Money

It's true what they say money makes the world go round. Money is not everything, but much of the business. After all, who ever denied money? Money is never enough. If there is someone there who do not need, you can move down here, because I accepted.HAHAHAHA
But I'm not talking of money as well because I'm too greedy. No, I'm just realistic. I'm talking like the money, because my interest in him is simply to be able to travel extensively (something you hardly do without money), having a comfortable life and to help people. I've never been interested in super expensive clothes and all that stupid futility. And the day I have enough money, you have already built a comfortable life (what I mean by comfortable life here is anything that I do not miss the basics and even some things that are personal interests) and have traveled enough, then yes, you can be sure that I will help many people. It has always been one of my dreams, help people. Even being able to open some charity, I always wanted to do this. After all, there are people who do not have the possibility to fight for a better life, and I believe that whoever has this possibility, would rather spend a little of your time to show these people that there is another side of life that is not suffering and of people not wanting to cheat on people. One side of life of people willing to help each other. I do not know if that side does exist in the world, I know he does exist in me. Money is wonderful, but should be used for good and useful. After all, when you die, you do not get the money for the coffin. But surely, memories good and useful actions you keep forever. The only things that nobody can take from us is intelligence, kindness and memories. And the money? The money comes from, but can go very fast. So use your money. But use it wisely. 

Women

"One day I stopped to look at women and could only conclude one thing: they are not human. They are spies. Spies of God among us disguised.
Pause to reflect on the sixth sense. Does anyone doubt that it exists?
And how come she knows exactly what women, among these, in a meeting, is one that bestows upon you?
And when she anticipates that someone has something against you, that someone is getting sick or that you want to end the relationship?
And when she says she will get cold and ask that you bring a coat? Rio de Janeiro, 40 degrees, you will catch a plane to Sao Paulo. Only half-hour flight. She tells you to take a coat, because "going to be cold." You do not take. What happens? The plane gets stuck in traffic on the ground for nearly two hours after you've entered before we take off. The air conditioning comes dripping ice is so cold in there! "Take an extra shoes in your bag, baby. Will you step into a puddle ... " If you do not take the "extra shoes," my friend, take extra money to buy another. For his will, no doubt, wet ...
The sixth sense is nonsense!
It is direct communication with God! That is too easy ... Women are mothers!
And prepare, literally, people inside. Does God would entrust such responsibility to a mere mortal?
And not satisfied to teach the life they insist on teaching it to live in an integral manner, offering unconditional love and full availability. They talk about "plague of mother," "mother love", "mother heart" ...
All this is kind of magical ... He may have installed the device "mother heart" in the "guardian angels" of his children (which, incidentally, were created in His image and likeness).
Women cry. Or leak? Or may leak?
Men cry too, but it is a different cry. The tears of women have one do not know why you do not want to cry, do not know what a fragile, do not know what a love, a hint of spice I do not know God, which has a devastating effect on men ...
It is crying female. Crying woman's ...
Have you seen how women talk with their eyes?
They can ask each other to change the subject with just one look. They make a sarcastic comment to another look. And they point a third person with another look. How many types of looking there?
They know all ...
It seems that attend different schools of men who attend! And with a million of those looks that they bewitch men.
Charm!
And more! Regarding occupations, why focus on the areas of humanities? To study the men, of course! While some disguise and study exactly ...
Not even Freud ventured to pursue that endeavor. He has studied, as few human behavior, said the woman was "a dark continent." Whether greater evidence than this? Anyone who loves to draw closer to God. And with women is like that.
Love leads them closer to Him, since He is love itself. So say "being in the clouds" when in love. It is known that women confuse sex and love. And that would be a failure, if not oblige men to a more sensitive and respectful of their lives. Too bad they never see the women-who have angels on the side. With all this love of mother, wife and friend, they are still women most of the time. But they are angels after sex-love. This is where they feel the same love and are re-incarnated angels. And levitate. Some even fly. But men do not know. Nor could. Because they are taken by a spell that makes this time sleeping. "

Luis Fernando Veríssimo

S M I L E !

Every time you feel bad,
smile
somehow, you will be able to take power in the agony.

And every time you want an answer
and feel that it does not fit,
smile
because life will smile back.

In times of distress
doubt, sadness, anger and forgiveness
smile
because only then you will be able to bring back their joy.

When you're feeling like crap
smile to everyone that made ​​you feel like
and everyone will feel guilty or even infected
yes this is true.

smile
and you take away the life
all the joy,
will have good luck and good energy
so, just SMILE!
: D

So different?

