div><div>I can realize the people feelings.</div><div>But in some cases i prefer pretend that i didn't realized yet.</div><div>Some persons may think that i'm doing this 'cause i don't care.</div><div>but it is quite the opposit. </div><div>I do this 'cause I care too much.</div><div>If i could make everybody happy, i could feel better.</div><div>But i know that this time, someone will be hurt.</div><div>and i don't want this.</div><div><br /></div><div>Some sugestions?</div>Victória Grimaldihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07948480427295928970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532297805376598855.post-23070418681043358972010-03-07T16:13:00.000-08:002010-03-07T16:24:34.085-08:00over you<div>And this is my reaction, </div><div>for all this wasted feelings. </div><div>I was waiting, i was waiting for </div><div>something that i don't wanna dream no more. </div><div>This is nothing personal.</div><div>I hope someday you remember all those moments.</div><div>So go ahead, make your choise. </div><div>The time is now.</div><div>it's now or never.</div><div>Just please don't waste another day.</div><div>I don't want you to pretend anything</div><div><br /></div><div>i'm so over you now.</div>Victória Grimaldihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07948480427295928970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532297805376598855.post-29485362432121944182010-03-01T10:55:00.000-08:002010-03-01T11:10:48.591-08:00Nice to meet you.Em uma confusão de pensamentos, decidi postar quem eu sou. Ou o que penso ser. Victoria Grimaldi Peghini Mendes, 16 anos, uma menina chata, engajada, preocupada com o mundo, vegetariana, futura vegan, com pensamentos revolucionários.Vaidosa, egocêntrica, piadista. Persistente, apaixonada, amante de uma boa literatura e que tenta se divertir com o tudo. Idiota, sentimental, criança, fumante. Grossa, estúpida e sem noção. Acredita em tudo e em todos, luta pelo o que acredita, ama incondicionalmente, ciumenta. Altruísta até de mais, o que a torna filantrópica. Detalhista, observadora, expressiva. Sonhadora, contraditória, e acima de tudo humana. <div>Finalmente posso dizer: Prazer em conhece-los (:</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.greenpeace.org.br">www.greenpeace.org.br</a> O MUNDO PRECISA DA NOSSA AJUDA.</div>Victória Grimaldihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07948480427295928970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532297805376598855.post-63904767854392643752010-02-28T11:08:00.000-08:002010-02-28T11:13:33.667-08:00- And that's it!Maybe i should write in portuguese too. \hm <div>But i love writing on english</div><div>The good thing is: </div><div>It' not everyone can understand me. </div><div>Did you get it?</div><div>Do you know what I mean?</div>Victória Grimaldihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07948480427295928970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532297805376598855.post-24357148789186305192010-02-28T11:07:00.002-08:002010-02-28T11:08:07.814-08:00Segundo.<div><i>Exponho todos os meus pensamentos, </i></div><div><i>em uma teia torta. </i></div><div><i>Cerco minha vida de pessoas hipócritas.</i></div><div><i>A hipocrisia alheia é um passa-tempo muito divertido, </i></div><div><i>para aqueles que não a possuem. </i></div><div><i>Finjo ser definitiva, </i></div><div><i>como tudo aquilo que é simples. </i></div><div><i>A simplicidade nesse mundo, </i></div><div><i>chega a ser uma virtude.</i></div><div><i>Com o vigor que as coisas se movimentam, </i></div><div><i>é preciso ter calma para perceber o que realmente se sente.</i></div><div><br /></div><div> ~</div><div style="text-align: center;">E porque que as pessoas vão contra a própria natureza?</div>Victória Grimaldihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07948480427295928970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532297805376598855.post-69568947921767969522010-02-28T11:07:00.001-08:002010-02-28T11:07:27.543-08:00Primeiro<span style="font-style: italic; ">E as mãos se pegam, </span><span style="font-style: italic; "><br />os olhares se cruzam... </span><span style="font-style: italic; "><br />e nada mais soa tão confortável ou intimo como antes. </span><span style="font-style: italic; "><br />O olhar é seco e insignificante. </span><span style="font-style: italic; "><br />Mudam os sabores, </span><span style="font-style: italic; ">os cheiros e as cores.<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic; ">Ela já não tem certeza de nada;</span> <span style="font-style: italic; "><br />e mais do que nunca, deseja partir.<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic; ">Enquanto as horas passam;<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic; ">os amantes se sentem a cada segundo mais distante. </span><span style="font-style: italic; "><br />Como se fossem dois completos estranhos,<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic; ">colocados um a frente do outro...