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Why I have to be a stereotype?
The typical carioca scuff
Tanned, small breasts
Brown or golden hair excessively.

Why can not I be different without being called a "branquela"?
Why can not I go to the movies on a sunny day?
Why can not sit quietly and read a book?
Why can not I go to a party and not get drunk and desperate to get kissed?

Why I have to be a stereotype?
Why can not I just be a person who does not put knee socks
and stay the whole day working out legs and arms
Or putting on hairpieces hair?

Why it's weird like Rock?
Know the lyrics, and raise money to go to shows
Where there are women with stage objects wiggling their asses half naked?
Why?

I was not born to be stereotype.
I was not born to please everyone, not even half.
I was not born to be a slave to fashion
Or a robot media
Or a practitioner of mediocrity.

I was born to be, just my way.
There is no right or wrong personality
There are only
People originals or robotic.

Midday sun

I like to transit through the ages, especially in many auroras of my life ...

Yes, I had many, but I think from now on I will not have any more.

For now I'm here in full midday sun.

A strong and bright sun, hot and tiring.

A sun that makes me want to go and hide five hundred meters of the next thousand.

That brings me a sense of independence, but also of loneliness.

It's desperation and gratitude, speed and vastness.

It's all or nothing, is almost a moment of madness and sanity almost an exaggerated.

But I have lived through many things during my short life long before I came here,

this midday sun.

Have you laughed, ran, cried and remembered always.

I've loved and left

And I've already doubted.

And always, always felt.

I've had one last hope dead.

And a bruised face for having slammed the door.

Have danced laughing like a pie and always says things that nobody cares.

I remember it all

Each small end and every great beginning.

I'm here to burn in the midday sun

I'm here to make sure everything goes

To be able to find my way, get closer every day.

Make great sacrifices and me playing small buildings,

Because the truth is, I deserve every once in a while a disappearance.

The truth is that I am in a midday sun.

Waves

I do not understand this wind that changes direction at all times

Sometimes it blows in two directions at once.

How can I remove the hairs that do not release my eyes

to see?

How can I go on without flinching?

It is allowed to stop doubting?

It is as if not beloved

It's not as if anything was left

It's like you're trapped and buried

same crap in perspective.

Blinded by my own eyes

Caught in my own life.

If someone asks,

Say I sent the sea advancing

If someone calls me

say that I got and I will not come back

If someone caring

say that there is no one else to worry about.

I hung up the tears

Destroy the memories

Kept frozen smiles

the most perfect spectacle

I forgot the reasons

I burned all watches

in each wave that took me to everywhere

that was not my mind.

That was not my life.

That was not in the cell with the older wounds.

That was not me.

That just was not.

But when it came time to open your eyes

I understand that there were waves of the sea.

They were just waves of my hair

Topping my eyes

allowing me to live my dreams

Saving me from all worldly thoughts.

And this was my paradise

And my biggest risk.

Bit by bit

Gradually, the passage of time will happen ...
The diapers will be left by the way, fall of innocent smiles teeth, spines and thorns born in flatter faces and purest hearts marked by early traumas.
Jokes replaced by silly conversations and actions coming from foolish hearts, that look like the exact jokes before ... Only now, in bad taste.
The blood will not be nearly so important when we're talking about who we love.
And we will know new homes, new neighborhoods, new cities, and different forms of always wanting to be more independent.

Gradually, the passage of time will happen ...
Sleepless nights will be lived; fortified opinions and enraged, tears and ecstasy are uncontrolled; love will be present even in moments of intense loneliness.
You'll be that girl in the darkness looking at the sky lit only by bright stars, old, deleted and burning, as well as their willingness to go ...
You will observe that that boy that girl starlit sky of infinite possibilities, wishes, dreams and desires, and you will want to go with it ...

Gradually, the passage of time will happen ...
Vai vai want to run and want to paralyze; vai vai want to release and want to imprison; vai vai want to want to love and hate ... Vai love and hate.
Vai put on shoes to run, will take him to swim.
It will change your mind on a second, will regret for a minute.
Will be proud of wise choices, will lament the failures.
Will rotate in the same place and everywhere;
Will grow, will scream, will laugh, cry, will not ever stop.

Gradually, the passage of time will happen ...
Life is going to go a little deeper, will make it more difficult, and will awaken the will to live it over and over.
Vai battle more and complain a little too much.
Will have power, but not as much as I would like.
Vai plan, and regret getting rid of everything in times of outbreak.
'll Wonder, will listen, speak and will cover my ears.
'll Break your face, will repent and change a little more.

Gradually, the passage of time will happen ...
All those friends who seemed irreplaceable disappear and become nothing more than a tale of ghosts summer;
All the older features will intensify and evolve, all will understand will increase, and with time everyone will understand that more important to understand, to feel, to witness, live.
Everything will always stay the same way different.

Everything vanishes, everything changes, everything evolves, collapses, breaks, darkens, rots, reborn, preserves and forgets.
Everything is fleeting, because every second constant, the passage of time is going.