While she cried he laughs.

She spoke, he did not hear.

She suffered, he nor bound.

He lie, she believed.

She smiles pra his, he laughs at her.

She wanted serious thing, he only wanted to have fun.

She believed everything that he said, he said the same for all.

She always wanted for, he only for a moment.

She delivered himself, he refused.

She spoke: I love you, he only smile….

She wanted to his side to be and he wanted a moment to play…

In the end, he discovered that she was ONLY and she discovered that he was only plus one…

Author Unknown

Lonely, lonely and confused.

Because the heart insists want something that the reason don't to?

Because we can not choose who fall in love?

Here I quote one of my poetry:

Parts of the life

Where they were acting

The romantic scenes

They were so real,

At least part of it, knew it was.

When hugged it he kissed and it,

And said "I love you",

It arrived to think that could be true

And people were emotion

They beat palms

But the curtains are closed and he was once again be like before,

As if nothing had happened

And she, in hard reality,

Went to live another life.

Sheila Wayszceyk

Why the world is this way?

Has hours that I hate my life, the simple fact that I can not change that.

I would be all that different.

Our country don't go looking forwards because of our laws, which protect the villain.

Imagine how many people afraid to leave home, or even to stay at home?

Small districts, small towns like mine, are already becoming dangerous.

As was said before that all people are losing hope of a better world.

Most people can't expose their feelings.

Sometimes I want to win these politicians.

But now I can not do anything, I just pray why I must believe that one day all this will change.

And to start...

Helooooo bloguers. I came back. And this time is to stay. Ok, ok, we will not be losing time. And to open the blog beginning with the theme: "What is the meaning of life?"
The meaning of life is LIVING.
All seek an meaning to his life, many end up finding a meaning, others do not have the patience to try.

The answers are many. For many the meaning of life is God, for others is the very human being, some still believe that is meaningless.

With the Second World War, the human being no longer believe in any sense. This is because of atomic bombs, misery, hunger, inequality, injustice. Raised also the index for people who do not believe in God. With that depression and anxiety took its place. People do not believe in a better world, they had tired to be circumvented.

Many say that I have no feeling. But it is not true. I have feelings, but for real things that exist. Realistic, yes, and then? I tired to live in my world delighted, woke! And now I am seeking the real meaning of my life ...

I'm sorry.

But I am not have time or patience to post.

I ask only one time.

Maybe one day yet again.

Thank you for those who read.

Happy

I understand why you're looking for tears in my eyes

And trust me they were there, but now the well has been dry

I was in so deep but couldn't get out

I sat on feelings that I buried you down

I knew there'd come a day when our paths would cross

And I'm glad it's today cause now I am strong

I'm happy and I can thank myself

If it were up to you I'd be in my bed crying

But I'm happy and I know that makes you sad

After all the things you put me through

I'm finally getting over you

I'm happy, I'm happy

There's a reason why we met, and I'm glad that we did, yeah I am

But when we broke up I got back a part of me I really missed

Not saying that you brought me down all the time

There were moments I lived without light on my side

I'm happy and I can thank myself

If it were up to you I'd be in my bed crying

But I'm happy and I know that makes you mad

After all the things you put me through

I'm finally getting over you

All the bitterness has passed

And I only wish you someone who can do what I can't

I'm happy and I can thank myself

If it were up to you I'd be in my bed crying

But I'm happy and I know that makes you mad

After all the things you put me through

I'm finally getting over you

(Hilary Duff)

Hello bloggers,

I am sorry but those 3 days was no time to post.

But I will reward.

I will make a short summary of those days...

Saturday, the theatre was not what I expected, went to a pot of tea intediante.

None of interesting happened that day.

On Sunday we made bean here at home, with my coined as a guest.

Then we visit a site of the friend of my father.

I hate site.

I think it should be a trauma of childhood.

On Monday, the boring class ever.

I am impressed to see how the falsehood in this world increases.

People need to be supported because they are lonely too.

But everything in life has a price. And the girl paid. She thought it would be out well. She was wrong.

Does your mother know everything we do? On the way not.

I am sorry for you.

At least one news makes me happy.

Today, Tuesday, has no class.

Amém! Later step here to post more on one day's lone girl, full of dreams.