</span> <span style="font-style: italic; "><br />O cómico dessa vida é como as coisas mudam.<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic; ">Mudam sem perguntar se podem mudar, </span><span style="font-style: italic; "><br />sem se preocupar se alguém vai sofrer,</span> <span style="font-style: italic; "><br />ou se alguém vai chorar. </span><span style="font-style: italic; "><br />Os lábios se tocam e nada de extraordinário acontece. </span><span style="font-style: italic; "><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic; ">E os amantes se comportam,<br />como se não se importassem com as mudanças<br />tão incomodas ocorrida na vida deles.<br /><br />outro amor se acabou.<br /></span> ~<br /><div style="text-align: center; ">Hoje eu penso que a cada dia que passa eu penso algo diferente.<br />E creio que isso seja totalmente aceitável.</div>Victória Grimaldihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07948480427295928970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532297805376598855.post-56631110584627350692010-02-28T11:06:00.000-08:002010-02-28T11:07:05.036-08:00Nostalgia.Irei postar dois posts antigos <div>que nunca postei (:</div>Victória Grimaldihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07948480427295928970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532297805376598855.post-31273384495771444562010-02-27T20:48:00.000-08:002010-02-27T21:00:11.658-08:00- The same damn feeling, in the same sad place.<div><div><div>I like it.</div><div>On the reality I love this feeling.</div><div>The feeling of your body be out of your control.</div><div>You are there, but you aren't, at the same time.</div><div>Almost everybody can understand me.</div><div>But if you can't, i'm sorry.</div><div>But stay with this tip:</div><div>You just don't know the good side of life.</div><div>Try this before you die.</div><div>I promise, you'll not regret.</div><div><br /></div><div>If you believe in God, please forget what i told.</div></div><div><br /></div></div>Victória Grimaldihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07948480427295928970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532297805376598855.post-7911597624690388192010-02-24T13:24:00.000-08:002010-02-24T17:18:50.658-08:00- Cries heaven, cries!<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"><div>I have given my mood to the sky.</div><div>The blue becomed in gray, and the gray to dark as possible.</div><div>And then the sky cried in my place.</div><div>Rain is like tears falling from heaven.</div></span></span></div>Victória Grimaldihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07948480427295928970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532297805376598855.post-59587219844685444792010-02-24T12:40:00.000-08:002010-02-24T12:56:18.606-08:00- Jealousy<div><div>Or maybe i'm just seeing the truth.</div><div>The fact is: You can not trust anybody.</div><div>The life is terrible, disappointing and traitor.</div><div>And those persons works the same way.</div><div>i'm giving up!</div><div>I learned my lesson.</div><div><br /></div><div>Or, perhaps, it's just jealousy taking me over.</div></div>Victória Grimaldihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07948480427295928970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532297805376598855.post-58363083389213147992010-02-23T15:58:00.000-08:002010-02-23T16:17:53.211-08:00- Happiness<div>Find someone to you remember his smell.</div><div>That you want to stay with him all day long, for all your life.</div><div>Find someone that makes you smile with silly things.</div><div>Someone who can make you see the colors more vibrants,</div><div>the life more interesting and the world a better place to live.</div><div><br /></div><div>So then, buy yourself a simple house, </div><div>Preferably in a quiet town.</div><div>Watch the sunrise, feel the wind, </div><div>while you drinks your coffe and smokes your cigarette. </div><div>Love all those things that you have. </div><div>All those things that makes you happy. </div><div><br /></div><div>After that, you'll be living the perfect happiness.</div><div><div>you will see that the simplest things of life</div><div>will make every second happiest.</div></div>Victória Grimaldihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07948480427295928970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532297805376598855.post-2256945363184385642010-02-22T10:00:00.000-08:002010-02-22T10:08:16.806-08:00- I never felt this way<div><div>it's like alcohol. </div><div>Drink plenty, until you get really drunk. </div><div>and then you run, run like you could fly.</div><div>So then, maybe you come close to feel the happines that i am feeling.</div><div>It's not just happines, it's full, it' freedom.</div><div>Freedom in the mood to be attached to another.</div><div>Is a funny feeling.</div><div>But i'm loving it.