tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89477856678869170152024-03-21T16:48:46.323-07:00Miss Desperate WriterLéa Yasnayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06331522109462872231noreply@blogger.comBlogger31125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947785667886917015.post-50287426525087183672023-03-20T15:35:00.001-07:002023-03-20T15:35:09.635-07:00Viva La Vida!<p>It's crazy to think about the relationships that I had.</p><p>In a short or long term, whatever, but particularly those last two, I wish I could have made it last for months, the feeling was good and magic, the enchantment was true, ok this all shit doesn't mean that I would like to be a girlfriend, because I don't know how to act like that.</p><p>What I really want to say, before my mind navigate trough my thinks, is the two last guys did the basics, now I see, the way they treated me, the other guys never treated me like a person to conquest with all their efforts put on this, seems like I was easy, guaranted, a logic answer.</p><p>The last two ones did better, but not enough. Why I know this? Beacuse of the experiences of the others women, so now I know what I deserve.</p><p>This is it.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJQWljO1BImerHK4G6eibDa19UuRLoYHpVBjKN3wxaFdJ_4nVjzKwxx7adjJLzf7UYPRkzlcqXmgrqOU4cndci41-SLZX7WL27X23MFJeXWvU9VBsYtext-gJ-TQuejpaYof4LBb7nVqxkkfdovn1TvlVhxtSYIeOs24Q-cpU4vGZLp6mEPfgKsriJ/s4032/IMG-1055.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJQWljO1BImerHK4G6eibDa19UuRLoYHpVBjKN3wxaFdJ_4nVjzKwxx7adjJLzf7UYPRkzlcqXmgrqOU4cndci41-SLZX7WL27X23MFJeXWvU9VBsYtext-gJ-TQuejpaYof4LBb7nVqxkkfdovn1TvlVhxtSYIeOs24Q-cpU4vGZLp6mEPfgKsriJ/w480-h640/IMG-1055.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;">💕</p>Léa Yasnayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06331522109462872231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947785667886917015.post-71403672899555917732023-02-26T08:28:00.006-08:002023-02-27T03:19:49.256-08:00Suprise bugaboo!<p>Well, I've had my profound emotions rained here before.</p><p>Something changed in my mind because I see you now. </p><p>You annoyed me. What I must confess that was a good thing because I took you off the pedestal.</p><p>And I ask myself how could I suffer like that?</p><p>Ok, my ego, my hope, my expectations and my magic dreamed romance was destroyed , its ok I’m a human, I learned my lesson well.</p><p>Never again I’ll give my heart in that way. </p><p>Never again I’ll believe so soon.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ96R89DvYWxtFUsIo70j9Q7aiHRAtK6dNHeckxqqWa18iaKoQlwKRsI39JyD63y5-Ccn_j2FLpvF18T8X4v05yICeymzhoNKgAD-Rv_wnJXdoPq8twjLPG0p7oD_gHEIegYEC9YYAcSC9oalZKOEstRqNU1dbt8ZbwV5OACE7_Z8RCWYKOp7QSw82/s4624/20230225_175437.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4624" data-original-width="3468" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ96R89DvYWxtFUsIo70j9Q7aiHRAtK6dNHeckxqqWa18iaKoQlwKRsI39JyD63y5-Ccn_j2FLpvF18T8X4v05yICeymzhoNKgAD-Rv_wnJXdoPq8twjLPG0p7oD_gHEIegYEC9YYAcSC9oalZKOEstRqNU1dbt8ZbwV5OACE7_Z8RCWYKOp7QSw82/w480-h640/20230225_175437.jpeg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">.</div>Léa Yasnayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06331522109462872231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947785667886917015.post-10764805534022429562023-02-05T11:58:00.005-08:002023-03-04T15:15:34.536-08:00I just need to talk about you...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-DIETHVKTlwDew1E5S51IkuGwHa8J0gnGTnfFPdklSPPfKcrvEQANuJ9dVJfQ4cGKQd1YIKOIUy77ys_PV3rZyzO38Evg1rXsu1m0QQhuLzDYAhUNEybyKYJKRI2JKxEk2ssVl3P2gVMAzyrJDsU7Ug6DLvAg3xDN_vepO6tueBOMrI7IpaY9pIu6/s1084/B7C78C72-6AC0-4DA9-BB5A-649D4C06CE00.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1084" data-original-width="731" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-DIETHVKTlwDew1E5S51IkuGwHa8J0gnGTnfFPdklSPPfKcrvEQANuJ9dVJfQ4cGKQd1YIKOIUy77ys_PV3rZyzO38Evg1rXsu1m0QQhuLzDYAhUNEybyKYJKRI2JKxEk2ssVl3P2gVMAzyrJDsU7Ug6DLvAg3xDN_vepO6tueBOMrI7IpaY9pIu6/w432-h640/B7C78C72-6AC0-4DA9-BB5A-649D4C06CE00.jpeg" width="432" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I'm sad again. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I need to finish this season for good. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I'm tired of all the memories.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Besides all the logic answers, never been chosen hurts so much.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I try to understand the feeling and writing about everything that happened it</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">could heal my heart.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">You were a blow, against all my ideas about myself.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">How could someone mean so much in such a short time? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I'm totally rational, how could I be involved by such emotion? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">How could I believe? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Oh those songs fill my head as an indictment of who I really am. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">There's a confusion of sensations in my chest that doesn't want to go. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I'm left with the sadness again. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">You came into my life like I've never expected, at all.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Your sweet disposition.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Your opening heart.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Your courage in express yourself</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">- now a lot of doubts bloom in my mind about your real intentions - </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Anyway</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Your words that fitted on mine.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Our same thoughts, our minds that matched, like our bodies once did.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Our funny moments</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Your peaceful company</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Our easy conversation</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Your smell, your touch, your smile, your skin, how could I forget it?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">You know, maybe I lose myself in my fantasy, but you were all I wanted.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The feeling of lose you is hard, but the time is going on and I'll keep moving my steps foward and in the right time you'll be just a remember</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I only catch the wonderful time we've pass together, It was perfect in every single part</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Could I forget hugged you? Your skin, could I forget when I kissed you? How could I? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">This simple words mean how simple, good, easy, confy, natural and tender was when we were together.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Writing about you I feel the confort like if you were here. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I'm overreacting on my feelings, people can think, but I don't care, everything here is real, I felt it, so this is it!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">When I remember all our conversations the feeling is so good, soft, free, fresh, funny, smells like teen spirit.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Probably I will never see you again, but for the first time I can say: I had all I want despite the time we spent together, I had it all. There's no regrets.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">In spite of the confusion that comes sometimes in reason to believe in some things. Well I dont have to search to answers anymore. I'm totally out of your life.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I'll writing about you until I need it, until I feel in my heart that you're gone.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">You gave me a taste of what I deserve, how I have to be loved, care and heard.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I've learned a lot of lessons and finally I can see my hope breaking into pieces, one by one I see them falling.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The resistance to this is driving me ill.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The songs...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">A lot of lyrics speak how I feel, so I am not the only one.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I confess, I would like to see you, see you walking around street, distracted, without noticing me.