Always here

Everywhere you’ll go I’ll be there

No matter what you do I’ll always care

You don’t have to play it strong

You don’t have to face it alone

I love you honey I’ll be here

Reach for me ‘cause I’ll be near

There’s nothing to fear

We'll make it all disappear

You think I don’t notice

You’re breaking in pieces

Pain takes over, hope gets lost

When is it going to stop?

Honey believe in me

We’ll get through this

You know no matter what

Babe I've got your back

Don’t let go, just hold on tight

I know it's feels bad

But don’t you turn your back

I’ll be your light in the dark night

I won’t let you drown

I’ll always be around

Everyday night and day

I promise I’ll make it allright

...

It’s like looking at a train wreck. Knowing it’s going to crash and there’s nothing you can do to stop it from happening. Watching you drowning… everyday a little bit deeper. Trying to reach you but always feeling I’m an inch too short. I try to get my head around in desperation to find where it all went wrong. Where we missed…

Don’t get. Do not get it.

I miss that little boy I grew up with, that feisty kid with a gentle smile. Where is he? What have you done with him? Will we ever get him back?

I look at you hoping to get a glimpse of him. But that sparkle in your eyes is harder to find everytime.

How to accept this is it? Why can’t you swallow that stupid pride and let the people that love you help you? Why does it always have to be a big deal? Why does it all has to be a part of a massive conspiracy where the whole world unites to push you down?

Will always wonder how much it really messed you up and how much it’s all just an excuse to screw up your own life and play the victim.

Look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t feel the love.

Man up and admit you know we care.

Unlike you believe none of us will ever give up. But there’s only so much people can do for you. It gets to a point that it’s up to you.

Endings and beginnings

To everything there’s a beginning and an end.

There’s no chance of running from it. That’s life.

To everything there’s an ending.

There’s no point of crying over it.

From everything that happens in your life you get something.

Grab it. Save it. Take it with you.

Don’t hate it because it’s over. Don’t denigrate what it was or the importance it had for you.

Embrace the change. Have the courage and the audacity to admit it was special and that hurts that it’s over.

Be wise. Know that things are never as we think they are.

Don’t get mad with the world. Don’t try to destroy what it was, what you had.

What happened happened and no one can take that away from you.

Learn to take the best of every single thing, the best of everyone that’s a part of your life.

Be oblivious to the rest. Figure if it’s worth the fight, the trouble, the pain.

If it is, then give it all of you. If it’s not just let it go.

Sometimes no matter how much we wish it would work it just doesn’t. Don't let it hold you bad.

You’re bigger than that. Greater than all that.

Keep in mind that sometimes an ending is just the start of a new beginning. You’ll get your happy ending too. 

“Don’t know how to take criticism without feeling hated”*

Cold feet. Doubts. Anxiety.

Support vs. pressure.  Pride vs. shame.

Mix of feelings running through my head.

It’s done now. Pretty much finished. But what to do with it? Where to take it?

I’m glad I wrote it, I never thought I could pull it off. These plots have been a part of my life ever since I remember. They’re very clear in my head but actually bringing them out had always seemed impossible.

I’m quite happy with the final result. It’s closer to it than I ever thought possible. It makes sense to me.  I know the characters I know their strengths and weaknesses, their fears, their pain. But will someone else get it? Why would people have any interest in these crazy stories I think about? I can’t write about unimaginable worlds, or fantasy or great heroes. I write about the (not so) simple everyday life, with relationships and obstacles we all have. Trivial stuff to some but an issue that fascinates me.

I don’t know who would get it. Not even I get myself at times, what goes through my head, how fast it goes and why.

I’m not good with criticism. I have a hard time hearing it at not taking it too personally. Especially with something like this, so personal, so special. It’s one thing to get it out of my head and put it on paper. That alone was a big challenge. Now, make it public? Putting it out there? Expose it? Not sure if I can go that far.

* Title by Idina Menzel – Penny

When there's nothing to get

Sometimes there’s no reason, no logic. It just comes and swipes you down. You don’t see it coming, you can’t get why it happened. You can spend hours looking back, rationalizing, trying to get it, but you won’t. It’s not fair, it doesn’t make sense. It hurt, breaks you apart. You’re left in tiny little pieces. Crying, wondering, why? You want to get back to what it was. You don’t want to believe it was all vain.

You’re having troubles believing that’s who he really was. You couldn’t be that wrong. Was it really just a game? How much of it was true? And you hate him but you love him. And you want to scream and hit him but you still wish he would just take you in his arms and tell you it was all just a nightmare. You go to sleep wishing the world will play it’s magic and everything will be fine again. You don’t even want it to be perfect anymore you just want it not to be gone.

