The rustle of the trees

The window is the portal of life
Drops fall from an old roof
The air is cold and wet
It does not get to see over the mountain
For the sky is gray

The streets are dark
All are hidden in their homes
Listen to the rustle of the trees
Until a window opens
Opened for life and saw
A life pursuing his destiny barefoot in the mud
Exposed to all the truths in this drama
Not knowing whether they will walk
Or if you continue to sit on the sidewalk

The truth is that
All these truths
They make everything else seem a lie
And so are large open wounds
In that life throws mud, trying to hide them
Futile attempt.


Special guest: Andressa Carvalho

 http://andressasc.blogspot.com/2011/10/o-farfalhar-das-arvores.html

We, the youth

I was thinking today, young people have an incredible power to change what you do not like, and often this power is not used.
Because until we're married, have children and do not despair or for life, we are young. In fact by the time we are young we want to be. Nothing gets me out of his head that old age is in the head, attitudes, and not in the numbers of your birth certificate.
Things happen, problems come and go, but always will, because we are young and have energy left over to solve all and still say, may come more. For nothing in tips. Only seniors are too lazy to get up and go outside to check on the day, or answer the door. Young people want most is to live it, want more is to come more and more people, from all sides, they want more friends, more vibrant and timeless moments. They want more love, and want to improve the pit very fast when a love ends, since nothing lasts forever and it is important that you take good relationships, and memories that are worth being saved. After all, we are young. We can always start over.

Everything new again

Why is that as time goes by, the little things that made a difference in the early relationships fall by the wayside, most of the time?
When you make a month of dating, it is party, wonderful, one month after you make sure you have found the great love of his life. Do you exchange gifts, go out to celebrate, eat together, or in some cases, make love in public demonstrations as a serenade, a sound truck (I think it's ridiculous by the way), or a fine speech with all its dramas due exaggerations, mela-truths and melas.
I once wrote a letter of 33 sheets (but had already written one of 23 at the time the letter of 33 was more an attempt to overcome the first, who was born into a relationship that had nothing to work, but I did not see this, then when I started this new one, wanted to do everything that could be better, even in the letter. Thank God, today I do not do these letters absurdly large, more or lose my time.) when I made one month of dating. It took one week to write poems, vows of love, memories of when it started, future plans, drawings, and if you can believe it, an entire sheet front and back of the qualities that only my boyfriend at the time. But the truth is he had more defects than qualities. If I had looked upon it before then would not have suffered for over a year ... But back to the subject, the letter took cover and everything. I've done with the utmost dedication and enthusiasm, and handed afraid that he found a total exaggeration, or to stay too lazy to read. But everything worked out, he loved it, loved it, read it all in twenty minutes and I loved even more to see the smile on his face and the glint of happiness in their eyes. But in less than a month later, things were getting weird between us, there were more with the bright look of happiness in the beginning so recent. We did not fight, he simply changed from one moment to another, without apparent reason. And the silence is often worse than a scream. And I was afraid to ask what was happening, because deep down I knew that if he asked me finish. Still, I faced my fear praying to be wrong, I went and asked. But I was not wrong. He broke up with me.
What I mean by this is my experience that in a minute everything tarnishes the beginning, and we do not perceive, think that it is always a phase. Well, it is often in fact, but often is not really. But why does this happen? All though nothing is ever quite the same, but because we can’t keep what is good? Or at least improve what was already good, or replace what was good for something better, if it fails to maintain good as before. But why not do it?
You do six months of dating, "Okay, cool." You a year ago: "Great, our first year together." You do four years of dating, "Yes, already have much time, it makes more sense to be dating this eternity, let's get married." You do one year of marriage, it party, you make two, and you're asking for a divorce, because he discovered that this was not what you really wanted or because they fell into the sameness of the relationship. The worst is when you discover that you have "irreconcilable differences". Where were these differences when you met and decided to marry his girlfriend and then? It is possible that two people be so completely opposite when before they were soul mates. I can’t understand this, perhaps because I'm too young, you know, just can’t understand.
But this sameness about the relationship, is anyway, unfortunately everyone has routine. What makes the difference is what you try to do to try a little different when you have the opportunity.
Really cool is when a couple married 50 years ago and still has the courage to celebrate, to party, make an effort to dance (even if you no longer have the same peak as before) and reaffirm their vows. Really cool is when one looks into another's eyes and sees that someone he knew at first, but realize the improvements that have occurred over time. Really cool is when a couple can get around the boredom of sameness, and it can feel as good as something you want is to have over again, again and again.Always. Legal is to be happy with small things, remembering that if you were happy at first, because they could not do now? As you matured and your tastes became more refined? Oh, please.
If you can’t save the first, at least invent ever new beginnings.Well just so you get to be happy forever, with many stories within one.
But who am I to give lecture about relationships? I am a layman, I am only 17. But so what? A lot of people 40 who do not know love.

When love dictate dictated

I was thinking about so many times that I fell in love and this fell out of my short life long. It's strange to think so, but in a way it's good that there is a possibility for people to fall out. Were it otherwise we would all still passionate about first love, and most likely we would all be suffering. I'm glad there is this "mobility" in love when necessary, because whatever it is often distressing, sad, desperate for a while, and that suffering is acting on a heart like a sharp object, most often there is always a surgeon plastic to try to erase the scar. The beginnings are always welcome in these cases.
But it can be very contradictory, as there are people who can’t let a new love in, without doing the cleaning yourself, without first creating space within their hearts. And there are also people who can only begin to clean up a new love comes to help.
Every time I hear that saying: "Life goes around," I read in many ways, but the main one is saying that most of the time helps a lot to those who are suffering, why the flame of hope in the hearts of these people . But we can’t discard the possibility of one day life back to that place before, for that same time strange and fast it was able to knock you out. But that does not mean it will be all the same ... "The waters that flow in the river today, will not be the same tomorrow." Another saying, very correct. Because as much as for more things to be similar to what was one day, time passed and things have happened, things that can change someone, adding new features to it, or not linked to the old ...This varies from person to person. Of course she will never be completely different, but always come up with new features over time. The important thing is that "There is always an old shoe for a foot sick" ... Hahahah, now I'm all "dictated."

