Happy birthday to "our" man

If you want a lover
I'll do anything you ask me to
And if you want another kind of love
I'll wear a mask for you
If you want a partner
Take my hand
Or if you want to strike me down in anger
Here I stand
I'm your man

If you want a boxer
I will step into the ring for you
And if you want a doctor
I'll examine every inch of you
If you want a driver
Climb inside
Or if you want to take me for a ride
You know you can
I'm your man

Ah, the moon's too bright
The chain's too tight
The beast won't go to sleep
I've been running through these promises to you
That I made and I could not keep
Ah but a man never got a woman back
Not by begging on his knees
Or I'd crawl to you baby
And I'd fall at your feet
And I'd howl at your beauty
Like a dog in heat
And I'd claw at your heart
And I'd tear at your shee
tI'd say please, please
I'm your man

And if you've got to sleep
A moment on the road
I will steer for you
And if you want to work the street alone
I'll disappear for you
If you want a father for your child
Or only want to walk with me a while
Across the sand
I'm your man

If you want a lover
I'll do anything you ask me to
And if you want another kind of love
I'll wear a mask for you

Leonard Cohen

I hate it when life gets hard

“No true fiasco ever began as a quest for mere adequacy. A motto of the British Special Air Force is: 'Those who risk, win.' A single green vine shoot is able to grow through cement. The Pacific Northwestern salmon beats itself bloody on it's quest to travel hundreds of miles upstream against the current, with a single purpose, sex of course, but also... life”

Elizabethtown

We fight for meaning, all the time

Ninguém disse que ia ser fácil…
Mas quando voluntária e deliberadamente criamos obstáculos no caminho, começamos a perder o rumo.
Não podemos fazer tudo depender das grandes decisões.
Há pequenos passos que nos mudam.
Há decisões minúsculas com que nem sequer nos debatemos e, essas sim, implicam e vincam.

Nunca pensaram “Queria parar de crescer?”
O emprego que nunca é suficiente
A cidade que nunca nos dá tudo o que queremos
A vontade de mudar latente, constante
As pessoas que deixamos para trás
Aquelas que decidem para além de nós

Perdida?! Sim…
Sempre soube muito bem o que queria.
Perdi-me nas prioridades.

Queria que a vontade fosse leme.
Mas o que fazer quando já nem a vontade conhecemos?
Sei que quero agarrar a vida.
Desconheço como.