Leaving

She spent all the day in completely sadness. She woke up as well as possible, took a long shower, but when she took the bus to go to work, a call made her face transform. It was him.

"Hello, where are you?" - That voice... He was upset.
"I'm on the way. Will be with you in 30 minutes"
"30 minutes? What happened? Why are you so late?"
"I had a nightmare. Just this."
"And so you woke up later..."
"Yes, ... and now I'm going! Wait a few minutes..." - She tried to put some happyness in her words. Didn't work.
"Ok. (click)"

She definitely doesn't understand why he does those things with her. Why was he talking that way? HE was leaving in the next day, not she. What was the problem with him? If he doesn't wanted to stay without her, why did he buy that dawn plane ticket? Ok, was a gift, but, why didn't he refuse?

Well, that's it. He left 1 hour ago, and from now until monday she is alone. Ok, not alone at all, but a piece will be missing. In the actual circumstances he may think that doesn't mater, that is just another weekend. But she knows that it won't be. They had a cold farewell, and she is now thinking about this. In half an hour she's going to a date with a special guy, and she's almost, but not exactly, completely different from a good company today... What's she going to do now???

Thanks, he. You messed up all her life. Again.


Traduzindo e trocando em miúdos: O dia começou bem para ela, que de repente se lembrou que ia ser abandonada. Logo, seu dia foi por água abaixo e sua noite periga ser um desastre. What a life...

Janis Joplin - Leaving on a jet plane

Só pela diversão

Esta é uma brincadeira que eu tirei do blog do Augusto, que provavelmente nem me conhece, mas eu o conheço graças ao twitter... Já participei dela antes, mas foi em outro blog. É bem fácil e não leva mais que dois minutos:

1. Pega no livro mais próximo.
2. Abre na página 56.
3. Procura a quinta frase.
4. Coloca um post no teu blog com o texto e seguido destas instruções.
5. Não escolhas o teu livro favorito, o mais cool ou o mais intelectual: apenas o mais PRÓXIMO.

Por sorte, estou com um livro bem dentro da bolsa... Lá vamos nós:

"Sentia-se forte, sentia-se saudável. Pegou uma pá e jogou fora as correspondências inúteis vigorosamente." (Até mais, e obrigado pelos peixes - Douglas Adams)

Besos a todos