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A song:
sensualist Come see a movie , Villa Amalia, in which the protagonist sublime Isabelle Huppert - cries a lot and well.
sensualist himself happens to me a text telling me that things are going to crying :
"I will tell you three times with tears. As, fortunately, the disappearance of someone close has not yet touched me out of the grandfather or grandmother, they told me, for, three moments of tears that have nothing to do with death.
My favorite song on the spot to mourn :
FIRST TIME. February; southern summer: I'm on a bus - omnibus ; group - leaving from the area in Pocitos Montevideo (Uruguay) Carrasco Airport in Havana.
tears I've shed before, in a farewell which I do not know how I feel. I recovered, but another once, and stuck between two seats and surrounded by several bags and a bulky bag (oh, suitcase), I realize that I can feel attachment to a land that I just met and also a way of being warm cautious, generous, intelligent, kind and loving. That is when I do not know how I feel but you must be very strong. Love? Is it too much talk about love? Feel like breaking with the past? Afraid to break up with a life of stability? A certain desolation?
No: it is simpler than that. It is simple and plain confusion the I feel lost, or not know what to do with my life Another least we want is to get back to what I normally do , and a subsequent here could be better, but I'm not sure . Even a new here could enjoy a full emotional life .
As the bus crosses the alargadísimo but terminable Montevideo waterfront and envision that, once, that ride will come to an end, that, from one moment to another, will appear the airport terminal d and "Well," I expected a dark world of routine and little hope across the Atlantic, the tears do not stop falling hidden between peeks through the window and to passengers with luggage across oceans. Sniff .
not your fault that the world is so ugly
SECOND TIME. occurs a week later. I have known for years as a friend and companion with which have shared days and nights of intensive professional, friendly and fun and leisure. We have told shameful confessions, we have lived, many times, each one by his side experiences of neglect, ingratitude, coldness, upgrades, rewards, anguish, falls and recoveries.
When this subject and the subject of deep friendship gives life to a little person it looks like (full of grace, beauty and vitality could not be otherwise), the phone you leave recorded a congratulatory message will be recorded any of my hippie (vulgar sighs) while I invade the tears of joy: I spread the thought that mankind is fortunate to have a new resident who comes from a wonderful, beautiful, unique, ideal for someone to grow with love and courage.
After many tears, a song round:
THIRD TIME. Could not miss movie to cry to . Lately we have cried a little with Mamut a lot with Consul of Sodom and a lot with Nanny that we will not tire to recommend.
softness I confess: when, after two other women who did not withstand the situation, comes third maid - nana in Chile, to the sumptuous house dominated by the nanny who has spent his entire life there and when it is expected that this get any other maid overshadow, the third leaves emerge full capacity understanding and love?
I'll say: that word entreinterrogada can become real in the form of dedication and effort to understand the others. In those moments when you expect the rejection or confrontation, there is the touch inside and a willingness to listen. It's too much emotion that calls me saying "You have to be able to give more love" while talking to Lucy's character, then, BUAA.
The sound of tears, number one worldwide :
The conclusion is, however, that someone like that find me crying. Does it bother you? It may be distasteful whining. But what about you? I guess the loss of a close and I wanted to have done mourn. More sorpréndannos with other lloreras : Unrequited love? Sunrise or sunset unforgettable? "Running out of money (sic)? "In awe of a landscape? "First movie (what movie?) Listening to music (what music?)? Feeling of helplessness which situations? How? What they have forgotten the last time I shed tears? Remind
songs and movies in which I cried like muffins. Although they are songs by The Beatles (Do you know "Cry for a Shadow", "I'll Cry Instead" or some pearl double white?), Roy Orbison (valeee), Peret (for good), Eric Clapton (Ugh!), Diego el Cigala (oju!), Bob Marley (these look like me), Björk (increasingly less) , The Cu (t) re ... Dale : the issue is far from original in the world of song.
The Museum of Horrors: English version of "Le téléphone pleure"
Like Me mourn me when I mourn. It's much better to wait a cry not just going to a distress call. "
A film:
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