My cigarette

When I look at you, I see nothing

When you look at me, know I'm crazy

I need adrenaline 24 hours a day, I'm an addict.

When I stop to think of you, know you're a total empty

He only knows how to judge me and talk

Because you do not put your ass and go do what you always say you will?

Because I'm waiting for a long time that day.

Can you go without trying to control me?

Can you look at your cigarette instead of looking for my?

Why is my smoke in the air circulates

But just know your going in circles.

You always try, but you can not control myself

I will not heed their judgments pros ridiculous.

I'll do what I do because it's my turn

I'll walk instead of talking, because I got this right,

I am no longer 17.

Do not need you to wish me luck.

If you try to stop me, will have an unpleasant contact with death.

Stop looking at my cigarette, accepted that there is more you pay.

Do not wanna hear you say,

I throw my cigarette on you, hope you can finally burn

and only become dust.

My life is mine, accepted at once.

Leave me alone, do not force me to become a killer.

In looking for my cigarettes!

Just for today, is a little less ordinary!

I'm in control now and nobody will stop me to realize my dreams

I'll explode if I need you, sucker!

Do not stand in my way, do not want to feel the taste of my hate.

Get out my face, I can make you turn to dust in an instant.

You no longer controls my mind.

So, feel the smell of my last cigarette

and go to where you hold on.

Vanity

Dream that I'm the Poet elected

That says it all and knows all,

What is the inspiration pure and perfect,

That brings together the immensity back!

A dream that my back is clarity

To fill the world! And what delights

Even those who die of homesickness!

Even the soul-deep and unsatisfied!

I dream that someone here in this world ...

To know that vast and deep,

At the feet of those who walk the earth curved!

And the more I'm dreaming in the sky,

And when I've been flying over the top,

Agreement of my dream ... And I am nothing! ...

Florbela Espanca

All we have to say

Say I'm not easy

Say how much you strive to please me

Say I love difficult

Say you do not know what to do to make me believe.

And after saying all this, say it again.

So I can write.

I'll tell you that I do not know who to trust

And I'll tell you how much I like everything you do to please me

I will say that I never used to be so hard

And I will say that I'm afraid to believe, because I'm tired of hurting me.

And after I have said all that, I will not have to say again.

Because deep down you already know each one of these things in the back of your mind.

We may say we want to try

We will say that we will give a chance for that.

You will say that just wants to make me happy

And I'll say that you already do.

After that, do not talk more

Let's kiss and make it to finally start

Let's put into practice all our plans

And perhaps, in the midst of all this, we can say "I love you."

Days not so stupid as well

I think it was last year I wrote a text about days. You know, "National Day of what I do not know", "Coffee Day" ... These days so idiotic way. In the text I would say that every day is all. Every day is Kiss Day, every day is Friend's Day, every day is Mother's Day ... I still think more or less the same way, but now I'm a little more resigned to the fact the world to invent stupid day to earn and spend money on these sales. The world is like that, you need to rotate.

But today I found myself thinking that fails to celebrate one of those special days (such as Mother's Day, Father's Day, Woman's Day, the Day's Friend ...) would be like leaving to celebrate a birthday. Embarrassed and inadmissible. I'm not talking about the gala, I'm just talking about a recognition enough to store in memory. Eating a pizza lunch with the family, go out anywhere you like ... There are already ways to take advantage of these special dates. In the case of Mother's Day and Father's Day, for example, then yes I agree to this, but on other days, such as: Casual Day (yes, it exists! It is a day invented pros go more casual suits Look for work ... what a strange thing ... Generally, the Casual Day is a Friday) are day to be celebrated internally. Just so you smile in recognition of a day like this. And only.

I realized that, since there are so many useless days like these, because nobody invented the Day of Change? I know that every day is a day to make a change and perhaps for this reason that there is no exact date to celebrate, but why not a day to honor a gesture as brave and as evolutionary changes? It should rather be the Day of Change.

But, on reflection, think it would be tricky for me to celebrate a day like this in just a date. Because I'm addicted to the real changes. I hate routine. If things get stuck for too long, I start to get kind of depressed ... I am a person of movement (although I am a little lazy ... But in this case, I refer to another type of motion), and stock turns 360 °. I love it. I love the risks because the risks I add so many emotions and feelings and experiences. It is a wonderful thing. There are things that are permanent and must be the same for the good of everyone, but there are others who ask to be metamorphosed, and it is precisely these things that are always turning in my hands. And when I do not know a way to rotate them, I will try. I make a mess, fucus everything, but then everything tidy in a new way that makes it all worthwhile.

If there was a Day of Change, I would like. It's the kind of day that is not that stupid.

Living the present, predicting the future

I'm walking the sidewalks of these streets of nowhere. Nobody recognizes me, nobody knows who I am, no one sees me. I'm camouflaged. Walking through the crowd with my worn black sneakers with headphones in your ears, listening to songs that make me think, traveling or want to dance. Viva anonymity! Experience the freedom to come and go without having to give explanations or satisfaction! If I knew that life would be so simple, would have been born before.