Yesterday, when I was in Rio at the terminal, I saw a girl who had studied with me in sixth grade. I was 12. I looked at her, she looked at me, I asked permission to pass and still did not recognize me.And I recognized when I looked at her. It changed nothing. Or did I record that I'm well on people's faces? I do not know, just know that I knew her, know her name, and I remember exactly as it was at the time we studied together. She was the girl "popular", beautiful, with perfect grades and a few of our age who had a boyfriend and still went through fights with his mother because of him. And I was fat, I had problems with math, no boyfriend, but all indicated as a counselor at the time when someone had a problem, and it happened to her many times. How many times I ran to the ladies room to calm her down because she was crying because the boy who was passionate and that the mother did not accept as a genre.It's funny. Not that we were friends, because I did that sort of thing with half my class at least, and my cycle of friends came down to two friends. But I always liked helping people, I think it was at that time I said that would be a psychologist when he grew up.Fortunately I took that frame of mind, because after all, already have enough problems to worry about in real life, problems do not need strangers too. But today, I enjoy helping my friends and anyone else who asks me for help. I do not know if this is good or bad, because in the end I end up getting involved emotionally in other people's problems, but I like to help people in what I can and can not see anyone suffer without at least trying to do something to try to help.But as you can see sometimes only one who remembers who helped those who were helped to forget. But no matter, I feel very good when I help people and do not want to stop, even if nobody remembers me later. After all, first I have to be faithful to my conscience.  But now I wonder: I've changed so much? Look at the pictures below and tell me your opinion !  :D

                                           

                                                               12 years old

                                                           
                                                                   17 years old

Part

Love is a box of surprises, you never know if it will go right or wrong, it is important not to lose hope. Do not stop believing that somewhere in the world there is someone for you at the right time and that this someone else will. Everyone deserves to be happy, if they choose and if they seek.

When we love someone, do not want to stop. Nothing is better than being in the arms of a loved one. It is as if we did not need anything more than the two hearts belong to each other.
Suddenly stopping to eat becomes a waste of time, sleep is unnecessary, because we do not do anything except look at the person, touching, kissing, feel, smell, hug, talk, love in every way possible. The passion can become an addiction. And addiction can be destructive, especially when we do not share this addiction with those we love. I mean, you do not feel for you what you feel for her-not with the same depth, and never will understand because they do not feel that way. And then, one may get frightened by the extent of their dependency and devotion, and suddenly you say goodbye. She disappears from his life and never come back and you enter a state of rehabilitation. You cry, despair, think the world will end. Has nightmares, he promises himself he will never surrender and to see grace in things that once captivated you so much. But one day you wake up and see that it was not a serious end of the world as well.
And when you finally start to get used to the idea of ​​being alone, you know a person completely different from before, but it arouses in you, feelings and reactions similar. Even knowing all this, you can not escape, it's late, you're involved. And then? Ready to go through everything again? 

Travel

I can not believe the fact that we were born in one place, it must remain for the rest of our lives. No, I can not believe it. Not whenthere's a world out there with so many places to visit. I'm not aperson limited in this regard. I have a huge need for travel. To know every type of person, every taste, scent, every place, everything. I want to know everything about every place. All possible places. Andthen yes, only after knowing all these places is that I really can saywhere I fit. Just so I know where my place really is. The world is a big surprise. And to tell the truth, what I really want to be surprised.Living each day one way. Standing routine that does not fit a word in my vocabulary and my life plans. I want to make the world, my home,and I'll get.

I will love you forever

I do not know what got into me; just know that at one time to another, left this poem. Like I'm in love! hahahahaha (but I'm not! Not even close!)
Still, it's worth publishing, it is quite romantic, cute even. So I dedicate this to all poetry lovers, and I hope one day as I love this poem! : D



I will love you forever

I will love you forever
And no matter how long this will last 'forever'
I'm sure it will be time enough.

Life takes many turns
But sometimes back to the same place.
And my place is here
I only live to love you.

I want to travel and see every place
And even if you can not go with me
I just need to know that you're waiting for me
And receive me with open arms by the time I get back.

Only in your arms
I can fit me
This is my true place.
And your kisses, I can forget about any problems
And our minds become one
When we look into the eyes
And we lose ourselves in each other
And so we have an infinite time
Where there are no clocks
And suddenly, everything turns to dust around us.

I just ask you now accept that
This statement
I will write and dedicate
With all my heart
This is the most beautiful and sincere
To celebrate our union.

I remember the first day I saw you,
And love ever since.

I will love you forever
And if you have, that's enough
I will love you forever
In the past, future and present
And all my life and even more
I will love you forever.