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Just one day and everything has change</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I dont want to write how fair were all that</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Oh shit... I never met your dog</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I can't erase your messages</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Shit</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">This whole shit is a big shit</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I feel I can't talk about you to anyone, but I do it anyway</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">One day I'll be tired enough and I'll forget you</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I trust it</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I am alone and only think about us</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I search for you in the middle of the people</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I can't see other guys with expectations again, they don't atract me, fuck I don't wanna that magic for now, I need time</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">This silence between us is our remedy</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Hurts me, but It's necessary</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">It does our feelings turning in line</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">In perspective</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Calm is the key</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">But holy shit I am wondering again about our possible future</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">This is so embarassing</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Cause you know we barely know each other, this shit is crazy</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I hope that I can write about you like I was an audience of my life</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">After you I understand what I felt about the other guys.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I can imagine the decisions you made, I can think about you in every aspects, I mean, about your mind, I have my conclusions, I can judge you, but you know I realize that I have nothing with this anymore, your history is not my business.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I’ll never forget you. Today I aceppt that because there will be things in my day that will remind me of you.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I can’t erase what happened and It’s okay, I learned a lot, more than I could write here or explain myself. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">To be honest when I remember you I smile.</div></div>Léa Yasnayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06331522109462872231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947785667886917015.post-27929474982340983742022-10-24T03:11:00.001-07:002022-10-24T03:11:33.498-07:00A new experience travelling alone.<p style="text-align: justify;">OK, I must confess that I'm a person who have a necessity of travel, who doesn't, but traveling alone!! I adore being surrounded by friends because I have so much fun obviously, buuuuut man!! Travelling alone is the best damn thing that I ever did. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPnSRXnZOTev_7A-aD5UnXlphg0bQWQbVliFKPrvwmfA-LM4R8JCyecMg0wPK5SIme4AuIRY6PSepDLZW3TcQdywVF9v-STQgOD7spsRYV1NIyLrtWA29hYJ3uTnjp6SO7bM5XSgsfD5zusRI9-RNYZ_CB_-scs14Ewkkv-rEsf7YIn_w5fvwfdCrk/s1600/WhatsApp%20Image%202022-09-21%20at%2017.53.34.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPnSRXnZOTev_7A-aD5UnXlphg0bQWQbVliFKPrvwmfA-LM4R8JCyecMg0wPK5SIme4AuIRY6PSepDLZW3TcQdywVF9v-STQgOD7spsRYV1NIyLrtWA29hYJ3uTnjp6SO7bM5XSgsfD5zusRI9-RNYZ_CB_-scs14Ewkkv-rEsf7YIn_w5fvwfdCrk/w480-h640/WhatsApp%20Image%202022-09-21%20at%2017.53.34.jpeg" width="480" /></a></div><p style="text-align: justify;">I love flying, planes have been my passion since I was a teenager when I wanted to be a pilot. Turbulence doesn't bother me anymore, but sudden descents always make my stomach churn haha and when I get on the plane the feeling of freedom and independence is instantaneous.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_xxpJb7IJhIGMEKxRVDQh-2Ygk3ztNTCg2KsUQfuQ5fYnxULCfhJ8kCUrdQwfrhGnznqohraDjYpvoYLh5IoNCpaoGn-jhySeL2RyeqxnRUrIEgy3FKR3yR1QJ25TF5oiaKCxVGpcTT-bDABQ20q-OLUrOng4v5gOFHdqMxXdl1A7VIsvANvx7xI7/s1600/WhatsApp%20Image%202022-09-21%20at%2017.55.03%20(1).jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_xxpJb7IJhIGMEKxRVDQh-2Ygk3ztNTCg2KsUQfuQ5fYnxULCfhJ8kCUrdQwfrhGnznqohraDjYpvoYLh5IoNCpaoGn-jhySeL2RyeqxnRUrIEgy3FKR3yR1QJ25TF5oiaKCxVGpcTT-bDABQ20q-OLUrOng4v5gOFHdqMxXdl1A7VIsvANvx7xI7/w480-h640/WhatsApp%20Image%202022-09-21%20at%2017.55.03%20(1).jpeg" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I love visiting big cities because it always seems to me that there is something new to do.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNwnjloJD8DoCfeG5LL6NVHp7A8OhfHOiEzHWJuzTeEsRiILsjtSWJELQ-FOkapwoTqxEbU0PGktML0Ib71i63Gx5uEB8Dbkh8Grumqu4yXwGIT8zrqF-ru-LzFRDV3aC8xT2bqnDx2KptV7q6SW4BPYfPNqSjA-nigVZPSU3ivHW_6K1w-1Z8Pjyk/s1600/WhatsApp%20Image%202022-09-21%20at%2017.55.05.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNwnjloJD8DoCfeG5LL6NVHp7A8OhfHOiEzHWJuzTeEsRiILsjtSWJELQ-FOkapwoTqxEbU0PGktML0Ib71i63Gx5uEB8Dbkh8Grumqu4yXwGIT8zrqF-ru-LzFRDV3aC8xT2bqnDx2KptV7q6SW4BPYfPNqSjA-nigVZPSU3ivHW_6K1w-1Z8Pjyk/w480-h640/WhatsApp%20Image%202022-09-21%20at%2017.55.05.jpeg" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrFcxd8ZY0Ea5Dg7BcfwTFng4V9G7su-Yqfeo-OaeGAvjypLSq5QuTQleZwPliMvs_0e7ppsBvnsFprSrMGGA_0yPM3UnpNPNoW9lbSN0sodLdYCxQ3TBfMQyXzs6kDzvA0njgD3itP5lXP-Xa_j_USOz-jytC87uPeYwGlE58s-iZceTUoosPEP2r/s1600/WhatsApp%20Image%202022-09-21%20at%2017.55.00%20(1).jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrFcxd8ZY0Ea5Dg7BcfwTFng4V9G7su-Yqfeo-OaeGAvjypLSq5QuTQleZwPliMvs_0e7ppsBvnsFprSrMGGA_0yPM3UnpNPNoW9lbSN0sodLdYCxQ3TBfMQyXzs6kDzvA0njgD3itP5lXP-Xa_j_USOz-jytC87uPeYwGlE58s-iZceTUoosPEP2r/w480-h640/WhatsApp%20Image%202022-09-21%20at%2017.55.00%20(1).jpeg" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Big old cities are full of stories, plus the diversity of people is huge. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvzRsPe8gr6nEaZ4QGv7fXczK_eYDo0WLrho1zfloqk7FHfK71zwDf5LDxF_pgks-6pffxEuKBhRuoblBWXSeq8bGfurhxs6aNHWWU9YbbVooFe0Zh4gQsaQawU32y1JzbNjZNZiWLkvPP-PcrYFONeK03hKiXrDj64IFBl0oAmbEY-VYxjTnch9Lf/s2999/20220906_203821.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2885" data-original-width="2999" height="616" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvzRsPe8gr6nEaZ4QGv7fXczK_eYDo0WLrho1zfloqk7FHfK71zwDf5LDxF_pgks-6pffxEuKBhRuoblBWXSeq8bGfurhxs6aNHWWU9YbbVooFe0Zh4gQsaQawU32y1JzbNjZNZiWLkvPP-PcrYFONeK03hKiXrDj64IFBl0oAmbEY-VYxjTnch9Lf/w640-h616/20220906_203821.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I feel so blessed to have that experience, and also sad for other reasons that I can't say.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Ah obviously the food, I mean the pleasure of trying new foods.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNoj8i-T4asnkfKVP-9-od3qQBdyhupb9mJmpHoAx7QWOj84RyjTpOOULSgdJJm2LkVeAE8ozfEOc5BaupDt4Vyyksvj4lUJLn9QDZ6wl70R3jfpxjqIYUixOWe8z2GMDV1appiS1c5OAJQIb5sr_cIaRzHMpWzRSewft7e-ITYlCYHaM8b7PRfXUm/s4624/20220906_094100.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4624" data-original-width="3468" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNoj8i-T4asnkfKVP-9-od3qQBdyhupb9mJmpHoAx7QWOj84RyjTpOOULSgdJJm2LkVeAE8ozfEOc5BaupDt4Vyyksvj4lUJLn9QDZ6wl70R3jfpxjqIYUixOWe8z2GMDV1appiS1c5OAJQIb5sr_cIaRzHMpWzRSewft7e-ITYlCYHaM8b7PRfXUm/w480-h640/20220906_094100.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I was happy here!</div>Léa Yasnayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06331522109462872231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947785667886917015.post-48586138032500584482022-05-23T06:43:00.003-07:002022-06-07T10:48:46.800-07:00Head above water<p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">I'm focused on writing my story, I can no longer wait for ideas to come to me like magic or just write random epiphanies in my notebook, It makes me feel annoyed with myself. </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">In the meantime, I started a programming course that I am very curious and excited about. I'm loving everything.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghSDJNjecFPSne7j0i3K301QWCjZL-6-_Qq-uxSuZjmJhPu5mnNC9GwIVpF-yy7nUvw6uyKoQChMfzViKU5Ct4iZY4yWCb3NT3Z7H_F7LKBPYRnzo25wjHq3T5JcFQUFoXs9uUHmXERcgC5qOk20g2gBj-MwxPZsXAGJnfD34JNaw7KfA1T36qRAFu/s4128/programming.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4128" data-original-width="3096" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghSDJNjecFPSne7j0i3K301QWCjZL-6-_Qq-uxSuZjmJhPu5mnNC9GwIVpF-yy7nUvw6uyKoQChMfzViKU5Ct4iZY4yWCb3NT3Z7H_F7LKBPYRnzo25wjHq3T5JcFQUFoXs9uUHmXERcgC5qOk20g2gBj-MwxPZsXAGJnfD34JNaw7KfA1T36qRAFu/w480-h640/programming.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">I'm getting lost sometimes with the logic of the English language, I need to read more and practice listening more, I intend to take the IELTS test next year, I hope to achieve the necessary 7.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">I have no more news, I just want to share this photo below that is my view every day. So I'm happy to have that blessing.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAIACdg-KcBb_Xp0qWi8oRiBxMqLqYgTPWMhxz8TqhPmHhcwx36AEbm5XrtZ_aSBq29WJlI8LlZlUb5FvFVRxKPQJiScT0LZa-PeHZWkZycfSx520tMGxTi4u_1ZXprrodw_G6EZPYAgnNKgprSawx_ChI25A3zdMP9nJE5ntW6lJ-lfatT_V-W5cC/s3072/beach.