How to survive this? How to recover? You toss and turn trying to understand where it all went wrong. You try to excuse him it’s too humiliating to be that naïve. You kick yourself down, you blame it on you too. Where did you fail? It’s unbearable to imagine this pain will last forever. No-one can understand how broken your heart feels. They tell you to move on but that seems so crazy. How can you ever believe again? What’s the point of going through all of it again? Everyone is saying it’ll get better, that eventually the pain will fade away. But when you’re so damaged inside that day sees never come. All you want to do is runaway and vanish, away from all the stares, away from all the pity. You just want someone to come and hold you like when you were a child and protect you from the world and reassure you you’ll be fine. Just someone that understands and that doesn’t try to fix it. Someone that gives you all the time and doesn’t try to push it. You don’t want to hear you’ll find someone else, because you don’t want anybody anymore. You just want that person to be quiet and hug you, so in spite all that happen you’ll feel a ray of love and hope.

First Song

Player turned in to a song ;)


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Lyrics: Me
Music and Voice: Marcos Mateus


Note: Big thanks to Marco.

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Now check the music version of this post here!

I don’t know what I’m writing

But I’ve got to let it flow

I can’t help but thinking

This is the only way to go

You've promised me the world

And I took your word for it

Then I saw you with that girl

And it just left me heartbroken

You look me in the eyes,

Tell me how much you love me

Then you go and fool around

When are you stopping with the lies?

Why did you fight for me?

Why did you make me believe?

If all you ever wanted

Was somebody to play with?

It hurts to be lied to

It’s humiliating to be cheated

But what really hurts the most

It’s when you have to stop believing

You had me by your side

And you just messed it up

So don’t you dare to come back

‘Cause I still have my pride

I loved you all along

I would have made you happy

So I hope you really think

That she was that much better

I wish you all the best

Even though you acted wrong

In the end it was just a test

And I’ll end it up that much strong

"Young homie (…) looking at life, like how did i get it wrong, life's too short gotta live it long"*

Once in a while your life gets crossed with a story that just touches you deep inside your heart. Not because it’s unique but because it represents what so many others had gone through and gives you a glimpse of hope.

Good people fall in the wrong path every day, some reject the people who want to support them others don’t have support at all. We see them every day on the streets, lost in the nights, we look at them, we may even take a second or two to pity them, but the next moment something more interesting comes along and we’ll forget them.

Can we make a change? Can we play that life changing part in someone’s life?

Do they have a choice? Is it all part of an evil and utterly twisted bigger plan?

How to understand it? How to fight for this people? How to help them without letting them taking advantage of you? What’s the right thing to do in these situations?

Is it ever fair to give up on someone? Though we all love these happy ending stories truth is that they only represent a small part of the reality. So what are we to do?

This is not just about one life. It consumes everyone that’s around you and that cares about you. People that will always have their lives limited because of you. People that will live in fear of getting that phone call…

I believe a fight like this is never over. There will always be temptations. There will always be something to push you down. And you’ll have to dig deep and fight hard so you won’t drown.

Some people get that one opportunity that can make the difference and change their whole lives. But it’s not enough to get it, you’ll have to take it!

* Title by Chris Rene – Young Homie

Note: Chris Rene is one of the contestants of the new X Factor USA. Check him out if you get a chance. Hope he’ll follow the pact and keep it strong.

It’s all in your hands. You have the power to change things. It’s not always easy, it’s not always fair but you can make a difference. It’s not about the life you were given it’s about what you chose to do with it.

Face it. Be strong. Try harder. Try to be happy.

Como explicar-te?

Because there are things you like, things you love and things that you simply cannot live without.

“Como explicar este jogo chamado Basketball?

Como explicar-te o que é amor se nunca vestiste a camisola da tua equipa?

Como explicar-te o que é prazer se nunca ganhaste um ‘clássico’?

Como explicar-te o que é a dor se nunca perdeste um jogo no último segundo?

Como explicar-te o que é carinho se nunca sentiste a bola com a ponta dos dedos?

Como explicar-te o que é solidariedade se nunca deste uma ajuda numa defesa individual?

Como explicar-te o que é poesia se nunca deixaste os teus adversários desorientados com um ‘crossover’?

Como explicar-te o que é amizade se nunca fizeste uma assistência?

Como explicar-te o que é pânico se nunca perdeste um jogo depois de estar a ganhar por 20 pontos?

Como explicar-te o que é morrer um bocado se nunca perdeste uma final?

Como explicar-te o que é esforço se nunca deste o máximo para recuperar uma bola?

Como explicar-te o que é egoísmo se nunca lançaste quando devias ter passado a um colega melhor posicionado?