Waking

Diapers were falling by the way
Dolls were left behind
Bottles have never been seen

Absorbents were discovered
Maturation was right
And after some time, with a Valentine to have sex

It was always too dreamy, too angry
Where was all the excesses
Until one day, she began to close
And forget about your own life
For the people living
Ever so lost and suffered more
Than its own
This was true?
Or was it just another of many lies?

Until she started to wake up
And finally opened his eyes
In order to see
The truths that have always made a point of denying

She keeps changing
And being surprised every day that passes
With the discoveries she makes about itself all around you
And he is disappointed
Panic
And feel like leaving

Until recently,
She feared the match
He knew how much suffer
But now,
The reasons that once terrified
They are no longer sufficient to make her want to give up going

All make their choices
And she can not stop living their lives because of others choices pies
Each one has his life in hand to make it what you want
And she always had the task of trying to bring some to do the right things
He realized he was forgetting his
She began to realize that life was passing
Things were changing
It was growing
And he was not living
Not enough that someone should live to that age

She spent much time worrying about the lives of others
With what he could do to help
And was always his own for later
And she was slowly forgetting


One day she woke up
And find an answer for everything
Rather, two answers
A: She should begin to live their lives as
Another: she must leave where I was finally able to start

And this time, she would live
Nothing would go unnoticed
Because she finally woke up, she awoke
And wait eagerly for the moment
What can finally live in their own way. 

My time.

Sometimes I need to be alone.
Sometimes, things lose their value to me,
If you turn to dust.

And when that happens,
I recall all that has spent so far in my short life long
And many times, it saddens me.

It saddens me, because there are things
Of which I'm not proud
The same I'd give anything
To go back in time and change.

"Each thing has its place"
So they tell me to calm down.
"Life turns, and when you least expect everything can change"
And I know how bad things may seem new,
For a moment
But then, still the same old things
That give us torment.

But to recover these memories and regrets
I have to be alone
Lying.
And to talk to me, there is only room for one soul:
My.

I am so
Me alone reergo
I hear music, I am in my
And soon I'm smiling again.

I start to smile again
Because I know that to be mourning, a thing for fools.
And since I'm not,
One minute lift
I get out of my crisis and embarked on new plans.

Life is like this:
One day you lose, you win the other.
But it is always a surprise
And we take each learning experience.
Whether in joy or in sorrow.

"Better days will come"
It's the only thing that gives impetus to go ahead.
The only sentence that gives you a certainty.

Almost Morning

It's almost morning
And I still could not sleep
It's almost morning and the wind blows here in the lonely streets
It's almost morning
And I can not describe the feelings that I keep here

It's almost morning
The stars make their way
Little by little there remains no more in this endless sky
It's almost morning
And I just feel a great emptiness
Because it is nearly morning

I feel an emptiness, an infinite void
Because it is almost morning
And I have not spent the night with him
He is only the one who steals my sleep
It's one that reminds me
What is already almost morning
And I've more to wake me up
It is what makes me dream
With the day return
Even though this
Never again.

Love

What can a creature than,
Among creatures, love?
Loving and forgetting,
Love and malama,
Amar, unloved, love?
Always, and even glassy-eyed, love?

[...]

This is our destiny: love and again,
Distributed by things or none perfidious,
Unlimited donations to a complete ingratitude,
And in the empty shell of love looking fearful,
Patient, and more love too.

[...]

Carlos Drummond de Andrade

Everything.

If I could free myself of all the fears that haunt me
If I could get to bring all that I have always held
I would take the wind, which was never my
I'm the one living with uncertainty
The same watering the ground with sand

I could let time heal
But I can not accept
I loved that one one day
Gone never to return.

And all this suffering from a life
Never, not even the Sun and the Moon represent
Because he would never have a crack
Because he would never
He will never know how much I made ​​him suffer

Never have dedicated my soul to someone else
Never donated my body, he would not be suffering
But he made ​​me feel
It was time to give myself away
And so, I get carried away.

I did not want to stop
But before the night could turn day
He was leaving me
Therefore, neither the moon and the sun represent
How he made me shed tears!

What is life?

What is life?
Does anyone know what is life?
Nobody knows.
All just a guess, but have never really sure what one is.
Everyone knows that life is complicated. And in it are containedmany other important things that we do not have sure what some of them are.
Never have.
And live?
Does anyone know what it is?
People want to live the right way, without knowing what living is.
Who said that right is to live right?
Who said that those who live the right way will go to Heaven?
Who said that Heaven exists?
No one ever guaranteed anything. This depends only on the beliefof each one. It is not something that can be proven, but can you prove what you believe. Just living the right way. Life is confusing and too difficult to live is just so right. We are human and imperfectrotten. Full of defects. More defects than qualities. We're here tolearn. Everyone says this, but it's true?
We're really here to learn?
Nobody will ever know.
The only thing I know is that one should live while you still have alife. Because no one guarantees that we will have another.
It should be live, live, live and never look back.
Because if you keep wasting time looking at features, when youfinally decide to look ahead, not more forward.
VIVA!

