Mariposo: Drawers of my cat
Mariposo: Drawers of my cat
Achei este texto muito bacana.Mais engracado é o fato que sempre entre dois parceros, um é mais organizado que o outro...Com meu parcero, acontece a mesma coisa...eu estou organizando e ele deixa tudo uma bagunça...hahaha. já imprimiu e mostrou para ele! Alias, eu sempre acreditei que arrumando seu espaço tem reflecção a sua vida. Quando me senti mal, sempre um bom remedio, era reorganizar meu espaço pessoal. Meu quarto funciona como extenção do mi mesmo, limpando e arrumando meu quarto é como limpando minha alma da sujeira acumulado do dia dia.
I remeber some time ago, I realized that I had lost the loving feeling for someone when I started to clean up our at the time common house, and I felt that house as some foreigner´s house. I forced my self to clean it up, but at some point I stopped and realized that what I fellt yesterday for that man and that house belonged to the past. I could accept the loss in my head. How my heart stoped to desire that person and his ouse full of our common life in years.
It was a strong sign for me that I had to move forward.
I advice you to reconsider the way you seal with your surouning space, leaving a mess in your room, probably you do the same in personal life, in your work. etc...
It is an unconcious thing really....
Achei este texto muito bacana.Mais engracado é o fato que sempre entre dois parceros, um é mais organizado que o outro...Com meu parcero, acontece a mesma coisa...eu estou organizando e ele deixa tudo uma bagunça...hahaha. já imprimiu e mostrou para ele! Alias, eu sempre acreditei que arrumando seu espaço tem reflecção a sua vida. Quando me senti mal, sempre um bom remedio, era reorganizar meu espaço pessoal. Meu quarto funciona como extenção do mi mesmo, limpando e arrumando meu quarto é como limpando minha alma da sujeira acumulado do dia dia.
I remeber some time ago, I realized that I had lost the loving feeling for someone when I started to clean up our at the time common house, and I felt that house as some foreigner´s house. I forced my self to clean it up, but at some point I stopped and realized that what I fellt yesterday for that man and that house belonged to the past. I could accept the loss in my head. How my heart stoped to desire that person and his ouse full of our common life in years.
It was a strong sign for me that I had to move forward.
I advice you to reconsider the way you seal with your surouning space, leaving a mess in your room, probably you do the same in personal life, in your work. etc...
It is an unconcious thing really....
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posted by alximist at
8/13/2006 10:14:00 PM
4 Comments:
Τώρα δηλαδή τί θέλεις να μου πεις, ότι επειδή το σπίτι μου είναι μπουρδέλο, κάπως έτσι είναι και η σχέση μου; Τα τελευταία 17 χρόνιαααααα;;;;
Oh mon dieu!!!!
(αμ πως, μόνο εσύ είσαι πολύγλωσσος;)
:P
Κοιτα να δεις, από το λίγο που σας είδα, μια χαρά τα έχετε βρει...
Οπότε αγνοείς το όλο άρθρο! Αλλά προσωπικά το πιστέυω πολύ ότι το περιβάλλον επιρεάζει. Για μένα είναι περισσότερο μια μέθοδος να βάζω τα πρα΄γματα μέσα μου και έξω μου σε τάξη. Αυτό δεν σημαίνει ότι το δωμάιτο μου δεν είναι άνω κάτω! χεχε απλά ο Ντανιελ είναι χειρότερος(με διαφορά!)..¨Οπότε τύπωσα το κειμενάκι και του το έδωσα να το διαβάσει. Το ενέκρινε και το κρεμασε σε εμφανές σημείο στην ντουλάπα...αποτέλεσμα? Δεν άλλαξε τίποτα, απλά υπάρχει ενα χαρτί στην ντουλάπα..χαχαχα
άσε που το είδε η υπηρέτρια την επομένη, και νόμισε ότι το άφησα εκεί για αυτήν, και τακτοποίησε όλη την ντουλάπα στην εντέλεια...χαχαχα :Ρ
Οπότε κάτι άλλαξε -για 1 μέρα
Μου ΄δωσες τεράστια ιδέα. Θα το κολλήσω στην ντουλάπα του Καλτσό και δεν θα πω κουβέντα. Θα νομίζει ότι με το μπάχαλο που συμβαίνει εκεί μέσα, η σχέση μας βαίνει στην καταστροφή!
(ρε την καημένη την υπηρέτρια)
:P
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