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term="planejamento" /><category term="Desabafo" /><title>Luiz Mar e a Praia</title><subtitle type="html">“É isso é o que acontece quando você caminha de acordo com uma batida diferente do tambor”.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://luizmarjr.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://luizmarjr.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9972046/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Luiz Mar Nunes Silva Jr</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117969108749295970634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-oPpz7vf05fk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABG0/0RD4lpYS7BI/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" 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Coisas especiais deveriam sempre continuar assim. Inesperadas. Aleatórias. 

O plantar sem saber onde nascer. Sem influência da rotina, da insegurança e da dúvida. 

Nossa única obrigação é deixa-las então, que elas continuem como são, coisas especiais. Por que é o que basta. Mesmo que a conversa seja definitiva. Mesmo que acabe. Mesmo que especiais sejam só as justificativas, declarações e 
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"You make your choices and you live with them. And in the end, you are those choices." 



Nossas vidas são a soma de caminhos que deixamos de pegar. Um emaranhado de histórias que não se realizaram. São novelos de falta de coragem... 

Não soubemos renunciar às coisas das quais era necessário abdicar para que escolhas melhores tivessem uma chance. 

E assim, um nó cego se formou cada vez que 
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Olhar para arrancar pedaços. Aceitar esse momento mágico e indescritível. Ser por um momento insubstituível na vida de alguém. Tapar os ouvidos para a proibição do impossível sem critério e fazer a melodia do improvável incomum. 

Mas não era talvez na semana que vem, era para ontem. E ontem já foi tarde demais. Não era para depois, pois depois não daria mais tempo. E hoje já não faz mais 
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Não. A vida não é fácil. Podem até existir argumentos e testemunhos contrários. Mas não; A vida é complicada, difícil, e é muito difícil para todo mundo. Não só para mim, não só para você, para todo mundo! 

Sim, não se engane. É difícil até para aquele que você acha que vive bem, até para aquele que você vê sempre de bom humor. Mas uma hora a vida se mostra para todos. Todos nós temos, tivemos 
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Qual é o parasita mais resistente? Uma bactéria? Um vírus? Um verme? Uma dúvida saudosa. Resistente. Altamente contagiosa. Uma vez que uma dúvida toma conta é quase impossível de eliminar. Uma dúvida formada, totalmente incompreendida, permanece em algum lugar aí dentro. 

A dúvida pode se tornar saudade. Aí é como começar a jogar, numa mesa sem dinheiro e com cartas ruins, só para ser 
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Costurando trapos. Lembrando dos dias doces, das atitudes inesperadas, de sentimentos. 

Tornando-se especialista na arte dos remendos. Pois um dia alguém olhou fundo, mergulhou retina adentro, e só não caiu por que segurou nossa mão com firmeza. Deslizou os dedos entre os nossos, um dia fez uma medição de mãos. 

Juntando retalhos. Querendo de volta carinhos cúmplices, o estar pertinho, o 
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"Tinha perdido alguns dos meus familiares em uma revolução. Tinha sobrevivido a uma guerra. E foi uma banal história de amor que quase me matou." 



Persépolis é uma obra-prima. Uma adaptação do romance autobiográfico de Marjane Satrapi. Uma viagem descrevendo a evolução de uma mulher em meio às turbulentas transformações políticas, sociais e religiosas no Irã e principalmente todas as 
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Às vezes se encontra o mapa do paraíso. Mas alguém te faz naufragar pelo caminho. 

Às vezes um pequeno passo é que junta duas pessoas. Mas são pequenos movimentos que te fazem desacreditar. 

Às vezes você conhece uma pessoa. Por essa pessoa você decidiria ficar até amanhecer. Só para fazer com que aquele hoje durasse mais. Só para repetir todas aquelas coisas que davam frio na barriga, que 
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E você na eterna busca por alguém cujas qualidades combinam com as suas. Nunca fazendo a correta procura de quem cujos defeitos se encaixam nos seus. 

Rodeada de protagonistas, não percebe que às vezes os figurantes podem ser mais interessantes do que pode imaginar. 

E lá no fundo continua fazendo de tudo para chamar a atenção de alguém. Diz onde está, o que está fazendo, compartilha fotos, 
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Genial!
via (@augustodefranco)
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Parado no tempo / um coração / como um quadro pendurado na parede. Que maravilhoso seria / se sobrasse um retrato / um pedaço / um traço / um caco / um pedido / um desejo / um suspiro / um atestado de você / mas não tem / não sobra / não resta / não é / não cabe / não mais / segundo você nem foi / nem é / não será / infeliz de você. 
Não se importa / não importa mais.
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Atraso de vida é andar na contramão da indiferença, na estrada do desejo. Por que um dia você acaba se encontrando. 

E na companhia de si mesmo, terá de voltar e tentar reencontrar o caminho certo. 
Nesse período, sinta muito calor ou muito frio. Deixe o morno de lado. Afaste-se e esqueça. Um dia a chuva vai parar.
Por que você vai ter de virar para esquerda ou para a direita. Não vai dar para
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O improvável é sempre o mais difícil. Mais difícil de aceitar, mais complicado de entender. 