I like walking and remain unknown. For the time being. I like being able to hide in broad daylight. I like to photograph the special images that appear in front of me, without having to have reasons to do it. No cause greater than my will. There is a stronger motive than this? We are rational, but we forget that we are animals too and that many times the instinct to control. I am proud to say I'm rational, but chose to be untamed own free will. And out of respect for some instincts that I have inside.

Even all that loving feeling of being anonymous, I have to admit I do not want to be anonymous at all times. Just a moment I want to be as visible and clear as neon lights, and this moment will be when you pass me by on the sidewalk one day, in any country whatsoever, in any one street. I want you to see me and that put an end to my hopes, because I'm waiting for you long ago. I will always wait. Because something inside me says it's taking so long is because surely this world will be an extraordinary meeting and more than special. And great moments need time to be prepared. There are many details to take care. But no matter how long it takes all this preparation, because it always gets the opening day.

I'm sure the day you see me, by chance not so casual as well, I'll be with the headphones in my ears listening to "The dog days are over." And will this time we will look deep into her eyes and then nothing else is equal.

He need to take a rest

Some things I am obliged to ignore. I believe in God and some other stuff, but I'm not a dependent on that belief. I think God already has too many things with which to worry. Call me disrespectful and many other terms fanatics, but that's the truth. God does not punish anyone, "punishments" are consequences of the acts of each. If people leave God in peace a little, begin to realize the mistakes in their lives, and also realize that only you can make the changes. Prayer is a plus, but pray and sit waiting for a miracle, will not work. You will wait asleep.

I think it is also pretty obvious that God has nothing to do with religion. God is energy, is in everything we see and in all that we do not see. If he created everything, I think it should be anyway. Religion is something invented by humans. Different sets of practices, which often has the same goal: to divert attention from mistakes, for comfort of their own. Not necessarily for repentance, but by fear and superstition.

And people have the bad habit of thinking that religion lock each other, believe that religion puts limits and prevents many do wrong things. But people who are like that fail to do the wrong things out of fear, not by conscience, not knowing what is right and wrong. Just stop doing because they will not go to hell and stuff. That is, many straights as straights are not so selfish minds are rotten. Hypocrites who love to justify their actions by putting God in the midst. But do not lose the opportunity to deviate from the "right" when you have the opportunity. "O que você faz quando, ninguém te vê fazendo? O que você queria fazer se ninguém pudesse te ver?"

Despite all these ridiculous things I already know about the world, from time to time things happen that give me hope. Hope that all is not lost. As when the time I got lost in the street and saw a woman on my face I was confused and offered me help. As when the time I saw a woman helping a senior citizen walking down the stairs to the subway. As when in time a boy with cerebral palsy dropped his cap on the street and ran into a woman return it to the boy's mother did not have to bend down and pick up there. As when the time I almost got run over for the umpteenth time and a man pulled me by the sleeve. I believe those are times when God appears voluntarily, without anyone having to call on Him because He appears sympathetic to you and wants to show you that all is not lost. There is still hope. Still there. We just need to let God work in peace and do our best.

Give a rest to God. He is already too burdened. And if you want to connect with God, practice love. The love of all possible ways, because that way, you are really proving that it is "good."

Mean - Taylor Swift

You, with your words like knives

And swords and weapons that you use against me

You, have knocked me off my feet again

Got me feeling like I'm nothing

You, with your voice like nails on a chalkboard

Calling me out when I'm wounded

You, pickin' on the weaker man

Well you can take me down

With just one single blow

But you don't know, what you don't know

Someday, I'll be living in a big old city

And all you're ever gonna be is mean

Someday, I'll be big enough so you can't hit me

And all you're ever gonna be is mean

Why you gotta be so mean?

You, with your switching sides

And your walk by lies and your humiliation

You, have pointed out my flaws again

As if I don't already see them

I walk with my head down

Trying to block you out cause I'll never impress you

I just wanna feel okay again

I bet you got pushed around

Somebody made you cold

But the cycle ends right now

You can't lead me down that road

You don't know, what you don't know

Someday, I'll be, living in a big old city

And all you're ever gonna be is mean

Someday, I'll be big enough so you can't hit me

And all you're ever gonna be is mean

Why you gotta be so mean?

And I can see you years from now in a bar

Talking over a football game

With that same big loud opinion but

Nobody's listening

Washed up and ranting about the same old bitter things

Drunk and grumbling on about how I can't sing

But all you are is mean,

All you are is mean.

And a liar, and pathetic, and alone in life,

And mean, and mean, and mean, and mean

But someday, I'll be, living in a big old city

And all you're ever gonna be is mean yeah

Someday, I'll be big enough so you can't hit me

And all you're ever gonna be is mean

Why you gotta be so ?

