So cold when it´s inside´s calmness
And the lady on a boat, the lady in the garden
wears her prom dress
Asks about trying, hopes of dignity
Doubts of happiness

So simple as the never, and sometime´s troubles
Some birds fly free
Some never left the seat
Some pearls remain useless, brightless
Some pearls remain in the sea.

So imaginative as the growing child
and the adult´s lies
One wants to learn forever
Ones forgets one died

And then she runs along the grass and the road
Where the mothers pray
And the guns get loaded

Did he ever knew as a father he is
that he must stay around
And stay together for the sound
of a waking baby

When the morning rises from the night
And then again its called life
What we all carry, without caring.


Kate Polladsky

Barna mine! ;D

Underneath your clothes
There's an endless story
There's the man I chose
There's my territory
And all the things
I deserve
For being such
A good girl honey...

I love this song... Oh, and the photo.

What does love mean?

A group of professional people posed this question to a group of 4 to 8 year-olds, "What does love mean?"

The answers they got were broader and deeper than anyone could have imagined. See what you think:

"When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That's love."

Rebecca- age 8


"When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different.
You just know that your name is safe in their mouth."

Billy - age 4


"Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other."

Karl - age 5


"Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs."

Chrissy - age 6


"Love is what makes you smile when you're tired."

Terri - age 4


"Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK."

Danny - age 7


"Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more. My Mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss"

Emily - age 8


"Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen."

Bobby - age 7


"If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate,"

Nikka - age 6



"Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, and then he wears it everyday."

Noelle - age 7


"Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well."

Tommy - age 6


"During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling.

He was the only one doing that. I wasn't scared anymore."

Cindy - age 8


"My mommy loves me more than anybody

You don't see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night."

Clare - age 6


"Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken."

Elaine-age 5


"Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford."

Chris - age 7


"Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day."

Mary Ann - age 4


" I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones."

Lauren - age 4


"When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you."

Karen - age 7


"Love is when Mommy sees Daddy on the toilet and she doesn't think it's gross."

Mark - age 6


"You really shouldn't say 'I love you' unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget."

Jessica - age 8


And the final one -- Author and lecturer Leo Buscaglia once talked about a contest he was asked to judge.

The purpose of the contest was to find the most caring child.

The winner was a four year old child whose next door neighbor was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife.

Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman's yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there.

When his Mother asked what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy said,

"Nothing, I just helped him cry"

I´m not perfect, but maybe a little piece of heaven
What am I good at? What am I good at?
Something.
Tells me to stay awake, and wait...Wait.
For Pete´s sake why don´t you love me?
Pete could do better than you
But I, I don´t think I would.

At this moment there´s just me
And the mess I made with my thoughts
There´s a screen and that´s the light
Darkness´ covering the hall
I can´t dream, I now dream
I only dream, guess that´s all.

You´re the only transparency I see...
Though I´m not sure if it´s you
Behind the wall...

-I´m pathetic, I was part of you one day-

And it´s okay, I got.
But I never understood
When it´s late I do
In time I fail
When it´s too late, it´s too complicated
In time, I complicate.

Did you ever noticed, 3:00 a.m or so...And I´m here.
Missing you, my excuse for me
Can´t sleep, my excuse for you.
Nowadays, I remember
And feel fool
Later I´ll remember
And I´ll feel fool.
´Cause I was always here
For you..



Kate Polladsky

E ainda que me tirem a felicidade
E me privem da verdade
Me afoguem os sonhos
E a vontade
Tem sorrisos que me levantam
E palavras que me afrontam
E dão coragem
Há aqueles que me encantam
Forças que me ensinam
E amigos que valem a saudade.



Kate Polladsky

AUTOPSICOGRAFIA

O poeta é um fingidor.
Finge tão completamente
Que chega a fingir que é dor
A dor que deveras sente.

E os que lêem o que escreve,
Na dor lida sentem bem,
Não as duas que ele teve,
Mas só a que eles não têm.

E assim nas calhas de roda
Gira, a entreter a razão,
Esse comboio de corda
Que se chama coração.

Fernando Pessoa

kate polladsky

I´VE GOT NO BALANCE
THE BARE PATH LEADS MY SOUL
A GIRL BENDS
UP AND DOWN
BUT IN THE MIDDLE SHE HOLDS
WITH THE STRENGH OF THE END
GROWING UP INTO A NEW WORLD

THE OUTSIDE VIEW THAT LAUGHS
AT YOUR INSIDE EYES
AND DOES IT FEELS LIKE
THE STRANGER LIFE

SAVES A HEART, THREATS A MIND
TAKES FOR GRANTED TO SLEEP AT NIGHT

I´M THE CONSEQUENCE OF ME
I´M NOT THERE WHEN I NEED IT
I DIDN’T NEED TO BE THERE
CANT DEAL WITH MYSELF NOW AND THEN
AND THEN I HAVE TO DEAL WITH IT
I DON’T REALLY KNOW WHAT ITS FAIR
BUT I DO MEASURE ALL WHEN ITS FAR
NOT SUCH A KALEIDOSCOPIC FATE
JUST SETTLED DOWN LIKE THE DUST OVER IT
I GUESS MY DAY IS…
ALSO A MOVABLE DUMP
OFTEN A CONSTANT CHANGE
THE MELODY OF ONE MAN´S TRUMP
THE REST OF YESTERDAY´S CAKE

I´VE GOT NO BALANCE
THE BARE PATH LEADS MY SOUL
THE SMOOTH SKIN AND THE SCRATCHY BONES
THE SHELL AND THE PEARL
INDIFFERENT AT THE WHIRL
I´M ENOUGH , LIKE SUFFICIENT AND TIRED.
A STRAIGHT WALK ON MOSTLY
UNFOCUSED, BACKWARDS
A ONE MINUTE DELIGHTED.