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2980" data-original-width="3072" height="620" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAIACdg-KcBb_Xp0qWi8oRiBxMqLqYgTPWMhxz8TqhPmHhcwx36AEbm5XrtZ_aSBq29WJlI8LlZlUb5FvFVRxKPQJiScT0LZa-PeHZWkZycfSx520tMGxTi4u_1ZXprrodw_G6EZPYAgnNKgprSawx_ChI25A3zdMP9nJE5ntW6lJ-lfatT_V-W5cC/w640-h620/beach.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Someday I'll have a better camera.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">♥</span></div>Léa Yasnayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06331522109462872231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947785667886917015.post-42009244746775378662022-05-03T11:36:00.002-07:002022-05-03T11:46:23.403-07:00April events<p>These last few days have been good, I'm grateful because, after all, I have to be, I'm alive. </p><p>I love watching Britney's instagram, I love seeing her smile, happy, authentic, slowly getting back to who she is.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">Speaking of instagram, I took a screenshot of <a href="https://www.instagram.com/brunavieira/" target="_blank"><b>Bruna Vieira's</b> </a>story, she is on vacation in Italy and it's all a beautiful thing to admire and dream about.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg4wGhcdeeZKqMLm1QyfrHe28ke3CHCyePRlpZG5HQY9S-xZ_dqGZX1BDNr0SAyEohCQZb5p3b5T8Z_leuPBY9338oONZt5Zt9GmDEk5_wC9lJ2kNMtciPULCbYfz0HLtXSphZ3TlvIIXHgoCienENBUUpmEymPw5TsL8bxJ2XBS_Eotnbn5T9GcQa/s1920/bru.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1920" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg4wGhcdeeZKqMLm1QyfrHe28ke3CHCyePRlpZG5HQY9S-xZ_dqGZX1BDNr0SAyEohCQZb5p3b5T8Z_leuPBY9338oONZt5Zt9GmDEk5_wC9lJ2kNMtciPULCbYfz0HLtXSphZ3TlvIIXHgoCienENBUUpmEymPw5TsL8bxJ2XBS_Eotnbn5T9GcQa/w360-h640/bru.jpg" width="360" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #e06666;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">♥</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: justify;">Once again I arrive before everyone else at a birthday celebration. I'm very punctual, and in fact, there was almost no one in the Bar because it was very early and I went to book a table. While the girls didn't arrive I was drinking, eating and writing, about him of course.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEQB4gkpZw9TC7adWCpT5rniVHQ1PaQz-gq7EJoPARwZVgMcZESjREq0bXLvkfEpSa64AlTswE25NjCKbntyD4Y7h1mxUvjNF6sNi3xYJ5V_5tk5UUHUdvkFEpY80qxKdItEsfIXctdzQaM-Ie2Cn1fQccRwiFhjW6lQlSw_tEh4nIn8i7XzfOMAcE/s3322/eu2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3322" data-original-width="3096" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEQB4gkpZw9TC7adWCpT5rniVHQ1PaQz-gq7EJoPARwZVgMcZESjREq0bXLvkfEpSa64AlTswE25NjCKbntyD4Y7h1mxUvjNF6sNi3xYJ5V_5tk5UUHUdvkFEpY80qxKdItEsfIXctdzQaM-Ie2Cn1fQccRwiFhjW6lQlSw_tEh4nIn8i7XzfOMAcE/w596-h640/eu2.jpg" width="596" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;">This caipirinha was great.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnYnEkFBNNSyzVv8udlgWsAg2JcoO33Ca0LlBlX36CyRhGYEJ670mDpuFSxFEPJXqGAmlnqVr5dlBUP4P8HktXVvcBfojtdnjdxVEaOZ4ttFvIm0XcbNlE5WkpaTWFxvBUH5bSZ4YJPwvZfWOvneGb0EJgo6BOE4Msl8HHXRJxnLtoe5evzNQ7LfHl/s720/eu1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="608" data-original-width="720" height="540" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnYnEkFBNNSyzVv8udlgWsAg2JcoO33Ca0LlBlX36CyRhGYEJ670mDpuFSxFEPJXqGAmlnqVr5dlBUP4P8HktXVvcBfojtdnjdxVEaOZ4ttFvIm0XcbNlE5WkpaTWFxvBUH5bSZ4YJPwvZfWOvneGb0EJgo6BOE4Msl8HHXRJxnLtoe5evzNQ7LfHl/w640-h540/eu1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p style="text-align: justify;">I took this photo in Rio de Janeiro in 2017 dreaming of seeing my favorite Hard Rock band in the whole world, Gun N' Roses. I will finally be able to see them this year, in September. I can barely wait!</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpVZnidEJS7Egi4o_fzuc62W1KFz22XJ8AGyTeTfiVyGQHgR05mW-TrIDMM6R0IbzhbR_HvtK9dbypuuahYRqlPhuhI9ElHlbIYYkTLXUBgHaDEnGDIO6rCyKQfIHWpqMM7PplVJUvetZjTVb9RPi4eaZU-UmFZ4TEOd1BtkEBwTEVgddLVMOdRNYl/s3478/eu3.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3478" data-original-width="3096" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpVZnidEJS7Egi4o_fzuc62W1KFz22XJ8AGyTeTfiVyGQHgR05mW-TrIDMM6R0IbzhbR_HvtK9dbypuuahYRqlPhuhI9ElHlbIYYkTLXUBgHaDEnGDIO6rCyKQfIHWpqMM7PplVJUvetZjTVb9RPi4eaZU-UmFZ4TEOd1BtkEBwTEVgddLVMOdRNYl/w570-h640/eu3.jpg" width="570" /></a></div><p style="text-align: justify;">I was born on December 5th, the same birthday as Walt Disney, I like to know that. So that I took my passport for the first time, of course I would make reference to the Disney cartoons that made me dream so much. And it's obvious that my first trip where English is spoken will be in the USA, this magical place that populated my childhood, which is Britney Jean's house, where my favorite movie was filmed: La La Land, the country that practically colonized me, right? ! I'm dreaming of the Santa Monica sunset already.</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #cc0000; color: #e06666;">♥</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white;">And on the last day of April I celebrated my cousin's birthday, who I love the company and conversations. I'm very lucky that my cousins are my friends. We went to the mall, watched a Sandra Bullock movie at the cinema, had lunch, gossiped and shopped, everything was perfect.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI-poZV8YBnGgQLBOgox3yoWVztsmMWnZ8jirSYdHRgfgNTIQ31u4LzQ4KCXR843v5yEe-8HiL8sPmMN5NhW12rqkjxTiWGmsb0dp1NRm6VAs-9VWNUH-TdRExDj7enym24ieilLwpz2ninh4R5QAYJvNoBAoixhBFIdGMCQD8f2aH4NuuvZevs8m9/s991/eu.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="991" data-original-width="900" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI-poZV8YBnGgQLBOgox3yoWVztsmMWnZ8jirSYdHRgfgNTIQ31u4LzQ4KCXR843v5yEe-8HiL8sPmMN5NhW12rqkjxTiWGmsb0dp1NRm6VAs-9VWNUH-TdRExDj7enym24ieilLwpz2ninh4R5QAYJvNoBAoixhBFIdGMCQD8f2aH4NuuvZevs8m9/w582-h640/eu.jpg" width="582" /></a></div><span style="background-color: white;"><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span></p><div style="text-align: center;">The photos were bad in quality, but that's what I could do haha</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">♥</span></div></span><p></p>Léa Yasnayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06331522109462872231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947785667886917015.post-42092724063219434502022-04-14T11:06:00.002-07:002022-04-14T11:06:45.140-07:00The words that came to me in a crazy daydream moment and I had to let it out!<p style="text-align: justify;">I'm very sorry to be like that, feel so much and write about all of this, but you know, nobody that I know read this blog so it's ok, no gossip around me in the future.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY_f5fkaoBNN5hx5oJLEM9IoZqT4xGF5xUywrPdU8WMBd8k1VB7rVh9Or4MsHPuhjDQzfJL-NMc7Ar1ajg7T7VLHBdAf1XznxHxG4Zemutt8-rcFSY6QVlIzeOIkdhCzYeDSq4dCZNSM7WW-eFuQE5TJJvEzsWsdbTxkTqdmUpoyTorOtJzToIuoH4/s991/brigadeiro.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="991" data-original-width="720" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY_f5fkaoBNN5hx5oJLEM9IoZqT4xGF5xUywrPdU8WMBd8k1VB7rVh9Or4MsHPuhjDQzfJL-NMc7Ar1ajg7T7VLHBdAf1XznxHxG4Zemutt8-rcFSY6QVlIzeOIkdhCzYeDSq4dCZNSM7WW-eFuQE5TJJvEzsWsdbTxkTqdmUpoyTorOtJzToIuoH4/w464-h640/brigadeiro.jpg" width="464" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I needed to show this masterpiece of Brazilian gastronomy that I'm addicted to.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">BRIGADEIRO.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP1Kvq-YeNC27Z2kf3ymA4JyQXFEDEUniVRyR-dW1FDYIXC7jDimHQSEpJemvYbPp7NyOiTvrwasFx3SqsJAvGmj2yHYuXcTI8E-CMa7F41RwlBCyS4ttCtVbYtf1S_P1tWiAXA-rJvk9fMJCjAnkWpGNz7kDObBvViy5lp5jeUtWnnvWISz1eFY4J/s3264/20220401_185214.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3264" data-original-width="2448" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP1Kvq-YeNC27Z2kf3ymA4JyQXFEDEUniVRyR-dW1FDYIXC7jDimHQSEpJemvYbPp7NyOiTvrwasFx3SqsJAvGmj2yHYuXcTI8E-CMa7F41RwlBCyS4ttCtVbYtf1S_P1tWiAXA-rJvk9fMJCjAnkWpGNz7kDObBvViy5lp5jeUtWnnvWISz1eFY4J/w480-h640/20220401_185214.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My new favorite drink Gin Tonic with Lemon and Ginger!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #6aa84f;">♥</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: justify;">------</span></div><p style="text-align: justify;">I'm with a guy who treats me the way I've always wanted to, in fact he treats me like I never thought I'd be treated. All the experiences with him is always the first times. I feel good by him side, I laugh, it's cool, comfortable, I want him to miss me, actually I like when I see that he watched my stories on instagram and if he does not see I become paranoid, ok, I'm a little possessive girl, but I don't keep thinking all the time about it.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjDygjRSyRO8c_cH3P80N3BygdfVcFByN2jgDc4aYEiKtHZzO_5uJfYMZM7vp6nDeq9MIDcxs3StALuYdqF4_e8fx9oQe1GSI3zRjaoUkskF9820bWKt52sQjWLVql61rfH7weA2dMSlX3KNhptikY1neWAG2EWaHykzoXNh8ey6G3MPBJuOs7EhVD/s1171/chips.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1171" data-original-width="899" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjDygjRSyRO8c_cH3P80N3BygdfVcFByN2jgDc4aYEiKtHZzO_5uJfYMZM7vp6nDeq9MIDcxs3StALuYdqF4_e8fx9oQe1GSI3zRjaoUkskF9820bWKt52sQjWLVql61rfH7weA2dMSlX3KNhptikY1neWAG2EWaHykzoXNh8ey6G3MPBJuOs7EhVD/w492-h640/chips.jpg" width="492" /></a></div><div><br /></div>It seems to be out of context, but it was on a relaxing and good afternoon when we went out together, it was a pleasant and memorable day. Do you see that I am happy with a simple moment?!