Como explicar-te o que é arte se nunca inventaste uma assistência espectacular?

Como explicar-te o que é música se nunca cantaste para incentivar os teus companheiros?

Como explicar-te o que é o ódio se nunca perdeste a bola que resolveu o jogo?

Como explicar-te o que é a vida se nunca jogaste basket?”

(Autor Desconhecido)

Some things cannot be explained. Either you feel it or you don’t. So much of what I am today is because of my experience as a Basketball Player. I’m grateful that I’ve been giving the opportunity to live it all and still be part of this world. Wish everybody could share this kind of love for something.

That's what it is all about

It’s not about the power or the money or your possessions.

It’s not about being skinny and gorgeous and a fashion icon.

It’s not about your muscles, your hair and your ego.

It’s about what you do with all of that.

It’s not all about taking sides

It’s not all about being on top

It’s not all about winning

It’s all about life

It’s not what they do for you it’s about what you do for everyone else

It’s not what they give you it’s what you can learn from them

It’s not about what you disagree it’s about what unites you

It’s not about how different you are it’s about being equal

It’s not about agreeing with every choice they make it’s about support

It’s not about pleasing everybody it’s about knowing what you want

It’s not about being popular it’s about being loved

It’s not about being the center of attention it’s about being you

It’s not a matter of who’s the best

It’s not a matter of getting revenge

It’s not a matter of being perfect

It is just about owning your own self

“I've learned so much from my mistakes… I'm thinking of making some more” *

And why the hell not?

Mistakes are overrated. We take them too serious. We try so hard to get everything perfect all the time that we underestimate what we can learn from them.

I’m not saying you should not think before you act or deliberately misbehave. Those don’t count. But since mistaking is inevitable why shouldn’t we get the most out of it?

Life’s too short and if we spend the whole time moaning about where we messed up we are messing up again because we’ll be losing something better.

Most mistakes will lose significance with time and you’ll end up remembering them someday I wonder why you were so troubled by them before.

No-one can guarantee you what’s the right road to choose. So listen to your heart. Go with your guts. Take advice in consideration but filter what really matters. You and only you are responsible for your actions and your choices.

So think about it, make your calls and if it doesn’t work, just let it go. Complaining will take you nowhere.

* Title by Cheryl Cole

Can I?

I’m freezing up I’m scare to death 
It’s not worth the pain but I can’ help that

It’s so uncanny, so irrational

This fear I have of a greater fall

Can’t tame myself, what am I to do?

It takes over me so rapidly

I know I’ll regret if I let it win

But I can’t prevent, I’m caving in

Can I be feisty?

Can I be perky?

Show me how I can became

All that I never was

How to get that strength

When feeling so insecure

Wanna just hide in my bedroom

Where I am safe and sound

Why does it always

Has to come to this?

Why does it everything

As to come to the same end?

Can I be feisty?

Can I be perky?

Show me how I can became

All that I never was

People keep saying

Believe in yourself

But they don’t get

How hard it is for people like us

Would like just for one time

To know how it feels

To forget all the doubts

And fears and just enjoy it

But tell babe how I can reach it, tell me babe how I can have it…

Can I be feisty?

Can I be perky?

Show me how I can became

All I never was

Tumble

I’m tumbling and falling

Just trying to hang on

I’m frightened and scared

And want someone to hold me

I try to fight back

But it still tries to allure me

I want to let it go

I don’t think I can endure this

Tumbling and running and falling to pieces

Stumbling in thoughts I don’t want to hear

Sometimes I get caught up in my head

I just get lost in these thoughts

Wish I could scream and run instead

But I’m stuck inside my own mind

I stumble through this world

Walking between people

Watching them living their lives  

Wondering when it would be my turn

I’m working my butt off

I don’t want to drown

Keeping my head up high

And just try to survive

Tumbling and running and falling to pieces

Stumbling in thoughts I don’t want to hear

But I get caught up in my head

I just get lost in these thoughts

Wish I could scream and run instead

But I’m stuck inside my own mind

Will it ever be enough?

How much is enough? When do we know that we’ve asked enough, that we had our share?

Life should come with an user guide… where all the important details were just a few pages away. Or they (whoever they are) should’ve created a support line:

“Good Morning, you’re calling Life’s Technical Support. How may I assist you today?”

Where we could find specially trained people to give us accurate answers to our life’s dilemmas.  That would make it so much easier, wouldn’t it?

Sure, you can say that that would not be fun, that the point of it all is to take a risk, take a chance on people… but I don’t know…

Sometimes it just feels that we should know if it’s worth the fight, the pain, the hard work. And if we knew that we already had our share of love, joy, friendship, then we didn’t had to waste time with people that will only make us hurt.