Someday, I'll be, living in a big old city

And all you're ever gonna be is mean

Someday, I'll be big enough so you can't hit me

And all you're ever gonna be is mean

Why you gotta be so mean?

Determined

How a person can get hurt? So many things possible and different, but equally strong as ... So many tears to pour, in different proportions. A tear to that traumatic moment, one for one tragic moment, to another one that could be avoided, and the other for the lack of ability to do all these moments fade from your mind. Because she can not do that? Because she can not do it? Maybe it is a sad, sad soul who is always unhappy, because he is always trying to be something that is not: happy in a way that does not exist. I mean, she is happy, she considers herself a happy person, although some complain too much at times. I mean, she smiles a lot. But maybe that's not saying anything. Maybe it's just a disguise. An escape from what is inevitable and could be treated as a ghost that haunts her life. And no use to hide, because like any typical ghost, he goes through the walls and see it one way or another. You can not keep him away.

But you know that kind of person who is clinging to the memories as much as you do not want? You know that kind of person who sometimes gets crying over things that happened years ago? Well, this is it. That person who talks about herself in third person for being too cowardly to expose themselves in the first. That person pathetically common. That person oddly unnatural.

But you know, this girl has so many tears. So many countless tears, but they are all contained within it. Trapped in a prison in which she has no access. If she does not know how to refer to itself, will know how to find the path to liberation?

I have an idea: a screaming FUCK and shouted to anyone and do not want to hear and sending all the pro range strike, even tears. Why are they good for anyway? Just to delay the inevitable? This person has a path, because she decided Tues And even though she is hurt and full of tears, there is nothing strong enough that deter you from a promise made in its infancy.

 She is strong in a way that no one can explain.

Never

I was never as all

I never had many friends

I was never a favorite

I never was what my parents wanted

Never had someone who loved

But I had only to me

My absolute truth

My true thoughts

My comfort in times of suffering

not live alone because I like

but because I learned to be alone ...

Florbela Espanca

Life out there

I wonder what is out there? It must be very scary, because everyone is talking out there suffering and in a tone of warning. I still can not be afraid, because I still have not arrived. I do not want to be afraid of things I do not know. I want to go out there and see what there is. And if there is a monster, I will fight against him, or perhaps make the amazing discovery that the monster is not as horrible as well. If there is a passage to another world, perhaps myself included, if it is worse than this, I can try to find something good enough to make me want to stay there. If there is an invisible threat or threats that appear to be harmless, I'll be careful. I'll be with eyes wide open. I am. But I will not fail to live what's out there for fear.

I need to know what is. When I find out, I'm going to see everything from another perspective. As a baby coming out of the darkness, heat and humidity of a uterus, to enter the brightness, coldness and dryness of the world. At first, perhaps, seem a little scary and I end up crying, but after all that I will realize I was missing and never want to go back inside the uterus. When the outside air fill my lungs, I'll never wonder about the other air.

There is a lifetime for me. So many things to see, discover, learn and marvel ... I still have over a thousand years ahead. And I have a lot to do, I have no time to be afraid.

I'm ready to go. I'm ready to live life out there that people fill his mouth to say that is different than I'm used to. They say that 18 years ago. Well, I have news: Fuck the customs. Who makes the costumes we are. And I did in my custom ever get used to new things in a second. For every place I look, I never have the same look, even when I look at the same place twice.

Now it's official: nobody can stop me from living life out there.

To steal a heart

To steal a heart, it must be with great skill, has to be slowly, surreptitiously, does not come with a vengeance,not reached the heart of someone in a hurry.You have to approach with mincing words, gently hold of it slowly, carefully.One can not fail to recognize that it will be stolen, in fact, we have to steal it, sweetly.Conquer the heart of a true takes work,requires patience, it's like weaving a patchwork quilt, apply an income in a dress, it is a garden, caring for a child.It needs to be skilfully, with ease, with charm, warmth and sincerity.To win a heart definitelyhave to have guts and smarts, but I do not mean that everyone knows that cleverness, cunning talk of feelings, from that which exists in the soul guarded at all times.When you really want to win a heart, we must first have already managed to conquer our own, he must have already been explored in detail,already has been achieved to know every corner, every space filled understand and accept each vacant space.... And then, when that heart is finally won, when we have seized him,there will be a part of someone who will follow us.One half of one who will be guided by usand our hearts will beat for the account of another heart.They will experience ups and downs, yes, but surely there will be moments, thousands of moments of joy.Beat irregularly and often know why?Miss half of it is not yet with us.Until one day, tired of being divided in half, this heart draw the other party and someone on his own, without us having to steal it or steal it give us the missing half.... and this is how you steal a heart, not easy?Well, we just need to steal a half,the other will come into our hands will be detected and then a steal!And just why so many people find out that for life to say that could never love someone ... is simple ...is because they have no more heart, they were stolen, ripped from his chest, and only with a great love she has a new heart, after all, hearts are to be divided, and surely this will divide the great love of it with you .

Luis Fernando Veríssimo