</div></div>Victória Grimaldihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07948480427295928970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532297805376598855.post-74066196265546962012010-02-20T08:55:00.000-08:002010-02-20T09:09:04.743-08:00.<div><div>is good to know that someone cares about you.</div><div>For me it's all so new. </div><div>I know, i know. It may sounds like bullshit.</div><div>But... WHATEVER!</div><div>I don't care anymore (:</div><div>the truth is, </div><div>I just don't know what to do with myself </div><div><br /></div><div>It seems like The White Stripes know me.</div><div>is just a joke.</div></div>Victória Grimaldihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07948480427295928970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532297805376598855.post-68027115538704627472010-02-19T19:40:00.000-08:002010-02-19T19:49:05.413-08:00i'm breaking free<div><div>All right!</div><div>Now please, can you forget all those feelings that i was talking about?</div><div>I was dreaming with a fake love.</div><div>Dreaming that i could live all those shit again.</div><div>But now i'm finally renewed.</div><div>I think that in this moment, at long last, i can say:</div><div>God! Thanks. I just break free.</div><div>I don't care anymore with that thing.</div><div>Now myself, my welfare, it's the only thing that matters.</div><div>I think i found the answer,</div><div>i think i found what i've been looking for.</div><div><br /></div><div>maybe my dream has come true.</div><div><br /></div></div><div><br /></div>Victória Grimaldihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07948480427295928970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532297805376598855.post-53752673403036465862010-02-18T16:10:00.001-08:002010-02-18T16:10:52.605-08:00that's the way it is :D<div>I've got some new questions.</div><div>and i'm looking for those answers </div><div>maybe some beers, and a few cigarettes</div><div>will make me find.</div><div>or not.</div><div><br /></div><div>Finishing as Caetano Veloso</div>Victória Grimaldihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07948480427295928970noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532297805376598855.post-87205872838764717332010-02-18T12:57:00.000-08:002010-02-18T13:12:47.415-08:00Let's waste some time, I rather waste my with you.<div><div>When i first saw your smile the time stopped.</div><div>It's realy hard to explain, it' like being in heaven.</div><div>to me is worth more than eternity,</div><div>and i'll do whatever it takes to keep you smiling.</div><div>'Cause without it, all the days for me will be just black and grey</div><div><div>it's a shame! </div><div>I've been living all these eyars without a reason to smile.</div><div>and now that i found it, i can not let it go.</div><div>My little sunshine. </div><div><br /></div></div></div>Victória Grimaldihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07948480427295928970noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532297805376598855.post-14430574409087384472010-02-17T17:11:00.000-08:002010-02-17T17:26:00.307-08:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">No one can break a broken heart.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">No one can break the heart of a heartbreaker.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Maybe you already broke someone hearts.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And someone already broke yours.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">However everybody has a broken heart.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">So why continue to play the love game?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">My cards are on the table, I've got nothing to lose.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Make your move, but be careful.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">We're in Vegas, baby.</span></div></span></span>Victória Grimaldihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07948480427295928970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532297805376598855.post-21919757204499264242010-02-17T17:02:00.000-08:002010-02-17T17:11:28.148-08:00And when i opened my window today <div>I saw the stars falling down. </div><div>it seemed like the end.<br />But tomorrow i'll open it again, </div><div>and i'll see a new day coming to us. </div><div>Is funny see the things working, the world turning </div><div>and we continueing in the same position.</div><div><div>Just for tonight i'll stay being the same, </div><div>and then tomorrow there'll be no one to blame.</div></div>Victória Grimaldihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07948480427295928970noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532297805376598855.post-27691044343732315812010-02-17T14:47:00.000-08:002010-02-17T15:00:03.577-08:00<div><div>I can't not say if what i am feeling is right or wrong. </div><div>On the reality, i don't even know what i should be feeling. </div><div>I Could Say it several different ways.</div><div>But, you know me, i'm always chosing the worst.