A decepção é improvável. Diante dela, você nunca sabe como vai reagir, o que vai falar ou escrever. Você se culpa e as palavras parecem sentir dificuldade em se expressar. Não sai explicação. 

A última decepção sempre será igualmente difícil. É porque você sabe que é a última. Não parece ter retorno.
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O ótimo não se exibe, e por isso brilha. Ele não se faz notar, e por isso é notado. Ele não se elogia, e por isso tem mérito. Ele não fala e não age do modo comum, e por isso é difícil encontrá-lo. Ele nada contra a correnteza, e por isso é verdadeiro. Ele não se põe em posição de escolher, e por isso é escolhido. Ele escuta, e por isso tem ouvidos à sua disposição. Ele é simples, e por isso é
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Que isso! Obrigado nós. Nos desiludimos. 

Porque já não fazemos parte, porque não tivemos um lugar importante. Nos desiludimos. 

Porque a espera não compensa mais, porque a esperança era muito leve e voou... 

Desiludimos porque não demos tempo necessário ao tempo, porque não tem mais espaço. Não tem mais sentido, não tem mais sentimento. Não sentimos. 

E assim nos decepcionamos. Pelas 
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Sabemos que determinados lugares nunca mais serão os mesmos. Acabou o colorido. 

Já tomamos consciência de que não fazemos mais parte de algo tão especial. 

Sabemos que determinada rua que passamos não tornará a ouvir o som dos nossos passos. 

Já não somos mais invisíveis e isso não nos importa mais. 

As vidas se desenrolaram e seguiram seus cursos. Hoje cada um pensa em si e ninguém mais é 
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Decepção é esperança a menos. 

Mas até que isso ocorra você se diverte e se ocupa com a novidade. 

Começa sentindo coisas que antes só lia em poesia e canções apaixonadas. Fala do primeiro encontro, telefona para dizer das emoções que sente, fala de amor pela rua, adquire o hábito de cantar ao cozinhar, percebe que começou a assobiar no chuveiro, desenha, rabisca e escreve. 

Sempre quis um 
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Comece já a sua faxina. Jogue fora tudo o que não serve mais (sentimentos, momentos, pessoas, lugares, decepções, ilusões e arrependimentos). 

Coloque dentro de um saco de lixo preto e jogue fora. Reduza o custo de armazenamento emocional. Potencialize seus esforços, carinho e atenção para o que realmente recompensa. 

Não pense que é trabalho fácil e rápido. Mas saiba que é necessário que 
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Você cuidou. O outro não. 

No seu ponto de vista, cuidar tinha muitos significados. Não era só preservar, deixar bonito, não gastar. Para você era um acordo de reciprocidade, de que aquilo nunca acabaria.

Você aguentou a saudade que o outro não tinha, acreditou em sorrisos e palavras doces, mas estes eram só o espelho da despedida. O outro foi.

Você cuidou com o que prometia. O outro não. 
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A verdade é que deixaremos esse mundo da mesma maneira que chegamos nele: nus e sozinhos! 

E já que partiremos sem nada, de que adianta ficar medindo a vida? 

A vida é simplesmente medida por nossas conquistas? Mas e se falharmos? 

A vida é medida por um grande amor? Mas e se você nunca amar de verdade? O que acontece? 

A vida não deve ser medida por que isso representaria um desespero 
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“Abençoados os corações flexíveis, pois nunca serão partidos”. (Albert Camus) 





Se corações não se partem, não se curam. Se não houve cura, não houve aprendizado. Se não teve aprendizado, não teve esforço para se concertar a situação. Concertar as coisas é parte da vida. Então, será que todos os corações precisam ser um dia partidos? 

Somos todos aterrorizados pela solidão. Atitudes 
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Qualquer um, seja quem for, que permite que as coisas aconteçam e finge que não vê, é culpado. Tão culpado quanto quem realiza. 

Se você de plena consciência, não fez o mínimo para evitar algo, não fez nada. Quantos de nós não vamos dormir culpados hoje?

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Ocupar algum lugar do mundo... Talvez os nossos olhares sobre o mundo, sobre as coisas, sejam bem parecidos. Ou talvez não se pareçam em nada. Mas se olharmos bem de perto, poderemos ver que todos temos muito em comum. 

Estamos todos tentando encontrar nosso caminho, tentando encontrar nosso lugar, tentando encontrar a si mesmo. 

Às vezes é mais fácil sentir que somos únicos no mundo a lutar
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Estou vendo. A sua doença tem um nome. É um esgotamento nervoso. Obesidade escrotal mórbida causada pela ingestão diária de sapos, decepções e ilusões. Não existem tratamentos muito eficazes. Não existem medicamentos específicos. 

Sugestão? Sim, acredito que o ar fresco ia fazer-te bem. 

- Năo quero caminhar. Quero a solidão. Mas não se preocupe comigo, vou aprender a lidar com isso. - Ainda
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