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Inesperado
De certo, nĂŁo era certo todo aquele amor que um dia jurei por ti.
De certo, nĂŁo era certo o eterno sofrimento que pensei que passaria depois de ti.
De certo, nĂŁo era certo que um dia enxergaria as coisas boas que vocĂȘ deixou em mim.
De certo, nĂŁo era certo que conseguiria seguir em frente sem ti.
De certo, Ă© incerto o que ainda estĂĄ por vim.
- Matheus Cerqueira de Araujo
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Pessoa que eu gosto: Oi, tudo bem?
Eu: Oi, tudo sim e com vocĂȘ?
Minha mente: Seu idiota! Quem responde alguém que gosta assim????
â Matheus Cerqueira de Araujo
Filho: Nunca mais vou me apaixonar por ninguém! Ninguém me ama e eu só me machuco!
Pai: Quando vocĂȘ estava aprendendo a andar de bicicleta vocĂȘ nĂŁo caia e se machucava?
Filho: Sim...
Pai: E vocĂȘ desistiu de aprender a andar de bicicleta?
Filho: NĂŁo...
Pai: EntĂŁo! Com o amor Ă© a mesma coisa! VocĂȘ nĂŁo pode desistir de amar, sĂł porque vocĂȘ tentou algumas vezez e acabou nĂŁo dando certo.
Filho:...
Pai: O amor Ă© que nem aprender a andar de bicicleta, vocĂȘ pode se machucar algumas vezes no processo, mas com isso vocĂȘ vai adquirindo um aprendizado, atĂ© que vai chegar uma hora que vai dar certo.
Filho: Obrigado pai, vocĂȘ Ă© demais!
- Matheus Cerqueira de Araujo
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How is the right time important for love? Why are people in love often apart? Why is caring so underrated? Why does age difference feels inconsistent at times? Why is this feeling of craving someone so intoxicating? Why do signals have to be so confused and unclear? Why does all the week become meaningless if I know I won't be seeing you? Why the fuck is everything so messed up?
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My Mind on Love
My mind on love. Â I am quite the stubborn person, I know what I want and I will do anything to get it. Â
Love, to me, should be something that you know in your heart is right. Â Sometimes it takes a couple tries to figure out the difference between heart and head but I guess that's just part of life.
First of all, you don't have to be completely alike. Â Differences are good in relationships, they leave room for silly arguments. Â At the same time, you don't have to be polar opposites either. Â Finding someone that is the right fit is something that only you can determine, no one knows your heart better than you, until you find someone that truly loves you, then they just might be able to compete with you.
That's probably one of my favorite things about TJ, we don't always agree. We have different interests and different opinions. Â Finding someone that can deal with how stubborn I am, let alone love me even more for it.Â
Love is a funny thing, that's for damn sure.Â
More later though!!!!!
PEACE
Jessie
Ella lo empezĂł a querer mas, cuando el ya la querĂa menos.
EXOTIC MALAWIAN GIRL
Her Exotic Malawain origins lurred me out my comfort zone. Got my mental scratching beneath the surface of her Chewa accent, venturing my way to her metaphysical pressence. Safe to say, I was infact searching for her essence, yearning for more than just an occassional fling... This had to be the real thing, realer than the dusty illusions driven by boogy pretense. But her eyes never lie... Opened the windows to her soul and got myself hypnotized... Jolted into a spasm of the mind so sublime, I couldn't begin to even describe it in a rhyme. She's a beautiful African blend. Her body language poises like a foreign riddle... Like hey diddle diddle come watch the cats play the fiddle when she steps up to take her place on the throne, heiress to the African sands. Routinely her peaceful aura drifts about nourishing the land of my seesawing emotions. She must be heaven's epiphany, the manner in which she leers my way got me deep in thought; thinking about my solitary ways and how she kissed the loneliness away. Got me lingering on her sweetness... nectarine/prune juice? Just can't put my finger on it... Exotic Malawian Girl, nothing like a trend, her innocence I followed out the dingy confined spaces of my enigmatic young mind back to cultured roots; Afrocentric. Like the soulistic native rhythm of the conga drums, my heart pulsates to the Afropolitan vibes scintilated by the tone in her voice; recollecting my being from the diaspora, bringing me closer to home as my sanity finds comfort on my pillow cases once again... Exotic Malawian Girl, I had to write you this poem just to let you know... Ndimakukonda.
