The feeling of obligation is something that is common in most relationships. I know that I've been through it and now that I look at it, it was because of that feeling that I was hurt the most. I gave so much that I can never get back and I regret that so much. I just didn't want to lose her. I still don't understand the feelings that I felt, as well as the reason why I did some of the things I did, but I guess some things are suppose to remain a mystery.
This poem is dedicated to a special girl I have recently met. It is not forbidden to dream! The rough walk of the humankind was paved throuhg dreams of those who insist in believing in their impossible ones. Thanks to Liza Marie for the inspiration.

MY BELOVED SWEATHEART
Why do I smile at the sound of your voice?
Why do I let you take over me as if I had no choice?
Why do I let you touch me in places never touched?
Why do I like to have you around so much?

Why do I melt at the tenderness of your kiss?
Why do I feel like I could live forever like this?
Why do I put my heart in your hands?
Why do I answer to your every demand?

Why do I tell you leaving me is not your wrong?
Why do I let you know with out you I'm not quite as strong?
Why do I take you back even though I know it's not right?
Why do I feel like I should please you by not putting up a fight?

Why do I care about you even though you hurt me?
Why do I turn my head from what's plain reality?
Why do I try to hide from what is true?
Why do I still have these feelings for you?

UFA!!!! Acabou o Congresso!!!!!
Depois de tantos sobressaltos e noites mal dormidas, finalmente acabou o XXI Congresso da Sociedade Brasileira de Computação.
Apesar de tudo, entre mortos e feridos se salvaram todos. Não extraviamos nenhum congressista (apesar do cagão do Eduardo faltar me deixar louco) eu consegui me salvar. Minha pressão medida hoje no exame do Detran pra renovar a carteira de habilitação deu 14x9 e o coração palpitando, o que fez a doutorinha linda que me atendeu perguntar porque razão de tanta ansiedade.
Valeu por tudo e muito obrigado a Jane,a Gabi, a Rosana e suas tarifas de 6.000 reais ao "bambi" do Antoin Jusé e ao Ph.D Flávio Wanderley "Boschilla" ah! ia esquecendo do Eduardo que vai dormir sonhando com o Gilberto Lacerda, George Dupas, Maria Elenita etc, etc...
Amanhã cervas geladas e um peixinho maroto em Canoa Quebrada, afinal ninguém é de ferro....