</div><div>So that's the reason I try to keep my mind clean and my mouth closed.</div><div>i'm not ready to let anyone come into my heart. </div><div>it's sad, and may can sound strange. </div><div>But what should i do?</div><div>i'm just following myself this time.</div></div>Victória Grimaldihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07948480427295928970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532297805376598855.post-78976837333030555902010-01-07T20:21:00.000-08:002010-01-07T20:23:15.768-08:00yes, i stole this one.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; ">Quando a gente sai de um relacionamento, parece que tudo vai de mal a pior. Seus amigos parecem que já não tem tanta graça, suas roupas já não te caem tão bem, as festas já não te chamam tanta atenção. Então começam a te dizer o velho clichezão: “Com o tempo tudo passa”. Na França, a frase sábia é: “O açúcar precisa de tempo para derreter”. Achei bem bonito. Por mais clichê que seja, convenhamos, é a realidade. Não há nada que o tempo não cure, coração partido que não se remende, saudade que não se amenize. E depois desse tempo – para alguns, dias; para outros anos ou décadas -, nossa memória fica tão seletiva que a gente começa ate a esquecer partes chatas daquela historia. É verdade as lembranças boas são sim as que ficam, por mais terrível que tenha sido o termino. Tem gente que prefere arrumar logo um substituto rapidinho porque ai a dor é menor. Pois vou te contar uma coisa: Não há nada como aprender que a melhor companhia é você mesmo. Não se trata de se isolar do mundo, se fechar em um casulo, mas de se sentir bem, gostar de ficar alguns minutos pensando e sem medo do que pode aparecer entre teus pensamentos. Portanto se eu pudesse vender um conselho, seria: Faça as pazes consigo mesma. Passeie, alugue um filme que você queira muito ver e assista. Em fim não deixe o romance mais bonitos de todos morrer; O romance que se deve nutrir com nossa alma. Então antes de amar o próximo, ame você.<br />(Por, Gabrielle Dias)</span>Victória Grimaldihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07948480427295928970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532297805376598855.post-23872376846791775292010-01-07T16:16:00.000-08:002010-01-07T16:27:18.515-08:00i'm leaving (:<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">ah não sei muito bem sobre o que eu quero escrever. Então eu simplesmente vou escrevendo e veremos no que vai dar. -há</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Enfim estou viajando amanhã iháá! Bom, na verdade amanhã eu vou para São Paulo e aí Sábado estou deixando o Brasil. Vai ser bom por um lado, ter uma folguinha desse país, dessa gente e de tudo mais que anda me fazendo muito mal por aqui. Não sei muito bem o porque mas eu estou vendo essa viajem como um recomeço, sabe? Alguma coisa dentro de mim me diz que vai ser muito boa e importante essa viajem pra mim. Acho que, ah não sei! Talvez eu esteja viajando de mais, mas eu penso que saindo do país eu vou esquecer uma certa pessoa, e. Quem me conhece entende. - risos.<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">É que está sendo tudo tão difícil pra mim! Não é fácil acordar, se olhar no espelho e falar 'ok, mais um dia para eu sobreviver' E ter que ver as mesmas pessoas, e ouvir as mesmas coisas, as mesmas criticas. Porque coisa boa, ninguém nunca fala. Estou esperando muitas coisas boas para esse ano. Mas esperar só não basta nada. Então estou me esforçando ao meu máximo para poder ter uma vidinha mais digna. Porque do jeito que está é lastimável. Ninguém merece sofrer desse jeito. E ninguém merece esse meu sofrimento. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Enfim, só vim mesmo para atualizar. Quem sabe eu não escreva mais até eu fugir dessa Pátria ''amada''. -q </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Então, aproveitem minha ausência e divirtam-se.</span></div>Victória Grimaldihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07948480427295928970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532297805376598855.post-71197718384539708822010-01-04T14:49:00.000-08:002010-01-04T15:37:34.073-08:00and I'm still waiting<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap; "><div>The spaces between my fingers are right here and were made for the perfect fit of your fingers. everything in this town reminds me of your perfect face, i'll do whatever it takes to see you coming back to me. I know it can take some time and won't be as easy as I thought but it really doesn't matter. It's amazing what can I do for love. or better, for you my love. I'll keep waiting for you,on that same old square. drinking some coffee and smoking a cigarette. no matter how much it hurts, no matter how much it kills me. I will continue to carry out your wishes, I do not regret to have them done. also you know, i would do it all again for you</div></span>Victória Grimaldihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07948480427295928970noreply@blogger.com0