A Hug

I had some disagrements with myself and the world suffered, the beast everyone has in his heart woke up. Some friends ran away others stayed but got hurt, I tried to run away from them but it just hurt them more, but not as much as the beast inside me, I couldn't eat two days straight and slept a day long. Maybe there are other explanations but I do not care. I just wanted to ran away from myself and from my friends, I've choosen lonelyness.

But I made a mistake, but I don't acknowledge it as a mistake now. Imagine a horrifying monster that is confronted by a little girl, she opens her arms to hug him, the monster goes down on his knees crying, he could never in the world simply imagine how someone would ever hug him after what he as done. I feel exactly like that monster, but then....

I saw her coming trouht the door with wide open arms in my direction, with that shiny face of her's like a shine of a flower when the sun appears behind the clouds, I didn't move, she came near and nearer, and before she had been to close I just hugged her with my heart, I almost felt on the ground, I wish the time had stoped right on that moment. I wanted to apologize, I wanted to thank her, I had the world spinning around in my head, so confused I was.

But know I just want one hug as simple it just might be, but from you my little flower, I would even pay my life to get just another hug of yours. A movement so simple it can't be explained in just a few words, it would need thousands of books to describe it.

Toca

Peço as minhas desculpas mas ainda estou a preparar os tuneis da toca.

I apologize but I am still working on the preparations of the tunels from the hideout.

Ich bitte um vertzeiung aber ich arbeite noch an den tunels von der höle.

Zero é o ínicio

Há muitos motivos para levar um ser humano a criar um blog, ora eu crio um blog por falta de um único motivo que seja, ou talvez ate tenha alguma razão para tal no meu inconsciente, mas não me interessa procurar muito, ainda encontro coisas desagradaveis como ter-me esquecido de um encontro com uma jovem no dia anterior. Digo antes que tenho mais motivos para não o fazer, devido as minhas falhas linguisticas tanto no Português como noutra língua qualquer.

O zero é o ínicio, ora nem mais, podia começar o blog com gugugagas, ou com blablablas mas não vou, se eu tivesse mais ou menos a ideia do que iria escrever ja não começava do zero mas sim de um outro número qualquer dependendo das ideias que teria.

E como é o primeiro texto que escrevo com alguma intensão de ser escrito gostaria desde ja dar a minha nota pessoal para todos os que pela Toca passarem.

Caros colegas bloguistas ou para pessoas que por ca passem espero que gostem de ler ou admirar as ideias de um estupido jovem de 18 anos, que tem por dificil tarefa escrever umas coisitas.