“People belong in your life by natural vibration, not forced will or expectation.” “Once you live a good story, you get a taste for a kind of meaning in life, and you can’t go back to being normal; you can’t go back to meaningless scenes stitched together by the forgettable thread of wasted time.”
Donald Miller, D., in A Million Miles in a Thousand Years

"We will never be the same again. But here's a little secret for you - no one is ever the same thing again after anything. You are never the same twice, and much of your unhappiness comes from trying to pretend that you are. Accept that you are different each day, and do so joyfully, recognizing it for the gift it is. Work within the desires and goals of the person you are currently, until you aren't that person anymore, and everything changes once again." 


“… here comes midnight with a dead moon in its jaw…” 
Jason Molina, lyric from “Farewell Transmission”, by Song: Ohia, from The Magnolia Electric Co. (Secretly Canadian, 2003)

Keep busy with survival.
Imitate the trees.
Learn to lose in order to recover, and remember
nothing stays the same for long,
not even pain.
Sit it out.
Let it all pass.
Let it go.

Sarton, M., (1912 - 1995) 

“You are mine in between sequences of code, in between time stamps and every time I pick up the phone. Find me in between bits of darkness developing in the back of your mind and rays of sunlight peeking through sections of your bicycle as you ride to work. Come back for me. Find me.”
Kistler, R. in Come Back

{random poetry #123}

relentless as the tarantula

they're not going to let you
sit at a front table
at some cafe in Europe
in the mid-afternoon sun.
if you do, somebody's going to
drive by and
spray your guts with a
submachine gun.

they're not going to let you
feel good
for very long
the forces aren't going to
let you sit around
fucking-off and
you've got to go
their way.

the unhappy, the bitter and
the vengeful
need their
fix - which is
you or somebody
in agony, or
better yet
dead, dropped into some

as long as there are
humans about
there is never going to be
any peace
for any individual
upon this earth or
anywhere else
they might
escape to.

all you can do
is maybe grab
ten lucky minutes
or maybe an hour

is working toward you
right now, and
I mean you
and nobody but

Bukowski, C., in You Get So Alone At Times That It Just Makes Sense

“Knowledge of each other,
not of the flesh but through the flesh,
knowledge of self,
the real him,
the real her,
in extremis,
the mask slipped from the face…”
Stoppard, T.  inThe Real Thing (1982)

a solidão de dois numa mesa.
a solidão de dois numa cama.
a solidão de dois, quando um só deles ama.
Gallego, V.