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Indigo Freedom: March 2008
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Monday, March 31, 2008. Os habitantes de Maliaño não conduzem como as pessoas normais. Já fui quase atropelada em passadeiras, mais do que uma vez. E se pensarmos que só tenho de caminhar 5 minutos do hotel para a empresa, ficam com uma ideia de como a coisa é séria. Sunday, March 30, 2008. Permaneces uma incógnita para mim…. Quero perder-me nas tuas palavras ,. Esquecer que o tempo existe. E abraçar-te, sentir o teu silêncio. Sentir as tuas mãos, saber o que escondes. Saber o quanto sabes de mim.
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Indigo Freedom: May 2008
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Sunday, May 18, 2008. My I watches me peacefully. Fighting my demons with despair. As the world keeps on turning. This drama keeps my fire alive. I stare back at my I. And surrender to her smile. I can't stay depressed for too long. And you will hear your wings growing. In the midst of what you call destruction. Is the fuel for creation. All we needed was a good earthquake. Thursday, May 1, 2008. I know this smell. I've missed it for ages. Wondering if it would still be there. I know your eyes.
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Indigo Freedom: April 2008
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Tuesday, April 22, 2008. Sweet and Sour and Sweet. Is there anything beautiful that isn't. At the same time. Just like the rain. The scissors of fate. Monday, April 21, 2008. Life would be much easier without ties. So much easier without this tie on my neck. Why, why this need to tie me up? You think I'm just being stuborn. You can't see how hard it is for me. Just to stand next to you. You can turn love into the hardest thing. I can't live without you. But still it is easier than living. I love you and I.
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Indigo Freedom: When
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Monday, April 21, 2008. I love you and I. Hate you so much. Hate the lack of space. Too much space of no space at all. Will you take me before I'm ready. Give me children before I'm ready. Will I die before I lived? You're never there anymore. I wonder where you are. I wonder where I am. Wonder why I'm still wondering. Labels: Contos e devaneios. Sweet and Sour and Sweet. Winter of Spring/Spring of Winter. Youre Not the One. The World is Changing. Spark in the Night Lullaby.
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Indigo Freedom: December 2007
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Wednesday, December 19, 2007. There is a place, a secret place inside of me. There is a being, a mysterious being, living quietly in that place. Sometimes he goes away, I don’t know very well why. I just happen to go there for a visit and he’s gone. It’s so cold and lonely without him there… I feel empty. Lost. Mediocre. He understands everything so well, so much better than I do… And yet he looks at me with the eyes of an innocent child. Oh, life doesn’t make any sense without Sara! Sara likes being alo...
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Indigo Freedom: The One
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Friday, November 20, 2009. I want to give you my time. I want to give you my heart (oh where is it? I want to give you a moment if that's all I have. But let it be filled with myself. I want to give you The One. Not an empty me. I want to give you that moment. The real one, the true one. Spark in the Night Lullaby. Awesome Inc. template. Powered by Blogger.
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Indigo Freedom: January 2009
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Tuesday, January 6, 2009. Sometimes we're prisioners of our own freedom. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Sometimes were prisioners of our own freedom. Spark in the Night Lullaby. Awesome Inc. template. Powered by Blogger.
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Indigo Freedom
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Tuesday, January 6, 2009. Sometimes we're prisioners of our own freedom. Sometimes were prisioners of our own freedom. Spark in the Night Lullaby. Awesome Inc. template. Powered by Blogger.
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Indigo Freedom: The Breeze
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Thursday, May 1, 2008. I know this smell. I've missed it for ages. Wondering if it would still be there. When I decided to turn around. I know your eyes. I know the words in the wind. The fresh air in my face. Gosh, I've missed you so much. I want to cry in your arms. Embrace me, feed me. Don't ever leave me again. Spark in the Night Lullaby. Awesome Inc. template. Powered by Blogger.
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Indigo Freedom: Fire of Destruction
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Sunday, May 18, 2008. My I watches me peacefully. Fighting my demons with despair. As the world keeps on turning. This drama keeps my fire alive. I stare back at my I. And surrender to her smile. I can't stay depressed for too long. And you will hear your wings growing. In the midst of what you call destruction. Is the fuel for creation. All we needed was a good earthquake. Spark in the Night Lullaby. Awesome Inc. template. Powered by Blogger.