Diário de Ilusão: Ilusão é algo que aparenta mas não o é.

Algo que se assemelha a algo que na verdade não passa de confusão.

Confusão da minha cabeça.

Confusão da sociedade.

Comportamentos padrão não são adoptados por ninguém e todos esperam que hajam dessa forma.

Não estarão a tornar-se os comportamentos anormais em norma?

Sendo assim, mudam os comportamentos padrão e tudo o que conheço se torna comportamento anormal.

Pronto, afinal a situação de um comportamento possa aparentar querer dizer isto, assim não o será.

Filósofos, Psicólogos, Sociólogos, Antropólogos e Afins: Dissertem sobre isto.

Façam-me compreender que eu não compreendo.

Justin Timberlake - What Goes Around... Comes Around

"Hey girl, is he everything you wanted in a man?
You know I gave you the world

You had me in the palm of your hand

So why your love went away

I just can't seem to understand

Thought it was me and you babe

Me and you until the end

But I guess I was wrong

Don't want to think about it

Don't want to talk about it

I'm just so sick about it

Can't believe it's ending this way

Just so confused about it

Feeling the blues about it

I just can't do without ya

Tell me is this fair?

Is this the way it's really going down?

Is this how we say goodbye?

Should've known better when you came around

That you were gonna make me cry

It's breaking my heart to watch you run around

'Cause I know that you're living a lie

That's okay baby 'cause in time you will find...

What goes around, goes around, goes around

Comes all the way back around

What goes around, goes around, goes around

Comes all the way back around

What goes around, goes around, goes around

Comes all the way back around

What goes around, goes around, goes around

Comes all the way back around

Now girl, I remember everything that you claimed

You said that you were moving on now
And maybe I should do the same

Funny thing about that is

I was ready to give you my name

Thought it was me and you, babe
And now, it's all just a shame

And I guess I was wrong

Don't want to think about it

Don't want to talk about it

I'm just so sick about it

Can't believe it's ending this way

Just so confused about it

Feeling the blues about it

I just can't do without ya

Can you tell me is this fair?

Is this the way it's really going down?

Is this how we say goodbye?

Should've known better when you came around

(should've known better that you were gonna make me cry)

That you were going to make me cry

Now it's breaking my heart to watch you run around'

Cause I know that you're living a lie

That's okay baby 'cause in time you will find

What goes around, goes around, goes around

Comes all the way back around

What goes around, goes around, goes around

Comes all the way back around

What goes around, goes around, goes around

Comes all the way back around

What goes around, goes around, goes around

Comes all the way back around

What goes around comes around

Yeah

What goes around comes around

You should know that

What goes around comes around

Yeah

What goes around comes around

You should know that

Don't want to think about it (no)

Don't want to talk about it

I'm just so sick about it

Can't believe it's ending this way

Just so confused about it

Feeling the blues about it (yeah)

I just can't do without ya

Tell me is this fair?

Is this the way it's really going down?

Is this how we say goodbye?

Should've known better when you came around

(should've known better that you were gonna make me cry)

That you were going to make me cry

Now it's breaking my heart to watch you run around

'Cause I know that you're living a lie

But that's okay baby 'cause in time you will find

What goes around, goes around, goes around

Comes all the way back around

What goes around, goes around, goes around

Comes all the way back around

What goes around, goes around, goes around

Comes all the way back around

What goes around, goes around, goes around

Comes all the way back around

[Comes Around interlude:]

Let me paint this picture for you, baby

You spend your nights alone

And he never comes home

And every time you call him

All you get's a busy tone

I heard you found out

That he's doing to you

What you did to me

Ain't that the way it goes

When you cheated girl

My heart bleeded girl

So it goes without saying that you left me feeling hurt

Just a classic caseA scenario

Tale as old as time

Girl you got what you deserved

And now you want somebody

To cure the lonely nights

You wish you had somebody

That could come and make it right

But girl I ain't somebody with a lot of sympathy

You'll see

(What goes around comes back around)

I thought I told ya, hey

(What goes around comes back around)

I thought I told ya, hey

(What goes around comes back around)

I thought I told ya, hey

(What goes around comes back around)

I thought I told ya, hey

[laughs]

See?

You should've listened to me, baby

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahBecause

(What goes around comes back around)

[laughs]"

Adoro a música. Adoro a mensagem.

Adoro poder dizer que os meus comportamentos padrão são tão fáceis de prever.

Faço isto porque quero aquilo.

Detesto criar ilusões. Detesto acreditar em ilusões.

Detesto que me façam acreditar em ilusões.

Efeito boomerang é fatal.

Alexandre

(Este diário foi escrito 2 horas antes de sair de casa para o Canadá)
Diário da Falta (de um mês que passou):
Um mês, 30 dias. Ou 31. Ou 28 como este.
Também pode ser 29 num ano mais comprido.
Passou um mês desde que escrevi aqui e nada mudou.
Continuo o mesmo a pensar o mesmo, a não querer pensar no mesmo.
A minha ausência explica-se facilmente com uma palavra: Falta.
Falta de tempo.
Falta de vontade.
Falta de paciência.
Falta de ideias.
Falta de cabeça.
Falta-me falar de outras faltas que me fazem falta.
Mas estou aqui porque apesar das faltas, sinto falta de escrever.
Tive canções que marcaram os dias, mas deixá-las aqui seria tarefa impossível.
Tantas e tão diferentes.
Para hoje, escolhi uma apropriada para os meus voos.

John Denver - Leaving on a Jet Plane

"All my bags are packed
Im ready to go
Im standin here outside your door
I hate to wake you up to say goodbye
But the dawn is breakin
Its early morn
The taxis waitin
Hes blowin his horn
Already Im so lonesome
I could die

So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that youll wait for me
Hold me like youll never let me go
cause Im leavin on a jet plane
Dont know when Ill be back again
Oh babe, I hate to go

Theres so many times Ive let you down
So many times Ive played around
I tell you now, they dont mean a thing
Every place I go, Ill think of you
Every song I sing, Ill sing for you
When I come back, Ill bring your wedding ring

So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that youll wait for me
Hold me like youll never let me go
cause Im leavin on a jet plane
Dont know when Ill be back again
Oh babe, I hate to go

Now the time has come to leave you
One more time
Let me kiss you
Then close your eyes
Ill be on my way
Dream about the days to come
When I wont have to leave alone
About the times, I wont have to say

Oh, kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that youll wait for me
Hold me like youll never let me go
cause Im leavin on a jet plane
Dont know when Ill be back again
Oh babe, I hate to go

But, Im leavin on a jet plane
Dont know when Ill be back again
Oh babe, I hate to go"

Faltam 2 horas para sair de casa.
Volto em sete dias.
Volto para casa, não sei se aqui também volto em sete dias.
Depende das faltas que tenham a maior força.
Falta-me escrever tanta coisa.
Outro dia.
Deixa-me viajar.
Mergulhar a imaginação nas cataratas do Niagara.
Voltarei para breve.
Novas ideias. Frescas. Talvez frias.
Geladas? Mais ainda? LOL


Alexandre