KATE POLLADSKY

KATE POLLADSKY

THE LAST CONFLICT MADE ME CHANGE

I couldn´t put one certain conflict that made me change. There must have been many ones that provocated changes along the years and hopefully made me a better person, or simply brought me some reflections that I try considering so far.

Perhaps I could point moments of conflicts, would it possibly reach the objective of this query? I shall give a try. But in a peculiar way. If it totally fails, please do not hit me with some drums´s sticks...

“There was a time, when I was so broken hearted, love wasn´t much of a friend of mine...” Sings Steven Tyler. Lives I. A conflic of two years ended the year after, when I decided to have some more of self-respect and waved that year of hell goodbye.

And then it goes like Alanis´ track “ You live- you learn, you love- you learn, you cry-you learn, you lose-you learn...” I´ve followed the “you learn” steps until the “Wait until the dust settles”... Finally “You wait and see the smoke clears”.

Smoke cleared. That conflict in my life was solved. After that it was peaceful times until love knocked on my door and got in with official note “I´m back”. It brought me happiness, but later on turned into a new conflict that is still being processed. To sum up, love has always been the last conflict that made me change, but it’s also the current one. It has always been a strong conflict. I think it made me more self-confident & more self -defensive at the same time. I applied the idea of “Turn chaos into Art” which became my life philosophy; as well as “What doesn´t kill you, makes you stronger” and finally “ Better be pessimistic and be surprised than be optimistic than be disappointed”. The last one is not healthy at all, so I make use of it in a moderate way. I try not to expect, then I simply hope.

I´m very conflictuous myself. Sometimes real battles happen on the inside. Some of them I stuck in and get rid of, hurted but alive. Other, remains and its dissolved in the everyday life. Both carries consequences. All of it made me change somehow at some point I couldnt precisely define. But the main change could be I end up thinking more about my conflicts. Writting this text is a conflict itself. Now I end up thinking, have I ever been a conflic to someone?

KATE POLLADSKY

No assoalho eu me estendo, eu me engano.
Ao imenso vazio de carma eu me rendo, eu sangro.
Devolveram-me à vida de antes, não sei se estou me acostumando.
A luz que me acorda e que por hora inside
Sim, divide a noite entre ontens e ante o agora
Adormece pra ver se acalma, e se há alma...
Não demora...



Kate Polladsky

Valei-me, Deus!
É o fim do nosso amor
Perdoa, por favor
Eu sei que o erro aconteceu
Mas não sei o que fez
Tudo mudar de vez
Onde foi que eu errei?
Eu só sei que amei,Que amei, que amei, que amei
Será talvez
Que minha ilusão
Foi dar meu coração
Com toda força
Pra essa moça
Me fazer feliz
E o destino não quis
Me ver como raiz
De uma flor de lis
E foi assim que eu vi
Nosso amor na poeira,
Poeira
Morto na beleza fria de Maria
E o meu jardim da vida
Ressecou, morreu
Do pé que brotou Maria
Nem margarida nasceu.
E o meu jardim da vida
Ressecou, morreu
Do pé que brotou Maria
Nem margarida nasceu.



Happy Valentine´s day for me... . .. . .... :´(

Não compreendo senão como uma espécie de falta de asseio está inerte permanência em que jazo a minha mesma e igual vida, ficada como pó ou porcaria na superfície de nunca mudar.




-Pessoa

A velha nova Ponta Negra...

Foto que eu tirei do celular, ficou muito boa na verdade.

Ponta Negra está linda, um sossego. Até que pra isso ser a baixa estação e o escândalo dos noruegueses... rs rs

Kate Polladsky

Come and stay
We´ll burn your going together
The love remains
Even its not meant to be forever
If Im gone before you
Im taking the memories gladly
Ill trip on my fate
And send you lovin messages
Im down since ever
Fallen completely for you
Might not be strong from you
But no power could break my love in two
Except yourself
Of all the times I met hell
You only lost me to yourself
And the least I can do is be like this
Empty shell, til waves bring me better things
Or Take me away till better ways
I hope there´s someone else
I hope this is not the only chance I see
I expected to be the one you seek
Someone breaks apart and this is me
Someone wastes a heart, you, aren’t there for me
So no excuses to cover sorrows
No belongings I could borrow
I belong to the past
I groundless comfort where I rest
The first thing I remember is so far the last
So it never goes away
By you I was betrayed, by me Im betrayed
At some weak-hearted point we match…
So come, if you please stay…
Your going and I are burning together
The love remains..

Kate Polladsky