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I begin to feel the nostalgia can be as physical. I have to go back to Lisbon without slowing much, because it is becoming a necessity. As I have of snuff. I have mono Lisbon. And it almost a year ago and I am not.

The first time I went to Lisbon, I fell in love with the city. Surely it was because in a study tour to other things that you feel the pulse of a city, which merge with it. Just want to drink and have fun. What I did, of course. Besides, we were too busy fulfilling a hectic schedule, see the Expo and surrounding areas to spend more than a day tour. There I met the "Lisbon lies," the tourist. That does not love anyone, would be very foolish.
I went to Lisbon
25. I already know the story, go I have not counted thousands of millions of times, the famous concert Banda Eva. But this time I reconciled Lisbon, made peace, we knew intimately, we accept and we fell in love. That love has meant that, when I returned, I comprote Alfacinha I like and it open, I welcome them into the streets and fell in love in every corner.

I love Lisbon. I do not like the sights. I love places off the beaten path. Like Rato, and sitting on the Jardim das Amoreiras. I love the Amoreiras shopping center, I think the less shopping shoppping the world, the more comfortable. I like the terrace of Portugalia the Cais do Sodré. I like the Twin Towers and its Pastelaria mini mall, do one of the best salads I've tasted in my life. I like to walk calmly through the Avenenida Liberdade. I like walking around Lisbon. I like not having a place to go and get lost there, nothing more. I like the metro.

Some people say it is the perfect city for love. I disagree. Lisbon has never seemed a vivid love, but rather, its decadent soul makes it perfect for remembrance and nostalgia of past loves. Fado is a woman, with sad eyes, no longer cries for what he lost. And that's where I am, I balance, I see, I recognize and I surveyedNTER alone.

no place in the world where I feel as I do, where women make me more calm, more reflective, as in the streets. And so I have to go back, again and again. Reconnect with her and me. And a year ago almost to have visited her, and I begin to feel that need. It is essential to return. Because it is difficult to love in the distance and need to revive it with frequent meetings

Cholesterol More Condition_symptoms I think I need to go to Zara ...

I have been thinking and I realized that I need to go to Zara . Yes, again. Yesterday I was looking critically my clothes and I found that I have nothing to wear. That happens to me constantly, my friends say that although I have all the clothing in the world, never find anything to wear. But a positive development, this time it really is, because I know why. I noticed my clothes critically and have come to a conclusion: I have nothing to wear because I have nothing of the style that I bring. I have seen the light.

my clothes, I normally use, I mean, is divided into three groups: business suit and the like to go to work, clothes do not go to work, or dresses and shirts teenager over anothercleavage and mini thing, and cowboys. And, thinking about it, I concluded that when I'm not working, do not wear the right look for my age. That is, I have 27 years, could be as a respectable mother, okay, I'm not, but it should. I need that look "under-but-informal" paean of celebrities when their children through the park. The look that lady. I can not pull my life copying the dress she wears Ivete Sangalo in version shows a little stuffy for my daily life. I have an age. The Cowboys used, but I think I also need shirts, rib and stuff. And blouse. And smarter things. I can not go Colcci. Oops, late afternoon. I bought another top, green escity is mine

My friends do not understand me. With 27 years I can not wear a teenager, I have to change its image. I know I have my reason

Okay, is it not normal to worry about as others see you and your look? My God, and this afternoon I left and I have nothing to wear ...

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... will have reason. I'm finally on vacation, the time lag can not wait. I finally got rid of my apartment and my landlord. Finally I copied all the poems in the book (minus the two who posted the blog for two minutes, but is that magic still do not) Finally I've lost the kilos that I found disturbing.

And I'm fucked.

Yes, I'm screwed. Sad. Depression.

not ask me why, what bothers me most is that I DO NOT KNOW.

Well, one thing I do know.

want to go back to the office. Outside the office I'm like a fish out of water. I miss the Veci and the Baby, although you left yesterday. I hate to leave the floor because my Veci becomesand in my ex-Veci. I do not know what to do with my free time.

I am. I'm fucking rare