Butter

Se você colocar a manteiga no calor
para que se torne mais macia
quando quiser passá-la no pão,
lembre-se que no forno a gás, elétrico, microondas, fogão
a manteiga não amolecerá.
Ela, simplesmente, derreterá e virará óleo.

Moral da história: Nem tudo acontece como queremos,
como dizem nossas hipóteses.
Mas para tudo existe um acontecimento.

From my deep heart

Sometimes, I think about my life. Am I happy? Is everything making me happy? Am I making myself happy? I could leave and get away from it. I could back to who I do know. I could look for something that wouldn't make me so tired, but happy.
Maybe, I'm losing what I was supposed to win. In my present I guess how the future will look like. If, in the future, everything was perfect. That's (what is happenning) is everything that I looked for. I knew that would be easy. But it's not, I was wrong. But it's not a mistake.
I know God loves me. And if it was worse to me, God wouldn't let me come. So, I'm here. That's the best way. That's what my God says to me. I gotta believe. I have to. I know I'll cry at night, but no one will see me but God. I know my tears will be dryed by my laughs, when my turn to forget arrives.
I believe that there is only one who I can trust. But there are a lot of people that live in my heart and all of these people will wait me a half, one, two, five years. I just can't be late, maybe late brings death. If it happens, I will look back and say "I can't believe that I didn't enjoy them". I'm so young. I'm so old. I'm young and old enough to decide.
Now, I can't stand. I wish I could get away with it, but I can't. I don't want to give up. I wouldn't be shame if I did, but I don't. I'm just trying to say that is difficult to say goodbye, even on telephone. But worse is not say hello, even in dreams.

Vazio!

Agora, até a garagem parece grande.

17 Again!

Há exatamente um ano,
Deus virou pra mim e disse:
"Você terá mais um ano de vida!"

E como sempre Sua palavra se cumpriu!

Evolução ou Regresso!

Todos os velhos são sábios.
Tem uma sapiência incrível.

Porém, todos os velhos regridem.
Viram criança, outra vez.
Que faz birra, que não obedece.

Portanto,
respeitemos sempre,
as nossas crianças!

Estoy aquí.

Se você sente o mesmo que eu...
...levante a mão!

o/

Tá acabando!

Vejo uma luz no fim do túnel.
A calculadora é a minha guia.
Nossa Senhora do Fim do Período,
fazei o período sempre bom!!!
Amém.

Ps: Sem deboches e blasfêmias.