Marks

Trademarks.
It's just what I have.
Trademarks.
There are so many that some were made,
But I do not remember.

Trademarks.
My life is full of marks.
Marks on my soul and in my career,
Made for love and family.
Brands are what makes up me,
They are the cause of every tear.

Trademarks.
I can not count how many times I've been hurt
And checked.
And where I go
And where I go,
I can not make them stop the bleeding.

Trademarks.
My silent voice,
Turn the paper in my only way
To be true.
It is they who destroy me every day and
I rarely bring happiness.

Trademarks.
Marks of Sun
Its rays do not have salvation,
Even with a sheet.

Trademarks.
Since I was born marked
And constantly tested.
've Got life
And the words,
That came from people who left me marked.

Trademarks.
Although they exist in me
I'm not losing hope of one day
Getting scar them.
And poetry can do that will not talk about brands,
To be able to speak the moonlight.

One day I'll yell for these brands
Stop pestering me.
Until then, leave me here to cry locked,
Seeing and feeling the pain I mark.

He would do the same for you?

Hello dear stranger
When did you bored to be my friend?
Hello changed person
After so much we spent together
You do not even give me a goodbye hug.

But who are you forgetting
It is not our friend
It's just yourself
Hello sorry future
To let the people decide so their life.

My closet is full of memories
You do not care.
And I have no more hope.
Moments I'll never forget
But I can not say that you will do the same.

Hello, look at yourself
Sacrificing everything for something uncertain
And so, you keep insisting
In making the same mistakes
And you might end up alone
That's what I'm more afraid.

So beautiful, so smart
It has so much potential to do something for herself
Time passes and never returns
And you keep moving away.
Time passes and never returns
But will he do the same for you?
He would do the same for you?

I really wanted to tell you the news
But you would not have anything new to tell me
I really wanted to talk
But you do not have anything to say
So what do you tell?
My life is passing her and things are changing
But you seem to stop in time
And always continues with the same error

And this is the last warning
But even so I know you will not see
I hope one day you can get free
For better late than never
So I prefer to think.


So beautiful, so smart
It has so much potential to do something for herself
Time passes and never returns
And you keep moving away.
Time passes and never returns
But will he do the same for you?
He would do the same for you?


I'm not angry
And I do not feel abandoned
If that's what you think
I still have some friends
I'm just concerned
But I think you have forgotten your existence
And that is sad, because you deserve more than that.

So beautiful, so smart
It has so much potential to do something for herself
Time passes and never returns
And you keep moving away.
Time passes and never returns
But will he do the same for you?
He would do the same for you?

Plans.

I flew away,
I flew away with my thoughts
I let all my certainties fly with the wind.
I quit so many times you want
I tried to forget the regrets.

I fly a little
I can at least forget about this crazy world
But does not last long
For soon I'll be back to reality again.


Let things run out
Let people escape
It looks very painful
But I'm beginning to accept
Nothing is eternal, everything is uncertain
And the only things we can do forever
They are our memories.

I'm getting tired
And every day that passes I'm only worried.
Everything is confusing
And in outsize
I do not know where I am
And neither do I
I just know it's time to run
Running away from here.
The only thing I want is to escape.
I do not care if someone will find
What the hell, all die
I want to live and the world know
I just need to disappear.

Hasterreiter.

