Saudade

sau·da·de
souˈdädə/
noun
  1. a feeling of longing, melancholy, or nostalgia that is supposedly characteristic of the Portuguese or Brazilian temperament.

Uma das coisas que mais sinto falta nesses tempos é ligar para minha vó e conversar. Não, ela não faleceu, ainda está viva mas não tem condições de conversar como nós fazíamos. Acho que se ela pudesse escolher viver assim ou ser pózinho de estrela, não tenho dúvida que ela já seria estrelinha, mas esse é outro assunto e bem complexo…

Eu ligava para ela quase todo dia, só para papear mesmo. As vezes tinha algo para contar para ela ou alguma coisa engraçada que eu sabia que ela ia rir bastante, outras vezes eu só estava me sentindo triste e falar com ela mudava meu humor na hora.

Agora já perdi a conta de quantas vezes pego o telefone para ligar para ela e conversar, para ouvir a voz dela, para ouvir ela rindo e dizer para ela o quanto eu sinto falta e quanta diferença ela fez na minha vida. Mas como sabe, as vezes o cérebro é meio babaca, eu tenho essa coisa de “vou ligar pra vó” e um segundo depois eu lembro que eu não posso fazer isso mais.

Saudade

sau·da·de
souˈdädə/
noun
  1. a feeling of longing, melancholy, or nostalgia that is supposedly characteristic of the Portuguese or Brazilian temperament.

One thing that I miss the most in these days is to call to my grandma and talk to her. No, she is still alive but in no condition to talk as we used to. I think if she could choose live like that or be star stuff, I have no doubts that she would be star stuff, but this is another complex subject…

I used to call her almost everyday, you know, for chit chat. Sometimes I wanted to tell her something that have happened to me, or something funny that I knew she would laugh a lot or sometimes I was feeling sad and just talking to her would lift my mood instantly.

Frequently now I have this urge to get the phone and call her and have just some chit chat, hear her voice, hear her laughing and tell her how much I miss her and how much difference she made in my life. But you know, sometimes our brains are douche-bags, I just feel that “I’ll call Grandma” and one second after I remember that I can’t do it anymore.

 

I’m not lost

I stopped telling myself that I’m lost.

I’m not.

I’m on a road with no destination, I’m just driving with hope that I’ll find a place that I like and I’ll stay there.

I’m not lost, I’m on my way.
(Anonymous)

The hard task of get a feral sick cat

For the past week I was trying to get a feral cat that lives around us and seems to be very, very sick to take it to the vet. Well, after rent a big trap from the shelter, 3 cans of cat food, tuna and make the trap comfy, I just gave up.

I don’t know if the cat is too dumb or too smart to be catch. Maybe the dumb one was me. 😛

Be bold, be wild, til the end lil’ cat.