<div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;">It's been three months since we've been dating, there's a rule for this period that says that if it goes beyond that period, it turns into dating or nothing, obviously there are exceptions. In our case he's starting to distance himself, nothing is like the first few times, so I'm already waiting for him to finish things between us, because I won't do it first this time.</div><div><p style="text-align: justify;">We met in High School, after 18 years we follow each other on instagram and start chatting, all about it was so simple and easy, just happened and despite my imagination I'm okay about our relationship, by the way, it's just an affair, he does not my boyfriend and I don't feel that will be, I always wait the end, because this always happen. I'm a pessimist, I don't know, I simply feel that there's no one for me, I don't know what means stay in love with someone, the balance of the feeeling in two humans, I never felt beloved. They always treated me gentle, but you know just for the next step, yes, sex! I'll stop this monologue 'cause I'm feeling stupid.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">I don't know how act with the guys, what the game they play in a romance, I barelly know when they are playing.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">So I look in the mirror and out of nowhere I think of that guy, he's still a sharp thin line of heartache, pain of rejection and everything we've talked about and demonstrated to each other in the past. I pray the pain will end, I need to keep going, but this pain stays in a box inside me and little sparks ignite sometimes. I need to write about us, a story, not like here in a post, but turn it all into art to finally let it go.</p><p style="text-align: center;">I forgot that I feel so happy writing here, well I'm feeling grateful for this.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitI34ncQwZBevWR7ciO5z-VX_F77DVOQp-k04wc9GzX17E9-LtIhW4WY8RcKM-SZ9xzjAiWM0njbTn7aMJ0KHG5TJEE4LpUHIlUAkk2lUP6UBJU6eOndDh_yE5O7Nh0jOzWhEebgbI8GgduMyj18jZfz8C96s99oVhnOMp91jBtSfg5OY9yVYKBiWP/s985/Screenshot_20220413-055041-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="985" data-original-width="720" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitI34ncQwZBevWR7ciO5z-VX_F77DVOQp-k04wc9GzX17E9-LtIhW4WY8RcKM-SZ9xzjAiWM0njbTn7aMJ0KHG5TJEE4LpUHIlUAkk2lUP6UBJU6eOndDh_yE5O7Nh0jOzWhEebgbI8GgduMyj18jZfz8C96s99oVhnOMp91jBtSfg5OY9yVYKBiWP/w468-h640/Screenshot_20220413-055041-2.jpg" width="468" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This girl, ME, will make all her dreams come true!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">(I know that not all my dreams will come true, but I still make this statement)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">♥</div></div></div>Léa Yasnayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06331522109462872231noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947785667886917015.post-10259850716255468222022-03-25T11:08:00.000-07:002022-03-25T11:08:56.931-07:00About the days that hurts, but laughing anyway!<p style="text-align: justify;">The past two weeks was crazy. Things happened and affect me deeply. So I wait the time heal every melancholy feeling. Today I feel better, but the life brings more moments to take away my peace of mind. Okay, I can handle it, of course, but a needed to write about it, even though I can'<span>t show all the details.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;">Here, I will post pics of moments that means a little me.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMAjz7q3iAoJu0_LDJRI_XfB8eMGaPJ8rZcsdMFaAiz-P1FjwY79qr5AYzwElCA7jh5PwhpEul0rxkkeKteHZlTTPA8pVydd66XhcP6KW2DxWn8KnKXgu0L6R3fWJiLNqyMDOn-RLMdonqSr-oRCwi5xMLlci2LqdRglhpX3zeoJ1N6OPr-oGvSYL0/s3170/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3170" data-original-width="2855" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMAjz7q3iAoJu0_LDJRI_XfB8eMGaPJ8rZcsdMFaAiz-P1FjwY79qr5AYzwElCA7jh5PwhpEul0rxkkeKteHZlTTPA8pVydd66XhcP6KW2DxWn8KnKXgu0L6R3fWJiLNqyMDOn-RLMdonqSr-oRCwi5xMLlci2LqdRglhpX3zeoJ1N6OPr-oGvSYL0/w576-h640/1.jpg" width="576" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">I'm officially a student again, and this is the Campus of University, ok I know it seems a horror movie scene, but I like the silence.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX39UyACONEjN1vNEyhg351xKFGoYRzA6KJfLtJb-O-67Fn83vFCzeRGceIViq93fIr1xK5Pmgjz_3s3PTcX-i6X17VtADb_1hz2LLQiDANX-djSjmz-2isN52zbzbwkXXh1oJMuscaxQCe7C2OQi3LOQhsi8tQEByszCihqBRfAM3TajH2R7BVibC/s4128/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4128" data-original-width="3096" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX39UyACONEjN1vNEyhg351xKFGoYRzA6KJfLtJb-O-67Fn83vFCzeRGceIViq93fIr1xK5Pmgjz_3s3PTcX-i6X17VtADb_1hz2LLQiDANX-djSjmz-2isN52zbzbwkXXh1oJMuscaxQCe7C2OQi3LOQhsi8tQEByszCihqBRfAM3TajH2R7BVibC/w480-h640/2.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Last Sunday I was in my bed and saw the beautiful sky through my window and thought that I was losing time watching Netflix, so I left home and there I was admiring the ocean and people's sparks.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3zavd1Rm4DAxlx8pejfq51TbDYiXJSlSuRyKt4Hc1Chg4j4Owts0QEETCJ6K_qvXQNO5XegA37EQJ13I5dxmJZ1ylugNBiEXZ4XN8tBqcpr7B1CtxOUydcOQvhfOBojjr7NDNUcDBb_KtFLaT0bOIxzfyhzQ05JjZpsO3xDr8oltzQ_76FV23qcaj/s4128/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4128" data-original-width="3096" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3zavd1Rm4DAxlx8pejfq51TbDYiXJSlSuRyKt4Hc1Chg4j4Owts0QEETCJ6K_qvXQNO5XegA37EQJ13I5dxmJZ1ylugNBiEXZ4XN8tBqcpr7B1CtxOUydcOQvhfOBojjr7NDNUcDBb_KtFLaT0bOIxzfyhzQ05JjZpsO3xDr8oltzQ_76FV23qcaj/w480-h640/3.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This is the uncomfortably way I work everyday, but what can I do? I just accept.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNCy0H5zlhrvrOD-indrhL2syWVRtVsl1_4thGFh6EBKO2fxMSTSbIGdE1TcUQbkTCAEkGqeP42IzGwzJvbm7GFcJgqH4SZSEPGw2g_-LQF26rVewPBzTPI2COvOMMzrNEwYtW-wPTuJXx9pSkILcRlS8b6mUUR6O97whoT_nRLfCYXZZ_Y9IDACVW/s2727/4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2727" data-original-width="2658" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNCy0H5zlhrvrOD-indrhL2syWVRtVsl1_4thGFh6EBKO2fxMSTSbIGdE1TcUQbkTCAEkGqeP42IzGwzJvbm7GFcJgqH4SZSEPGw2g_-LQF26rVewPBzTPI2COvOMMzrNEwYtW-wPTuJXx9pSkILcRlS8b6mUUR6O97whoT_nRLfCYXZZ_Y9IDACVW/w624-h640/4.jpg" width="624" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">I'm happy for come back to this place and don't feel bad or come to me weird feelings with the nostalgia of agony from the past. I'm grateful to start a new graduation in the same University that was so bad for me years ago, but now I'm good.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8HFYAUXmTL39hkqOiKepjwgfrhcehyW--te2Ks_1EZ93_Z_8EpLqRUyu7YAvHWvM4TqUhRky46wdk5r7lFUC2Su0f5Z0J6_yJ_euMD8uD7WUbPL9l8sBlDdZyELtoyjjngJxonneYRlyw5Kfql8YhhnONIFtzRVM_w6m7YHPe8pqs_yG_EtOPL4Gx/s4128/5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4128" data-original-width="3096" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8HFYAUXmTL39hkqOiKepjwgfrhcehyW--te2Ks_1EZ93_Z_8EpLqRUyu7YAvHWvM4TqUhRky46wdk5r7lFUC2Su0f5Z0J6_yJ_euMD8uD7WUbPL9l8sBlDdZyELtoyjjngJxonneYRlyw5Kfql8YhhnONIFtzRVM_w6m7YHPe8pqs_yG_EtOPL4Gx/w480-h640/5.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #202122; font-family: sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px;">L'âge de Raison - It was the first classic book I read on College, I don't remember anything from the story, I was eighteen and I didn't understand, but I want to read again.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6onTqUnfiDON_SqpbmeTRiTh6f5pNKnOTk1OF141BWh_-x0TMGsroQ2USH6F2yg5a9GV6XTans8YSM9lA5RSPQ0Gl-HBwUMXfpFRsKobQ1r5-vVdLFiYC2sLKOQajTpJH_KeWPshvpKUWr-Tnlzs8Xtgx2SD73lGUrdFe7S9UQwmqtTxaY5V8PjfC/s3072/coffee.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3072" data-original-width="3072" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6onTqUnfiDON_SqpbmeTRiTh6f5pNKnOTk1OF141BWh_-x0TMGsroQ2USH6F2yg5a9GV6XTans8YSM9lA5RSPQ0Gl-HBwUMXfpFRsKobQ1r5-vVdLFiYC2sLKOQajTpJH_KeWPshvpKUWr-Tnlzs8Xtgx2SD73lGUrdFe7S9UQwmqtTxaY5V8PjfC/w640-h640/coffee.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The perfect match.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWK4dv7QqPkg5Z5o3ZvOid9G6whtvAZXFn_i5CcOcwheECJ1vOm1XituaCsQc7kDBqgB--mcjNNOsHhJYqRKXQKBwVwCmXHBBEtLJ9sLb5WTnQgsV_p3vh8c3DEehejEbKz48CctU1LX7UYeeskY0AXVrtaw3Behu90VH_PbH1guYDM_VXeaFgIZvx/s3781/6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3781" data-original-width="3072" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWK4dv7QqPkg5Z5o3ZvOid9G6whtvAZXFn_i5CcOcwheECJ1vOm1XituaCsQc7kDBqgB--mcjNNOsHhJYqRKXQKBwVwCmXHBBEtLJ9sLb5WTnQgsV_p3vh8c3DEehejEbKz48CctU1LX7UYeeskY0AXVrtaw3Behu90VH_PbH1guYDM_VXeaFgIZvx/w520-h640/6.jpg" width="520" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Just good choices!