The sky was resting from the mighty rain
That covered the night I first saw you,
When through the blinding lights you came
So high, there was nothing above you.
And the noise around us turned to quiet,
When like two bullets your eyes hit mine
For in those two seconds, all was silent,
As if you’d forever stopped the time.
Those shameless colors between us both,
They all got magically entwined
For a yellow fence was not enough
To keep your body from fitting mine.
Would it then be absurd, my love,
To wonder if you are still here,
When the softness of your voice
Still echoes in my ears…?
Dear Katy;
People often wonder why I love Oasis this much. The last lines of the book I just finished, written by Paolo Hewitt, not only gave me chills and tears, but it made me feel familiar to him, and although he speaks of an Irish little girl, I felt that girl was me.
” ‘This is called “Masterplan”,’ Noel announces, and he strums a chord that then rises high above the crowd and floats across Manchester, the town that helped shape him, the town he had to leave.
As Noel sings ‘Take the time to make some sense of what you want to say And cast your words’, the crowd continues its journey, over Liverpool where they first recorded, and then high above the Irish sea, floating softly over the waves until Ireland is beneath.
It travels South, heading towards a little girl who sits by a river in county Mayo gazing into the water, searching for signs of her future. The chord reaches her and momentarily hangs above her head before descending and enveloping her body. The little girl gives a slight shiver and then looks up to the sky, knowing she had been touched.
Then she stands and walks away, whistling her sing into the cool evening air, heading towards a future that nobody ever knows. “
This is why.
How do I get better?
Dear Katy;
Things have now become a little too serious for me and I just can’t seem to keep my focus anymore. I am jealous like I’ve never been with anyone, and for the first (and hopefully last) time, I want to be someone else. I want to be her. For a moment, you know, I thought it might for some crazy reason come true, all this. How stupid I was. See, I was ridiculous once. But now, it’s no longer ridiculousness. And I’m scared of how deep things are going, inside me.
I can’t eat, can’t sleep, I can’t go down a road without any little thing there, to remind me of him and of how imperfectly perfect he is. And how I would have given anything, to have the chance that some had, and still do. Because after all, there isn’t anything about them that he wouldn’t find in me. Why did it, like, fall from the sky to her?
You know I’m a very positive person, and I believe all my dreams can and will come true. I really do, and some of them are already happening (like meeting you, going to Wembley…). But this one…I know, that this one will never come true. And that KILLS me inside. It hurts, more than anything in the world, and it will leave bruises, for I have blocked everything under my skin, and I’m emotionally closed to everyone but him, which leads me to be completely isolated from other people of my age, having my guitar as my best friend.
And I sometimes think they are totally right! I’m 16! I should be going on dates at McDonald’s, and falling in love with that cute guy from the senior class and pray every night for him to ask me to prom! Then why in the WORLD did I have to fall in love with someone who ignores my existence? Why did I have to pick HIM, out of all the others?
Going to Wembley made me understand some things, you know. I won’t be talking musically, because musically, there isn’t anything I can say except that it was the best time of my life. But in other matters, it hit me in a shocking way, leaving me with that which I hate the most: reality. Being there, feeling him, only meters away from me, all eyes on him, me being just another black dot in the middle of the immense crowd…Seeing his wife and his kids, it was all there, right in front of me. No screen, no lies, all real. It was all like a wake up call, for which I wasn’t prepared… It all brought me down to this hole where I’m currently in. And today, reading his dedication to “Mrs Nicole Gallagher, I mean, ” just the image of him saying that, it’s like the collapse of the idea of complete happiness to me, being washed away and taken over by someone else! Honestly, no matter how insignificant I might be next to her, it always hurt, when you’re in love, no matter who it is that you’re in love with. No matter who, you’ll always invent in your head, ways of making it work, no matter how impossible…it’s love. Along with the imagination, it sees no limits. You don’t care how small or insignificant you are.
But well, I like to think that it’s all temporary. At least that’s what they say, and although I don’t usually believe them, I do believe it will all go away with time. Or so I hope…
But one thing I’m absolutely sure: there will never be another Liam Gallagher.
“I guess, second best is all I will know”…
Yours truly,
Rita
Any moment everything can change…
Dear Katy;
I’m really lucky to have found people on this world that is the internet who give me strength and make me feel good fromt time to time!
you know, she told you everything I was trying to tell you that day… the brazilian version of Idols has pretty shitty people as well, and you KNOW you are good, Rita. if people diss you (if they do it at all) is because they’re jealous. So follow our advice, try it out. I’m so happy that you decided to do it, I’m sure you’re gonna ROCK the judges asses!
I’m your fan already. Don’t forget about me when you’re in Hollywood!
good luck dear <3
THANK YOU! We’ll meet again in Hollywood, certainly! <3
Any moment everything can change…
Dear Katy;
This was the sweetest thing someone has told me in the last long period of time!
I read this and my face was like -> Ö
Dear Katy;
I’m facing a big dealema:
The portuguese version of “American Idol”, called “Idols” is back- they want people from the age of 16 years old to…whatever. Which means that, legally I can participate.
Now, things are not as simple as that, there’s a lot to think about, lots of questions:
1: Things go wrong.
1.1: What if I make a fool of myself?
1.2: Is it gonna ruin my career as an artist?