People should ask about this on my behalf so different. I also wonder about it. In fact, I know nothing other than that it comes from my paternal grandfather, who lived in Minas Gerais and that means more or less Hasterreiter 'knight in a hurry', but has no exact translation. I also know that he is German, of course. And I have never met anyone with that name on, he was out of my family. And yet, not all of my paternal family name they have on this. My grandmother was the only daughter of my great grandfather who was able to register with it. Long story: my bison, the first marriage married a bad guy character. He traveled a lot and my Bisa was only with the mother (living together), who hated her and did all sorts of mischief with it. Bisa when she became pregnant in my first child, in childbirth, the mother pushed her cursed the child inside, and then the child was stillborn. Then my Bisa had a daughter I think. One day the husband of my bison, returned from a long trip, only married to another woman and children and all. Bisa was kicked out of my house and moved back in with parents, which at the time was a shame. A cousin of the army returned it after a while she returned to her parents. First cousin, who was always in love with her. He learned what had happened and went to the house of my Bisa get her to marry her. He took her children from her first marriage and everything. This is my great-grandfather.Only at that time there was no divorce, my only buffalo and my Biso were symbolically married. My Bisa can not take the name of the scoundrel she had been married before my bison, then her children Biso with my co mo were also recorded on the first name of her husband. My grandmother was recorded after great, so she wrote the name in the paper for my Bisa register it because my Bisa was illiterate. And so my grandmother could be registered in the name of the father. A lot. So people in my family who has this name come down on my grandmother, my father, my two aunts, my brothers and me. Why are not my cousins. It's a complete mystery to me and my family. I really wanted to know more about it. I know nothing. What I and the rest of my family thinks, is that it was often mispronounced to arrive in Brazil and thus recorded wrong too.The name on more like the one I found was 'Hansteireiter'. And many people have that name actually. There are also suspicions that my Hasterreiter be Jewish. But not sure.
I consider a very important person to know their origins. I value a lot. I know about on my other names, Victorino and Matt, respectively Italian and Portuguese. I do not know almost nothing about the Hasterreiter. It is a mystery that I want to solve before he died. And one thing I tell you about this on my behalf so mysterious: if I have a daughter, put him up on it. Because women are powerful Hasterreiter. Are we doing real things going in our family. But if I have a son, I'm not so sure: Hasterreiter men are immature and weak for life. I discovered this when I made my chart. And believe Hasterreiter the profile of women, it's me, exactly. It's funny. For this and other reasons, I am so eager to find out about this about as mysterious and unique name. And I will.

The ballet of life

Jumping a puddle, a deviation of the hole.
Fall in the sea
and swim a bit.

freezing hands
alternating cold and heat
Life throws me down and upwards
like I was a ball that bounces.

The important thing now
is to keep moving forward
Ballet dance of life
is something that I am subject

With time you learn
you will see many faces in the crowd
However, few of them
remain present in your life.

I keep turning and walking
looking for my place
I will have faith that one day I will find
But how will I know if he really is
when I arrive?

It has a stone right there
careful not to trip!
Life booby traps on the way
to make sure
you know the choreography
To make sure that you will not devolve.

Happy is the man who can reconcile
feeling and intellect
without unbalance.

Be strong and shine
is sweet and changeable
Feel the breeze on your skin
or even the wind
Dance to the rhythm of life!

About Me

I am a stranger
My friends say I have sudden mood swings
But in the end who ends up laughing at my antics
are themselves, in the worst situations funny and sick.

I have an imaginary room
where I keep all the things I want to remain secret
And the second one, my smile is the sun does not burn the view

But people always think I'm too fragile and malleable.
Well, maybe I, maybe not.
I think it becomes a mystery then.

I'm always the one
which is the smallest among many
But I'm also one
that arouses the desire to want to do something greater.

I do not know why I dance in the street
And not because I run and cry to hold someone
I do not if anyone cares
with the things I write this blog
These are things I'll never know
Nor do I want to understand.

I've had some hair color
And it always caused rumors
But I do not care
My business is to do what makes me want
And that's why I think very well as I do,
since then of course I will have to bear responsibility
But this is nothing new.

I have lived in a world of dreams and fantasies
What I thought nothing could be greater than magic
But that time is up, and now
is only present in some of my poetry.

I do not know if I am a girl or a woman
Many people have told me that I am both
The only thing I'm sure
is that I'll still do 17 years!
I still have a lot to know
And much is yet to come, so
None of this is important now.

You can say many things about me
you can see
But only I can know
only because I'm inside of me
having to deal with every emotion, problem
and having to always think of a solution.
I am a Hurricane
of emotions and illusions.

I'm secretly to myself
What about me that's for sure.

Entitled

Looking at these clouds
revise my concepts
My decisions taken at times
By the time my personality.

The time spent
I have changed.
I grew up?
Or just feel like getting out of here?

I do not drink, do not smoke, do not do drugs
But I still have errors of which I remember and cry.
I live in an eternal search for myself
I'm always breaking my certainties.

My poems are not small
because I have a lot to talk
And do not care if nobody wants to listen.
Come in my head, I write on paper
And after the game here, without fear of what may come.

The computer is an impersonal way to say what is written, poetryand life.
But when I play my stuff here
Just because it's easier and faster
achieve my desire for freedom
without offering an explanation

I was born to be free
And this is an absolute truth.
I want this more than anything,
without fear or guilt.
And the things that come with it,
are the best part.
I live in terms of finally getting
my freedom.