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">♥</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Everyday I think about you, I miss you, although I know that what you always gave to me was crumbs. It's sad that all I have in my life was this little. Well at least I have myself to go on and I'm proud of who I'm becoming, just focusing in my dreams, I'm so happy to know that I'm enough. Men always disapoint me, so I decided no create expectations for the future, I'm always prepared for the end, for the cries that I will tear, but I will always turn the suffer into art.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">♥</div>Léa Yasnayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06331522109462872231noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947785667886917015.post-17572500065900660462022-03-04T10:40:00.003-08:002022-05-26T06:45:52.362-07:00Good days!<p>I decided to enjoy the holiday on the beach, so my cousin and I rented a place there. Everything in that place and the time on the beach was peaceful and we had a lot of fun. All the money spent there was worth it haha</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhfXtOJQ33zap3zj6EH7R1D6dCURxFiVN6lPyXO1lTWaM9nRa7LWTtrIZZ7Qz6o7yynhjg3fhZQ28QNKVVX-MqysX7YzZOTSkP9Uy_7-mWNjEd7qe3DP14bKe4qEbYcalQFyuon62wsXrHofQkoistFX21KXNJrcgQd2fndhfEj1aZ2ySd417Arspu2=s2268" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2268" data-original-width="1836" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhfXtOJQ33zap3zj6EH7R1D6dCURxFiVN6lPyXO1lTWaM9nRa7LWTtrIZZ7Qz6o7yynhjg3fhZQ28QNKVVX-MqysX7YzZOTSkP9Uy_7-mWNjEd7qe3DP14bKe4qEbYcalQFyuon62wsXrHofQkoistFX21KXNJrcgQd2fndhfEj1aZ2ySd417Arspu2=w518-h640" width="518" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEii3jOATdHM19HshodC943G0V1H91YCn53jgESz29WrU-WmcVixDl31S5YxxP14dx01Mp_i6hHiBESe52mk5Lj-yQRGlqFILfh-Bv_hxalMcAl9r1EoKLzWXfIEnlNqn8WBrNubEvMv8GIDYGfGzDOijwQSdxtnl7gLb3KNxe-jD5NVJ1CA5tGzJ2ba=s1209" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1209" data-original-width="1200" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEii3jOATdHM19HshodC943G0V1H91YCn53jgESz29WrU-WmcVixDl31S5YxxP14dx01Mp_i6hHiBESe52mk5Lj-yQRGlqFILfh-Bv_hxalMcAl9r1EoKLzWXfIEnlNqn8WBrNubEvMv8GIDYGfGzDOijwQSdxtnl7gLb3KNxe-jD5NVJ1CA5tGzJ2ba=w636-h640" width="636" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbU2GUBLWwS6mT6GAPd_5AORYvhDEKOEpLTwodzDAxaO8wej23Us9tesrEpFLvKxpzkcr0BXHDLz6lZxxCdf8T-xkCqs5I8_QNAABqFHZvgM6dsDewzdhZscxQgKVjmFG_Wc0OPf6ZwkUCQ9NS55SDAZN1LxRldKDV5RGXRgQSYZAFCY1fvkk-P_wQ/s1228/eu.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1228" data-original-width="1189" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbU2GUBLWwS6mT6GAPd_5AORYvhDEKOEpLTwodzDAxaO8wej23Us9tesrEpFLvKxpzkcr0BXHDLz6lZxxCdf8T-xkCqs5I8_QNAABqFHZvgM6dsDewzdhZscxQgKVjmFG_Wc0OPf6ZwkUCQ9NS55SDAZN1LxRldKDV5RGXRgQSYZAFCY1fvkk-P_wQ/w620-h640/eu.jpg" width="620" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #c27ba0;">♥</span></div>Léa Yasnayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06331522109462872231noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947785667886917015.post-78527794524138829722022-02-09T09:22:00.001-08:002022-02-09T09:22:14.138-08:00I'd like to say abcdefu to you, but I'll never sing this song<p style="text-align: center;">All the movies about love, the voice of the man I'm with, things I like, achievements I make, remind me of you. You will always be my empty glass. Keeping you away hurts me when something reminds me of you.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgzd9cobcBk48Pdt9g3a19vCt2aq7XafRzWQLbw7uEzv4hD5zeU3VJDJQR0Tp7_llMGzn0tgrAA4_T2eKMqdalFExUsCvTgpyaHHw3M6rccTh3sDo4ad6G0gi8UDGx-7t5qDSNGHQTLvwXnh3zHPaC7SG99moH_cY85oxOP4BIHY_4Tn0CWbNJf4ltK=s1600" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgzd9cobcBk48Pdt9g3a19vCt2aq7XafRzWQLbw7uEzv4hD5zeU3VJDJQR0Tp7_llMGzn0tgrAA4_T2eKMqdalFExUsCvTgpyaHHw3M6rccTh3sDo4ad6G0gi8UDGx-7t5qDSNGHQTLvwXnh3zHPaC7SG99moH_cY85oxOP4BIHY_4Tn0CWbNJf4ltK=w480-h640" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">🙇</div>Léa Yasnayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06331522109462872231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947785667886917015.post-72740847968329665782022-02-04T05:58:00.002-08:002022-02-09T09:29:23.790-08:00Good things will come!<p style="text-align: justify;">The beggining of this year have been full of changes, this moment in my life is urgent, becoming who I want to be definetely is a motor to live with purpose and goals to make my wishes happening and my dreams come true.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">I finally said to M. that I'm in love, but he doesn't love me back so I cut him of my social media and life, deep inside in my heart I knew he doesn't loved me, It's sad but is a liberating feeling know the true, I'm free to love again and I'm going to. I am not feeling too bad like I thought that I would be. Let go was necessary. Ok I will feel the right weight of give up in a moment soon if I think about it, but I decided no to think anymore, life goes on and I need to live. </p><div style="text-align: justify;">We could be a good team and have a lot of good moments, but never will happen, and the word never I'ts sad, but OK I will love again, I believe in the best of God for me, my life is Yours, I belong to Him, so I believe that I will be happy with someone. I admit is painful when you love a man and you don't mean anything for him, It's a type of pain that is unspeakable. Ok whatever!</div><p style="text-align: justify;">Ok then, but let's to the good news. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">I started to plan new jobs and decide close my graduation course for a while.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">I'm here at the work eating a chocolate cake and writing this with my heart full of hope and determination, I'm excited to make my goals with pieces of real aim, not only things in my imagination.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">I published my first book of poetry on Amazon and I'm so happy, finally! The next one will come soon.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com.br/dp/B09RSVCQ87/?coliid=I2SF8XS7XIAYRJ&colid=U45CW6KDWK01&psc=0&ref_=lv_ov_lig_dp_it" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img border="0" data-original-height="573" data-original-width="559" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEidvQmA3UNrIbLYh-xF4RrMsHjd5q2kXTPmijNfCRBkT5AJ3m7cL7scTzGK6DGtlA9x1fIKPwn90NvMAwqwv_pUd0yc9m1Dc1Yjm8TNWwDr2oVeoupxqzKJPkbNBnquA0Pi-u0On1Gn_qQdYaDh-X-vD5JAbMCtYoDN1chf96vDynGpuYFxY2akBBJy=w624-h640" width="624" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: justify;">I would like to share with him, but I need to heal my heart, It's no time to do this. I know all of my next stories he will be an inspiration, he still a part of me. This is it! Excited for new time in my life.<span style="color: #cc0000;"> </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">♥</span></p>Léa Yasnayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06331522109462872231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947785667886917015.post-20787615468749258732022-01-18T09:31:00.004-08:002022-01-18T09:32:43.820-08:00Today I'm tired.<p style="text-align: justify;">I'm so tired to fight for a better life, to be successful, I'm tired to try learn something everyday about everything to feel useful, discover a new way to make more money to make my dreams come true. I need try to keep my mind in peace with no need to worries. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">I need to rest, just for a moment sit down in a place and think about nothing urgent or that make me grow like a person. I'm so sad that the most things I need right now I'm obliged to make money. I just need breathe and forget this world for a little time.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">Today I'm tired.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiSj69RFwLdFpDNOowYeq8yybwHNh3KMv2iR4fv6Zfh7jCSaUBy4zk797Zucmn-88pwaskpbMvxvinGJszKf7rIulI-01siRYoYiiBudkaFx0wkmlUnHiM_bz-G_2lsKYfK6Rc-YDsnmf1jKDeeHNTWs8ZUUw2CXjngjfwB7PSm3DvsemUVRTX8RN3I=s2155" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2155" data-original-width="1836" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiSj69RFwLdFpDNOowYeq8yybwHNh3KMv2iR4fv6Zfh7jCSaUBy4zk797Zucmn-88pwaskpbMvxvinGJszKf7rIulI-01siRYoYiiBudkaFx0wkmlUnHiM_bz-G_2lsKYfK6Rc-YDsnmf1jKDeeHNTWs8ZUUw2CXjngjfwB7PSm3DvsemUVRTX8RN3I=w546-h640" width="546" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Little things that make me feel relaxed.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666;">♥</span></div>Léa Yasnayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06331522109462872231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947785667886917015.post-46827970416433478432022-01-06T08:15:00.000-08:002022-01-06T08:15:49.857-08:00A good time to live <p style="text-align: justify;">I used to say that my favorite place is the beach, but my favorite place is when I'm in movement, walking in nature or discovering new cities. Anyway, I went to the beach the weekend before last and I would like to share the best moments here.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgfa2VjCEeB4MC8h1m2R2YMXJGwLKKWyLA2HmFunXApUHCkA613QYa0TSBUALb0w4LZ8uqUlEumNxXiV2lhizvasTp_FVv5pZwbJBj4Xhm6CyvcfHohtYcujJkN73N2E6IB5B0JgPthOCml4eActmsL1auPKahHqmG2CCqk3oL8ELMDy-0F-8AgGWba=s1600" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgfa2VjCEeB4MC8h1m2R2YMXJGwLKKWyLA2HmFunXApUHCkA613QYa0TSBUALb0w4LZ8uqUlEumNxXiV2lhizvasTp_FVv5pZwbJBj4Xhm6CyvcfHohtYcujJkN73N2E6IB5B0JgPthOCml4eActmsL1auPKahHqmG2CCqk3oL8ELMDy-0F-8AgGWba=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I never ever went to that beach before, it's called Gunga, but was love at the first sight. It's amazing, looks like a paradise.