2: Assuming that I’m chosen:
2.1: is it gonna be a good thing for my career?
2.2: will it be easy to keep the studies up?
2.3: what will the reaction from the people around me be? (friends, family, people at my fucking school etc etc)
There are LOTS of other questions… I never know what to do! What to do? I’m sure if I don’t go I’m gonna regret it…or not. Argh! I don’t know! I wish you were here to help me…
Yours truly,
Rita
Rita, you are one of the best singers I’ve ever heard. Did you ever seen Idols? OMG, lots and lots of people who participate sing worse than me [and I sing really really bad]! Of course ther will be great singers too, and older than you, but the point is you’re really good, and you should, at least, try. If you fail… OMG, if you fail doesn’t mean you’re not a good singer! And you know “Idols” is not like “American Idol”. Kelly Clarkson, Jordin Sparks, Adam Lambert… They are like
Superstars, known all over the world, and here… I guess the most known Idols’s participant is Luciana Abreu —’And the studies… It’s going to be hard to conciliate both things, but maybe you can do it, I don’t know…
Ahm… And I think you shouldn’t worry about what the others will think.
Pretend I’m Katy xD
“Rita! You should try! If you get nervous drink a coke and take a tylenol! Eat bananas and love kittys”
Think about this and… ahm… s
orry if there’s some mistake but I’m really tiredxDKittyKiss**
Dear Sarah,
Thank you so much for all the love and support, it means the world to me! You may not be Katy but you made me feel like it was her! Thank you!
And I am going to do it. You only live once!
I loved the picture in the end!
<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 xoxo
yours truly,
Rita
Dear Katy;
I’m facing a big dealema:
The portuguese version of “American Idol”, called “Idols” is back- they want people from the age of 16 years old to…whatever. Which means that, legally I can participate.
Now, things are not as simple as that, there’s a lot to think about, lots of questions:
1: Things go wrong.
1.1: What if I make a fool of myself?
1.2: Is it gonna ruin my career as an artist?
2: Assuming that I’m chosen:
2.1: is it gonna be a good thing for my career?
2.2: will it be easy to keep the studies up?
2.3: what will the reaction from the people around me be? (friends, family, people at my fucking school etc etc)
There are LOTS of other questions… I never know what to do! What to do? I’m sure if I don’t go I’m gonna regret it…or not. Argh! I don’t know! I wish you were here to help me…
Yours truly,
Rita
frustration paradise.
Dear Katy;
Here’s something that touched me:
I don’t even know why I do it… why I read those fucking reviews just to know about some lucky bastards that got onstage with him and realized every single dream that I HAVE. There’s people out there living MY LIFE and doin’ everything I wanna do while I’m stuck in this land like a castaway stranded in a desert island.
I’d kill and steal and throw rocks at Jesus’ cross to give him a kiss or, uh, lick his freaking face like that bitch did. The jealousy will kill me, soon. I’m gonna die a little every single concert night waiting for someone to share their wonderful experiences in Greendayland. I still don’t know the reason I do it, it’s like burning my heart, it’s FUCKING MASOCHISM. I don’t enjoy this kinda pain. WHY, GOD? WHY? If you’re really up there… give me a freaking answer.
oh, look at me. I’m such a failure. I’m going through life just to spend a couple minutes beside a person, knowing I would never mean anything to him. How wonderful. time to feel extremely sorry for myself…
The person who wrote this I have never seen her, nor heard her voice, but somehow I feel like I know her, for we share the same feelings. She helped me making one of my biggest dreams come true, meeting you, and it breaks my heart to think that I can’t help her make one of hers come true…
“Furstration Paradise”… we’ve all been there. Us. Artists. Us, lovers… it’s part of life… to seek the highest star , and to always want more, more , and more! And now, quoting: “WHY?”- that is the question we all want to know the answer to…What do we hear from other people? “You are wasting your youth. Get down to earth stick to the reality.” - Oh but fantasy, it is SO much better…So what? Let us dream! As long as we can dream we’re happy. And you know what happens to dreams? Real dreams? Dreams you dream, not every night, but every day, every hour, every second? They come true. They do come true. They will be real. What happens to those who do not dream? Oh, they certainly are much more reasonable people, playing safe… And they will be happy with their reality. Or will they not?
And jealousy….. oh jealousy, it drives us MAD! You feel powerless about it, it is pure furstration! What is it that they have that we don’t have? Why can’t we be them? Even if just for that brief moment… Why, why, why, why???? So many questions! And WHY doesn’t anybody understand us?
The turth is, there isn’t an answet to those questions. But one thing we should all keep in mind:
We are together. Us who dream, us who love, us who aspire the unreachable. We will never be alone… And if we never stop dreaming, if we never stop loving, our dreams will become that reality that they want us to be in.
Ra, never stop dreaming. And remember, you are not nor will ever be alone.
Yours truly,
Rita
Dear Katy;
Thank you so much for the best day of my life. I realised I didn’t say a lot of things that I wanted to say on that meeting, but I was too far away from reality!
Thank you for being such an inspiration for me, thank you for aways being there when there’s no one else, thank you for making me a stronger person and teaching me not to care about other people’s opinion. I love you and aways will.
Please come back soon!
Yours truly,
Your best (fan) friend , Rita
