is the classical ballerina the dumb blond of dance or an ultimate nerd, the brain surgeon of movement? are they removed from reality or simply alienated?
years of painful pliés pointless posés promising promenades passé passés and can't barely walk now but it was beautiful then and it is beautiful now because is ephemeral because is trance-like mea-culpa inflicted to wash away your sins and make everything magical virginal unreal unattainable nobility so stupid from row Z
Only a couple of days and the so awaited fall weather is gone. I'm freezing cold. I haven't made pumpkin anything yet but I see Christmas stuff for sale everywhere. Leaping from one holiday to another and we're done with 2009.
Who is that one person that makes you realize what true goodness is?
Not necessarily sweet or warm-fuzzy-friendly, but just fair, compassionate and dignified. I'm lucky I recently came across one, and she is an inspiration, a reason to stand up tall despite all. I thank her for that.
Estava eu folheando na sala de espera, quando me dou conta de que Living is definitely the magazine for the wrinkled. Fechei de cara. Ainda que algumas propagandas tenham me interessado bastante.
Quando voce nasceu, eu, ja avariada pela vida, era essa versao de mim que e a unica que existe aos seus olhos. Entao a cada vez que seus olhos me olham, isso tudo e mais verdade e menos eu.
Onde desconto tudo isso? Em quem descarrego todos esses anos? Nestes 153 centimetros, oras. Depois nao sei o porque dessa dor lombar.
Feliz Aniversario pra mim. A chuva caiu durante o carrossel, mas foi legal.