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgpoRsHm1THHf6hewQ22RRqqF2TNBDpgvWd0mtgpsxDYmEb_D6v5cEqBrQvVChmVEz-uyP3M1zm2yb2jHez-_HgUsz3-rxcQdSqfNdyMaGF5xOPnz0kL6xXkB0WSsKCTrFxUBTBrULY38hN848Hmd-8VJMNK6LGOHyHxDPezaueLBl4dU5A4KJkg1NZ=s4128" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4128" data-original-width="3096" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgpoRsHm1THHf6hewQ22RRqqF2TNBDpgvWd0mtgpsxDYmEb_D6v5cEqBrQvVChmVEz-uyP3M1zm2yb2jHez-_HgUsz3-rxcQdSqfNdyMaGF5xOPnz0kL6xXkB0WSsKCTrFxUBTBrULY38hN848Hmd-8VJMNK6LGOHyHxDPezaueLBl4dU5A4KJkg1NZ=w480-h640" width="480" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666;">♥</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjrEIyH5c0Qdny100o901veMypKxMWWvt2yn1GZCRnC4StlJ9pQW09ou-kIZ0SB5qRFMe5msrhUBqnaiy85k3d-brsl2vyBeoHbyCzkNX9CgFmL7EJJuDPKY8d6e_MQJXlLLU21-DYM5uRK37zPNKkbq7kQuBpLFSqrCkyJl8tQ9ehEYham1f7Gemk-=s4128" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4128" data-original-width="3096" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjrEIyH5c0Qdny100o901veMypKxMWWvt2yn1GZCRnC4StlJ9pQW09ou-kIZ0SB5qRFMe5msrhUBqnaiy85k3d-brsl2vyBeoHbyCzkNX9CgFmL7EJJuDPKY8d6e_MQJXlLLU21-DYM5uRK37zPNKkbq7kQuBpLFSqrCkyJl8tQ9ehEYham1f7Gemk-=w480-h640" width="480" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666;">♥</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg3eQ8H_m2MqQ9BPhg-dv6pYp_cns6NWsIi6hsYFCvI48qKOL6QW8KYb-bargpD7J5Wx6R-LPzhFzzhnqNGhFTtQ72UTCM6IRc5E37BdEtSsHm7SOZX35JMkKgvMEAETxJbJUOriTw_BCJ5Ka2CcVPmkTOiyxXelGY2YmObaTO6oswAM-xaEPXi7aI3=s1600" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg3eQ8H_m2MqQ9BPhg-dv6pYp_cns6NWsIi6hsYFCvI48qKOL6QW8KYb-bargpD7J5Wx6R-LPzhFzzhnqNGhFTtQ72UTCM6IRc5E37BdEtSsHm7SOZX35JMkKgvMEAETxJbJUOriTw_BCJ5Ka2CcVPmkTOiyxXelGY2YmObaTO6oswAM-xaEPXi7aI3=w480-h640" width="480" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I just thank God for having given me this unique moment.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666;">♥</span></div></div>Léa Yasnayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06331522109462872231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947785667886917015.post-33948984287251396812021-11-10T09:53:00.005-08:002021-11-11T05:16:32.412-08:00Traveling inside and out of me!<p style="text-align: center;"> Finally I traveled alone, everything made by me, and I'm glad that I conquest this. </p><p style="text-align: center;">And I learned a lot!!</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjytpB5ZgyXK99jI0YWE4OSKvxQUIQM01rjXBejy1eH9ngRxbtYh0Uqg-zU6mrX9k-cZeJ8g7U07c9rzdoK1R13YUU5Uqy_6j5kA4GO8S3de6K419reye5KjIHpGXX-cjqBZMvqN3YMgRA0OhcBfkUuYWOsA1fUdi9I1kyUADTPjjN0kcczXDAlRh_o=s2048" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1905" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjytpB5ZgyXK99jI0YWE4OSKvxQUIQM01rjXBejy1eH9ngRxbtYh0Uqg-zU6mrX9k-cZeJ8g7U07c9rzdoK1R13YUU5Uqy_6j5kA4GO8S3de6K419reye5KjIHpGXX-cjqBZMvqN3YMgRA0OhcBfkUuYWOsA1fUdi9I1kyUADTPjjN0kcczXDAlRh_o=w596-h640" width="596" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">At first I felt strange emotions, like I was out of my body and someone else was watching everything inside me, so I tried to make that moment very real but not keeping a pressure about my mind that the moment was the reality, I tried not to paralize because of my confusion, so in my face it seems that was natural and normal but I was feeling a lot of thinks and sensations that I couldn't explain. </div><p style="text-align: justify;">I was in shock to experience something that seemed so far from my reality, all this is a begining of a dream, a spark of something bigger, so I asked myself to believe that was true and was really happening, It's sounds a little crazy all of this or weird but I was nervous and very anxious, anyhow I kept what needed to and gone. I followed the flow and did deep breathe.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgzy2A2DgMt_MeDWBXrhz5vLi_-ot1sS1fUBHxSHFOJiNq57TvDR5EVo9me-EOVZ1ojgLN-L-PUUgXm61G_a37iu9Wtc3jV50ZVSqR_UmK_XQJ2qzXEnif_ShgADKKGVrsMifoEM8_ZUfye9WR-CakikwAe1sbuUn9XSXVPchellmURkFJfOBGyZ_Pj=s2048" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1494" data-original-width="2048" height="466" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgzy2A2DgMt_MeDWBXrhz5vLi_-ot1sS1fUBHxSHFOJiNq57TvDR5EVo9me-EOVZ1ojgLN-L-PUUgXm61G_a37iu9Wtc3jV50ZVSqR_UmK_XQJ2qzXEnif_ShgADKKGVrsMifoEM8_ZUfye9WR-CakikwAe1sbuUn9XSXVPchellmURkFJfOBGyZ_Pj=w640-h466" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Spending some time in the city I felt more comfortable despite the anxiety because of the time passing, because I planned to go many places. This is something I plan to organize better next time. <div><br /></div><div>Being alone makes me doubly aware so it's likely that I haven't been more relaxed about it and haven't seen and felt the magic of the city and its people.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi3TbVOulPI-Nle2nvaVNFLvJ0O_NUQ5_MrCBwXmVrzXsbvyAXNuSOPhkflkWXCdbnfyU9eoJdWmeqQ3urMpkWSss3KbRoYiC7d1ihxWTea5mDwyYc7_ZxPMb1UWpDedL9-EYmyakiE2dufEY-7n59YFJ15u9Uv4fScfhk-YHiDU5NwIWrT7OF9Ifmk=s2048" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi3TbVOulPI-Nle2nvaVNFLvJ0O_NUQ5_MrCBwXmVrzXsbvyAXNuSOPhkflkWXCdbnfyU9eoJdWmeqQ3urMpkWSss3KbRoYiC7d1ihxWTea5mDwyYc7_ZxPMb1UWpDedL9-EYmyakiE2dufEY-7n59YFJ15u9Uv4fScfhk-YHiDU5NwIWrT7OF9Ifmk=w480-h640" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhcpenXxdNt0hRJrqpwWu5rxpdCen7qL7pMUiHiRE5RL2DyGzuzrXvWyuAiIPiUuMezXfToE5A2e-upAaC-y2CVRTobiBwwSN2mtJmyOlCDbFLeNjbFF1DI0hYQ2p88KdJ4-bgQIpHQU_qSjYrAXfFBMnmHNUDtv8HOS7NPmvTzYJZ8RLd7Y3LylhBp=s2048" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhcpenXxdNt0hRJrqpwWu5rxpdCen7qL7pMUiHiRE5RL2DyGzuzrXvWyuAiIPiUuMezXfToE5A2e-upAaC-y2CVRTobiBwwSN2mtJmyOlCDbFLeNjbFF1DI0hYQ2p88KdJ4-bgQIpHQU_qSjYrAXfFBMnmHNUDtv8HOS7NPmvTzYJZ8RLd7Y3LylhBp=w480-h640" width="480" /></a></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I didn't miss friends or family with me, but I missed sharing with the man I loved. I've been imagining all the time in everything or everywhere what it could be like if I was in love, this feeling of lack made me sad at times, I was very surprised because of that. </div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I don't know why when I lost hope of getting involved, this need to be loved romantically comes. this is all so sad and makes me feel guilty for letting myself get caught up in this breeze. Well, it was just the moment, I understand. I already know how to live with it anyway. I think the moment of solitude was very important, but now I'll know how to manage my emotions and now I'll enjoy the moment more on the next trip.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666;">♥</span></div>Léa Yasnayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06331522109462872231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947785667886917015.post-190250798046141022021-10-04T12:47:00.003-07:002021-10-04T13:23:08.230-07:00Restoring completed<p style="text-align: justify;">It's been a while, I didn't realize how much I need this, see the beach, contemplate the vastness of the sea. I perceive how much I'm small before it, but anyway I feel special because I can see the great revelation of the power of nature.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhXMYFH3N2j9DDvWw4SJXV0o37comZ6clfNCiiVE5ATo8Iwd-8BJ0lVtwEDrKhl1EvEZdbPO4kMw0tOGl1_vVJ8qbRbDlehKJwTrhT3NTVfTcWtYWSMJ9SLH9KOo2nJi9ho_mlD4GNqBvCB_c7YMJKPXsjB87oNFh5aHXWDT4ot1rlzK2Br1l329cdk=s1600" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhXMYFH3N2j9DDvWw4SJXV0o37comZ6clfNCiiVE5ATo8Iwd-8BJ0lVtwEDrKhl1EvEZdbPO4kMw0tOGl1_vVJ8qbRbDlehKJwTrhT3NTVfTcWtYWSMJ9SLH9KOo2nJi9ho_mlD4GNqBvCB_c7YMJKPXsjB87oNFh5aHXWDT4ot1rlzK2Br1l329cdk=w480-h640" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhCcAH_Qa3fV21fsoykMQXQFJrPYYjqy5QtfkI1-R6YIcxXUuVy5YvxlZJINJWIlWVKiCQPEi8QKqQFYXtepF75D_jnT1Hoh-0oVGjoyHUMgA7mOunh8C7mNRmiKKlmTobFzYM3cDh7v9IBZH9bfyO4iG929Yw-aMb74H6j-3ADglVrB4TLkx4Net1L=s1600" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhCcAH_Qa3fV21fsoykMQXQFJrPYYjqy5QtfkI1-R6YIcxXUuVy5YvxlZJINJWIlWVKiCQPEi8QKqQFYXtepF75D_jnT1Hoh-0oVGjoyHUMgA7mOunh8C7mNRmiKKlmTobFzYM3cDh7v9IBZH9bfyO4iG929Yw-aMb74H6j-3ADglVrB4TLkx4Net1L=w480-h640" width="480" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhKRp_VI-HJ3ClVo5bCp_HHL2KGqUHaE4yGUPrBro58KddD5JzAnj61PwHYZh2pZ8SUBUNdTNb3aX1J55wiaoDhR280fR1aA5258qHJU3w78lbYvZCYXybmLVD_A9R_Ib0Cu58EHxQ52tNS2jP3bvN2YwoUYgSw_l2IdwyMxuYS3IlX4hqwmIQ8S_-y=s1600" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhKRp_VI-HJ3ClVo5bCp_HHL2KGqUHaE4yGUPrBro58KddD5JzAnj61PwHYZh2pZ8SUBUNdTNb3aX1J55wiaoDhR280fR1aA5258qHJU3w78lbYvZCYXybmLVD_A9R_Ib0Cu58EHxQ52tNS2jP3bvN2YwoUYgSw_l2IdwyMxuYS3IlX4hqwmIQ8S_-y=w480-h640" width="480" /></a></div><span style="color: #0b5394;"><p style="text-align: center;">♥</p></span><p></p>Léa Yasnayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06331522109462872231noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947785667886917015.post-88630420915814264742021-10-01T07:03:00.001-07:002021-10-01T07:03:34.955-07:00One day I'll be free of you<p style="text-align: justify;">The days go by and I think less about you, now my imagination bring a person that I never met, my fantasy dance with a ghost without name, him figure isn't here, exist in a future but will not be true anyway, this is me trying to escape averyday from you. So when I realize that is not you in my mind I stay relief... After that my heart feel sad, this is a thing that I can't control, you still here a little.