Ultimamente, tenho notado algo diferente. Que alias, é a única coisa que noto.
Por onde andará meu cérebro?
Meu grau de autismo está além das órbitas. Não contente com um universo paralelo, ando criando mais. E isso está consumindo todo meu tempo.
Porque quando volto ao normal.....TCHIBUM.....cadê eu?
Nãããããão SEI !!!!!!
Outra coisa que acontece, é a minha tosse. Conversando com um amigo, cheguei à conclusão de que estou tossindo meu cérebro.
A minha tosse não vem nada do pulmão............achei que pudesse ser sinusite. Que as coisas vem de cima.....mas pode ser o meu cérebro. Já que ando perdendo memória, inteligência e essas coisas que já não lembro mais...
Eu sei que a linha do meu pensamento se foi, mas foi bom dizer OI. ;)
A bientot.
Friday, September 18, 2009
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Just a clue...
"Where did you go? I've been missing you.
Where are you now? I just can't see.
Where do I look at? Are you still hiding under the bed as you used to? Or maybe behind the closet?
Are you outside? You used to love to just go outside and run free.
Baby, is it time to pick you up at school yet? Maybe I could help you today with your homework.
Do you remeber that special meal you were asking for? I'm gonna cook it tonight for dinner.
I hope it makes you happy.
Oh, I also got some new pair of shoes and a warm coat as winter is coming. It might fit you just perfectly. I got it on your favorite color, green....you love green, right?
Son ? My son? Can you hear me?....."
She strokes her face with her shaking fingers. Her face looks sad, it seems like she wants to cry.
"Where are you son?........."
She can't hear him, she can't touch him. She is not able to pick him up at school anymore. She goes everyday to see if he is there, but he is never there.
A pain smashes her chest, it seems like it's squeezing her heart so hard that she looses her breath. It's unberable living not knowing where her son is now. If she just had a clue...
"If I just had a clue....my son, my love. Why are you gone? Why ???.........Why to treat a mother like that? I'm still hoping......I'll never lose the faith. I'll find you, wherever you are my so dear son !"
And she waits...looking everywhere. Crying all her tears, shouting all her voice for his name, praying all the prayers to all the Saints and Gods, living every moment for a clue....just a clue...to her missing son.
"My missing son...where ever you are, never forget how much I love you. I always will...always..."
Where are you now? I just can't see.
Where do I look at? Are you still hiding under the bed as you used to? Or maybe behind the closet?
Are you outside? You used to love to just go outside and run free.
Baby, is it time to pick you up at school yet? Maybe I could help you today with your homework.
Do you remeber that special meal you were asking for? I'm gonna cook it tonight for dinner.
I hope it makes you happy.
Oh, I also got some new pair of shoes and a warm coat as winter is coming. It might fit you just perfectly. I got it on your favorite color, green....you love green, right?
Son ? My son? Can you hear me?....."
She strokes her face with her shaking fingers. Her face looks sad, it seems like she wants to cry.
"Where are you son?........."
She can't hear him, she can't touch him. She is not able to pick him up at school anymore. She goes everyday to see if he is there, but he is never there.
A pain smashes her chest, it seems like it's squeezing her heart so hard that she looses her breath. It's unberable living not knowing where her son is now. If she just had a clue...
"If I just had a clue....my son, my love. Why are you gone? Why ???.........Why to treat a mother like that? I'm still hoping......I'll never lose the faith. I'll find you, wherever you are my so dear son !"
And she waits...looking everywhere. Crying all her tears, shouting all her voice for his name, praying all the prayers to all the Saints and Gods, living every moment for a clue....just a clue...to her missing son.
"My missing son...where ever you are, never forget how much I love you. I always will...always..."
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