#8 plant the days, early in the morning

somedays should be planted, early in the morning.
you should listen to the day first words and, if they're good, plant it immediately.
if before 10am a handsome french man invites you to dance, and before 11am a tall green eye portuguese tells you that you should loose up your hair cos it looks so good that way, you should plant that day.
doesn't really matter if right after that you break your favourite hand painted mug and spill all the coffee on your brand new sweater and when you try to clean the mess you end up breaking the mop, your day was planted before that.
and when by noon you decide to go downstairs to buy a new mop and you pass by the flower stand, do not resist, buy yourself a bouquet. and don't think that he used to buy you flowers, years ago, and you liked it so much, buy yourself the flowers. and then you get home and you find out that your flatmate bought you flowers you feel even better and you know that it was because you planted that day, from early morning and now you have the house full of flowers and compliments on your hair and silly dances in your feet and your life is the perfect place to live.

#7 oh please, let me put on my red shoes

you know that your life is good when a good looking stranger asks you if you want to dance with him before 10am

#6 no need to say

that you can take Caetano, but Chico is mine

#5 Dylan is mine

I'm better now.

Most of the pain is gone.

The sadness sometimes knocks on the door, mainly at the end of the day, after a picnic or a beer at the beach and then I miss us, but I don't miss you anymore. The flowers helped. The working out, the books, the friends, the family, taking pictures, going out, going out of the daily life you hated and still promoted... it's like you died, it's liking someone that doesn't exist anymore and making peace with it.  i still check your blog on random days and I see the pin-ups and the darkside of the moon and I think - he's dead, poor boy...

I get mad once in a while, but only once in a while and that's ok. it's only when I hear that your choise is Dylan. well, Dylan is mine. has always been. dead people shouldn't steal and you, music boy, sir, should know that.

but it's ok, Spring is still in the beggining, more flowers will bloom and my balcony will still be a perfect place for lunch and as long as nobody tells me that you're into Pulp again, or that your favourite song is Valsinha, I'll continue with my peace

#4 strawberries and flowers

two days ago i went to the fridge to treat myself with some strawberries and found out that 80% of them were already addled. that made me feel quite sad. flowers and strawberries should never be wasted, i think. since i couldn't send them to the garbage (what a terrible end for such a lovely thing) i shopped them really nice and put them on the flowers vases - seemed a better end - strawberries feeding geraniums.
yesterday night, went for my night cigarette in the balcony and saw a banana peel on one the vases - i guess my flatmate assumed we now feed our plants with fruit

#3 hey jude

because we all have sad songs and only we can make them better i do this exercise quite frequently. let the sad song into my heart and make it better.

so i took a sad chair and made it better

#2 things i do when i'm sad

 get the sketch book

 and the pencils and draw a flower, copy a poem

and then put it in your skin

and the flower and the poem and the sun outside just get in and then i'm not sad anymore