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhcENT_9v5GdvKKophaTAvqMJaxjQxAzFsBxbiWbNo0fe8Wr4_BcNmGvw9SpFRyQsJ9C5EyUBXkf0A2TRXoUyOpi0og0jzLi2V7IwXII7s4yjJQusSY-9KGZhBeoa2AVS2dA002ST7z2cBmFMvYR8NGJ2DW_ilQYf7ZyFcJG5pv1NgSh-SHDZOjl5V-=s1080" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhcENT_9v5GdvKKophaTAvqMJaxjQxAzFsBxbiWbNo0fe8Wr4_BcNmGvw9SpFRyQsJ9C5EyUBXkf0A2TRXoUyOpi0og0jzLi2V7IwXII7s4yjJQusSY-9KGZhBeoa2AVS2dA002ST7z2cBmFMvYR8NGJ2DW_ilQYf7ZyFcJG5pv1NgSh-SHDZOjl5V-=w640-h640" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">It's a unique love that can be genuinely returned <span style="color: #e06666;">♥</span></div>Léa Yasnayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06331522109462872231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947785667886917015.post-89205180016570610292021-09-29T05:45:00.003-07:002021-09-29T06:05:45.013-07:00My letter to Britney Spears #freebritney<p>Dear Britney,</p><p style="text-align: justify;">The words inside me about you fill my heart and I can't express all this love and proud of the person that you are. Your talent, grace, kindness, criativity, profissionalism, laugh and sweet heart make this world a better and beautiful place. You are a bless for all your fans. Your shine bright at any place when you are in. You light up this world <span style="color: #e06666;">♥</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;">I was 14 years old when I saw you on Lucky music video. I was catched at first sight, I was in love instantly. You're magic, you was born to make us happy, like you said in a song. Your happines is contagious. You deserve respect! You are a person, a human be, you can do mistakes, you can do anything about your life, it's your rights, you deserve love, peace and all the things you want for. You are brave and I always be here supporting you, you inspires me with your tender and determination. I love you so much fairy lady <span style="color: #e06666;">♥</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;">Your history is a big inspiration for me, your hard work, your fight to make your dreams come true, but more than this your vision of the music and iconic performances are incomparable. You always do a excellet job, you are a strong woman in search of your voice and you are a survivor. I have no words that I could describes how much special you are. You made history, you defined a generation, there's only one Britney, no one can be comparated to you, you are unique. Luv U 4 ever <span style="color: #e06666;">♥</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;">Today is the day that you can be free and this is my pray <span style="color: #e06666;">♥</span> God bless you <span style="color: #e06666;">♥</span> Keep going <span style="color: #e06666;">♥</span> I love you <span style="color: #e06666;">♥</span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg6alTdUmWD6k00ur1of0KaBtQdD_xmjKHEPx5WXOq-84AZ8yKCn1EDEjIcYOg--oGJZSaPTVUEiCY6ZdsHWHs3pLC-CzmGxEkTBnbLKzLzL3rfSQUYyddlOadvPOgjRPsaVbb1Tdd8WlOD1fOiJEwuclX6xt-WZXWwA7FwNIFn8ZglRSYpTYSP1bma=s596" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="596" data-original-width="475" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg6alTdUmWD6k00ur1of0KaBtQdD_xmjKHEPx5WXOq-84AZ8yKCn1EDEjIcYOg--oGJZSaPTVUEiCY6ZdsHWHs3pLC-CzmGxEkTBnbLKzLzL3rfSQUYyddlOadvPOgjRPsaVbb1Tdd8WlOD1fOiJEwuclX6xt-WZXWwA7FwNIFn8ZglRSYpTYSP1bma=w510-h640" width="510" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.instagram.com/iscreamcolour/" target="_blank">image</a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666;">♥</span></p>Léa Yasnayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06331522109462872231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947785667886917015.post-50569944628032087242021-09-13T08:12:00.003-07:002021-09-22T13:39:55.990-07:00Good times!<p style="text-align: justify;">It's so dificult to know that someone feel bad with themselves because of me, about somethig I said or did. But what make me feel better is admit my mistakes and I ask for apologies, so I wait the time clean all that bad sensations, so I go on.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">I'm learning to forgive myself, ask for help, admit my insecurities and my limitations. All this reflections made me do a pause on my writing: I don't know if I really have talent or I just want to believe in it. The only thing I know is write make me feel alive and trully happy to put out all the words that make me feel trapped in the chains of my soul there in that dark place. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">I need start my write as soon as possible. I'm talk to myself in this moment repeating it over and over.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">Ok, the good times, about the title of this post is beacuse I keep knowing myself.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6HOl8a4B0rBPUtoRhYGZzanBJENU-_ic7XYBzUM02EGFaoyBM2GCvBU9CCfCs0bQh-evrprt4xEGZubBPtvM0Hl3-6cRYslAihNeYxsqUXgfz9efKYOxWzDjxb0qisVGzYu-YMHEcnjM/s1080/Design+sem+nome.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="994" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6HOl8a4B0rBPUtoRhYGZzanBJENU-_ic7XYBzUM02EGFaoyBM2GCvBU9CCfCs0bQh-evrprt4xEGZubBPtvM0Hl3-6cRYslAihNeYxsqUXgfz9efKYOxWzDjxb0qisVGzYu-YMHEcnjM/w590-h640/Design+sem+nome.png" width="590" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ea9999;">♥</span></div><p></p>Léa Yasnayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06331522109462872231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947785667886917015.post-56261863809205663072021-08-05T05:57:00.001-07:002021-08-05T05:57:35.248-07:00About memories...<p style="text-align: justify;">Yesterday I was searching for a picture to show to my cousins a place that I visited. So I roll down the photos and I could remember all my sensations at that time, I felt a grateful remember.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">I posted at social media a long time ago but erased in some point, and the reason over it I don't know anymore. But I want to print all of pics that make me happy just at a look, make an album and let it on my bookshelf beside my favorite stories, after all, a photo album tells stories like books.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR-VhYVKx_FQqzb1mJI9b_N38BbMm0lNQx1C9Ws4B3Zr8O_SB6WPi85-FgP3BsZSqB8EG-dtmhSUcSOyB7CPHkTt5m0xjgl7PVeHcLkNRdVWm23F4ZScJAx02ROTdkkBAWbrkgKNWIznI/s2048/20180812_090048.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR-VhYVKx_FQqzb1mJI9b_N38BbMm0lNQx1C9Ws4B3Zr8O_SB6WPi85-FgP3BsZSqB8EG-dtmhSUcSOyB7CPHkTt5m0xjgl7PVeHcLkNRdVWm23F4ZScJAx02ROTdkkBAWbrkgKNWIznI/w640-h480/20180812_090048.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I miss the beach a lot. I have so much inspiration, I like to dream and let the imagination flow, I feel a new person, my soul meets my heart and they dance. I am romantic, you know! I am a romantic creature but I can't express it to people, I'd like to know how get out of my prisons. I'ts a journey, I'll keep building my castle with soft bricks. I love a metaphor and synesthesia, sorry.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh70EPezC3UerOHA4eD-SIZFVyjQbOecI7LF7ITQzWiwUtQuIZfy_RzdN0RNA0Y9kmYK02eKbTK6tQsj6HUQ0c2zUm_hQkZyhiCCkD7RIzLv_UCyzXHnxoDzDCXShl0LlUBGcj8-J10ab4/s2048/20180812_085719.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh70EPezC3UerOHA4eD-SIZFVyjQbOecI7LF7ITQzWiwUtQuIZfy_RzdN0RNA0Y9kmYK02eKbTK6tQsj6HUQ0c2zUm_hQkZyhiCCkD7RIzLv_UCyzXHnxoDzDCXShl0LlUBGcj8-J10ab4/w640-h480/20180812_085719.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div>I'm a privileged person to was born in a litoral city. Thank God! Hope you have a good place to go and feel free and motivated to go on.</div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #c27ba0;">♥</span></div>Léa Yasnayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06331522109462872231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947785667886917015.post-26813108643615557102021-07-30T07:57:00.013-07:002021-08-02T13:20:19.438-07:00Things that I'm going through...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibVVempfq7-PdknO06AVebpiAvuMHoWWI8StD7PlwbHBoKZRHjgjXSlN4av5rsy26uEC1124VUljU74Y1IZRQprm0z7KCxjmv86hdBWA57U80e_LFS_iK4JWnVhg_ibdofr2YkCWC_E3Y/s979/lea+yasnaya.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="979" data-original-width="960" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibVVempfq7-PdknO06AVebpiAvuMHoWWI8StD7PlwbHBoKZRHjgjXSlN4av5rsy26uEC1124VUljU74Y1IZRQprm0z7KCxjmv86hdBWA57U80e_LFS_iK4JWnVhg_ibdofr2YkCWC_E3Y/w629-h640/lea+yasnaya.jpg" width="629" /></a></div><p>I am learning Russian language and it's have been an strange, funny and exciting adventure, it's a beautiful alphabet.</p><p>I keep going idealising that guy because I need the feeling, I can't end up 'cause I really need to write about what I feel, I never felt like this before, this sentiment is rich altough sad, so it can't ended now. I know I'm a masoquist.</p><p>I think that he tries to help me to leave him. He doesn't talk to me, doesn't miss me in any way, he never ask me what I feel, what I'm doing, what's happening in my life, whats fucking goin' on and etc. The fact is that I never knew a guy with a sensibility for life like him, with respect with women work, that know himself and the fusion of feelings inside heart and mind, it's difficult to leave him 'cause he reads my crazy things, he give me support about what I write and dream, he encourages me, he is sweet, I've never found a cute guy, he is. And God it's so hard to let him go.</p><p>I would like tell him what I feel and he finally could say that doesn't feel the same, but not yet, or maybe I should 'cause this is the right feel that I really need to, because this would be the truth, all the rest that I've been through is a lie, is my imagination, desilusions, stupidness, misundesrtoodness.</p><p>Put this words out was the best thing right now, the truth is so much better, is a relief, actually. I should tell him. Courage girl, take courage and go. Don't think too much. COURAGE!</p><p>Who knows.</p><p> <span style="color: #ea9999;">♥</span> </p>Léa Yasnayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06331522109462872231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947785667886917015.post-77124320624739252162021-07-14T10:51:00.004-07:002021-07-14T10:51:59.488-07:00Goodbye<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtpYcExTEnSTlCiPKW2sxRSBnkse7G2TbzfgmuqTFbdx3MlNkZDzSWIrBeMidPO86cDRnlTRK52EMt0ivSJ8sVjlUF8FesfVYJswXcAX3yn6f-0Cvq1ABH_WC-ixEbTwTnwY8jq2Ty4cw/s1342/eu.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1342" data-original-width="1080" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtpYcExTEnSTlCiPKW2sxRSBnkse7G2TbzfgmuqTFbdx3MlNkZDzSWIrBeMidPO86cDRnlTRK52EMt0ivSJ8sVjlUF8FesfVYJswXcAX3yn6f-0Cvq1ABH_WC-ixEbTwTnwY8jq2Ty4cw/w323-h400/eu.jpg" width="323" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">let it go</div><p style="text-align: center;">my sweet </p><p style="text-align: center;">let it be</p>Léa Yasnayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06331522109462872231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947785667886917015.post-41663739846525385842021-06-04T12:55:00.001-07:002021-06-04T12:55:27.502-07:00Let it be...<p style="text-align: justify;">How much more I read, discover new places on internet, watch new series on Netflix, more asleep feelings reborn.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">I'm a creative person, I need develop art anywhere and in anything. I live to see all the colours, smell all the flowers, the beauty of the nature per si is art in essence, so the inspiration come very easy to me.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSrXNbgbTgfv0PwD5IYNYxTswguv45a_o_N-4_FU9Pd2FoWmSkn6qUDGsUqu2PFtE2R1vB84fiJLWj42rCHpqUs8MAX6ooEuLs9kQi_ojWfhyphenhyphenLkHFvUXF4VoRROwfuwGHmhnvXBPxyndk/s960/IMG-20201101-WA0010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="758" data-original-width="960" height="506" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSrXNbgbTgfv0PwD5IYNYxTswguv45a_o_N-4_FU9Pd2FoWmSkn6qUDGsUqu2PFtE2R1vB84fiJLWj42rCHpqUs8MAX6ooEuLs9kQi_ojWfhyphenhyphenLkHFvUXF4VoRROwfuwGHmhnvXBPxyndk/w640-h506/IMG-20201101-WA0010.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ea9999;">♥</span></div>Léa Yasnayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06331522109462872231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947785667886917015.post-5154612034855801552021-05-27T07:06:00.005-07:002021-05-27T08:23:31.588-07:00Rock bottom<p>Suddenly I feel the necessity of write here, it's a good thing, because I'm in a moment of chaos.</p><p>I'm worried yes but I wont die about it.</p><p>If I could give me a advice when I was a young girl is: </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: right;">Sweet girl live with responsibility remember of your limitations! </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: right;">Treat yourself with respect, affection and tenderness.</span><span style="text-align: center;"> </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4T10KGVZ4paWdJM4PWohdLVfE_mVZp4VuxmCig1cCjsMp_5DjUWBQUUjRqJujUylLmDEQ64cEG7egUF7JCBP68E-6MlkaiJwTEwi4V_5FC7McoCid0htKZFQTJI-HsLarT0EvKv2smhs/s2048/um+lugar+silencioso.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4T10KGVZ4paWdJM4PWohdLVfE_mVZp4VuxmCig1cCjsMp_5DjUWBQUUjRqJujUylLmDEQ64cEG7egUF7JCBP68E-6MlkaiJwTEwi4V_5FC7McoCid0htKZFQTJI-HsLarT0EvKv2smhs/w480-h640/um+lugar+silencioso.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><span style="color: #ea9999;">♥</span><p></p>Léa Yasnayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06331522109462872231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947785667886917015.post-1400316640659147242021-05-10T06:34:00.002-07:002021-08-05T06:03:31.566-07:00The death and the beginning<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9hiMnYwrmNdzsQ2GhB3wcuBvX0ZmxuBEQ7nFE1pjTuukQW9ZvcRwGYpSKsEO7TZDgF3tyzP9jpHGoFcKnTWG390ebVnk2TJJcy7t-m9teh52waCsKzOUHiJViVYfd_Wghy_Cud6mwOBc/s2048/sunset+sao+paulo.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9hiMnYwrmNdzsQ2GhB3wcuBvX0ZmxuBEQ7nFE1pjTuukQW9ZvcRwGYpSKsEO7TZDgF3tyzP9jpHGoFcKnTWG390ebVnk2TJJcy7t-m9teh52waCsKzOUHiJViVYfd_Wghy_Cud6mwOBc/w480-h640/sunset+sao+paulo.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I kept this weekend thinking about premature death and why call death of premature?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Paulo Gustavo is, because he never will disapear, he will be forever here because his legacy is full of joy, when I remember him I stay sad and after that I give a big smile or a laugh, and this obliged me to think that is true what the people say: what you make the people feel never go away, is here all the beautiful and happy things that he made just to make us feel well and grateful, so he is here. He is.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We don't need to be friends to feel sad with the leaving of a person from this material world because the art bring us closer, we recognize ourselfs like human with this power, touch the heart is a gift and anyone can do this with love. Obviously he is a singular human be, theres no other like him. We are not the same person and this is a good and perfect thing. His talent is make we laugh and he used it for the best way. Use yours.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We have our journey and we should live winning against the fear. I'm not saying live with the intensity of a radical sport but helping people, say words that elevate and encouraging people, fighting for our rights without hurting anyone, give them our presence and our ears. Share confort and teach love.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I really think that death come in the right time. What we do with our lives make the journey worth it. We have to live like we don't have time to be afraid of take risks. When somebody dead I think about it and planned myself to go to my dreams. I will die oh yes but I wanna do my things!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So I will start a fire.</div></div>Léa Yasnayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06331522109462872231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947785667886917015.post-1858348963173220692021-04-23T10:58:00.009-07:002021-05-10T05:29:47.954-07:00The journey...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1VMHiuVSK6ZgsJUia71KPta_u0oM-ywuOhncL7w1qEVrxGlW63sBApnclBP9mfiW1cGTs_qvKhYeX6RZC8oLGhyphenhyphenKuNXBmUBF8HOjTKhGjxH-JEPcjyLTSPikFa4Ow0SD9Nc67uRWLF4E/s1169/blog.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1169" data-original-width="960" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1VMHiuVSK6ZgsJUia71KPta_u0oM-ywuOhncL7w1qEVrxGlW63sBApnclBP9mfiW1cGTs_qvKhYeX6RZC8oLGhyphenhyphenKuNXBmUBF8HOjTKhGjxH-JEPcjyLTSPikFa4Ow0SD9Nc67uRWLF4E/w526-h640/blog.jpg" width="526" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I don't planned anything for this year, not a big surprise I know! But internet is here to change the way, maybe I could do some project or just learn something new related to art. So the only thing that I want to make come true is break free of my cages, from anything that make me stay far away to conquest my dreams and behaviors that make me hurt and punish myself with sorrow, like do the same mistakes. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Make less mistakes is good, turn the mistakes not a important reason to leave me sad and worried during the night is a bless. I don't became better at it, but less worse than yesterday.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We are in April and at this moment I have two conquests to my total freedom, a little surgery done and a new course to start, and I'm so gratefull, so motivated!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I'm writing here after a long time without because of the sparks of hope with these happenings, in spite of some bulshits I will be a better person, I believe in it.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Today I'm tired, with body pain, on my period, but I'm writing and this act make me happy.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I see my dream a little far way from me, but I still believe, I will always believe.</div><div><span style="color: #f4cccc;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #f4cccc;">♥</span></div></div>Léa Yasnayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06331522109462872231noreply@blogger.com0