Revolutionary

Yesterday, I was with the revolutionary spirit. Could, even after being given a lecture on the military dictatorship, one that existed here was in the period 1964-1985. A bloody period. And I personally do not have a common history teacher, a subject that was to be as boring and tedious becomes completely engaging, revolting, and awakens the desire to go back in time, even if it were to die during the "Direct Elections Now". At least to me it is.My teacher often awakens in me the revolt on topics I never even imagined that one day could give important. Sometimes she makes me feel ashamed for not even me interested in the subject in question before ... She can do this: to awaken the interest, anger, shame, curiosity, excitement, debate, pride (sometimes), all at the same time, and calling it all all (all are the same students) of "hybrids", "savage barbarians," "insects," "weak," and extends around the collection of "insults" funny and no one else is equal, "Priscilla, Queen of a place called the conviction"This can be anywhere, since this place there is only need an open mind, you have opinion, the least of culture and intellect, and of course ears. I can not speak for other students, but for me is that way. As much as I do not change the ideas I had before - at least not completely - at least I can add new, or at least consider that there are other sides, that human eyes can not see so limited. You can be sure that these and a few other classes, some of which are I'm going to miss.
Returning to the topic at hand, talking to my grandfather that day, he told me that once was protesting in the street with the people, but said it was the only time to never and no incarnation ... That's right by my grandfather, but being angry the way he is, I doubt very much he has repented completely. It is a family of angry ...He told me that ten times in a bonfire in the backyard and burned so much that he had at home because of censorship. But no one could take from him what he already knew, because he was in his mind. And thank goodness censorship can not get in anyone's mind. So, as much as my grandfather had burned the source of knowledge, deep down he did not need it because all he needed to know was with him and always would be. Once an individual has formed conceptions about something, it is very difficult to get it out of him, sometimes even impossible, depending on the person. (This was another topic discussed this week, but in philosophy class. However, History and Philosophy occur with the same teacher, so there's much difference in the way of teaching ...)
My grandfather told me he was a friend of an Air Force commander, who was fired and arrested, but even so, in interrogations, made a point of telling the whole truth and nothing but the truth. I do not know if he was afraid of dying, but I think not, for having the courage to admit all things unforgivable for censorship, only without any fear of death. The good part is that he died: after the dictatorship ended, he was released. This guy was lucky. However, many people have had.
The atrocities throughout history - not only in Brazil - are numerous, but the important thing is that people always have the courage to fight against the bourgeoisie that is behind the scenes and that makes it all happen, and against the tyrants who once at birth to try to take over the world. But the world is not nobody, and is not controlled by one person only. The world belongs to us all, and we are controlled by nature, for ourselves and for what more they are able to control us.
I'm suspect to talk, because I am passionate about history, and if there is one thing I hate is people trying to push me around, wanting me to stop and say how I have to act. And I can not see something wrong going on in my face, me and the people around me, and just close your eyes and pretend it did not. We have to fight for our rights!
Probably if I had lived in a time of dictatorship would have died, and that's why I say that God knows what he does ...
Yeah, there's no way I'll have to do the same college history someday, I owe it to myself ...

My generation

I am of the generation that laughs at stupid things and talk nonsense just to laugh a little more.
I am of the generation that uses the internet as well to promote its purposes or to investigate a case in point.
I am of the generation that knows only a little about politics, enough to want to fight or at least want to stay away from all this dirt.
I am of the generation that breathes technology, but who knows the difference between reality and fantasy. Well, most of the time.
I am of the generation almost without prejudices, accepting the colorful, the black and white, vampires and reptilian.
I am of the generation that is born knowing what is AIDS.
I am of the generation that wants to enjoy life a little more than allowed, a little more than planned, a little more than enough.Because this generation knows that even if the world does not end in 2012, will end, and will be soon.
I am of the generation in which we talk about sustainability all the time, but who knows that the same is that sustainability should be strengthened for the rich, for it was they themselves who created this term after having destroyed much and have realized almost late other.
I am of the generation in which the colonized countries are finally realizing that there must be despised and subordinates do not want.
I am of the generation that keeps the "Que País É Esse?" Current.
I am of the generation in which freedom is uncontrolled and when the limits exist is because we ourselves put them.
I am of the generation multifaceted, where each one follows the trend you want, or be identified. We do not have a specific literary tendency to influence us.
I am of the generation that takes advantage of the four corners of the world, trying to always find a bright side to everything.
I am of the generation in which older people look and say, "This world is lost ...", but by the time you talk about change is that they place in us all hope.
And thank God I am of the generation in which the woman was freed almost entirely.
I am of the generation that has unfortunately chivalry, romance and kindness every day more dead, but always has the possibility to search for it again, again and again if a relationship goes wrong. My generation has the opportunity ever again.
I am of the generation that increasingly require 500 colleges in 14 different languages ​​and fewer morals.
I am of the generation in which each is an individual, but is also collective. People are no longer national to become world, if not universal.
These and many other things are part of my generation.

And you? Will say that this generation does not exist and that's just my imagination? Or will you take it as true, to keep the qualities and try to solve serious problems and defects?

Revealing what's mine

In my view, people who have blog are intended to make the subject matter in this reach as many people as possible. But what then? What happens after you reach a large number of followers, readers, or what happens after you conquer your audience?
I've always written, since I learned. I am a compulsive writing, hardly a day goes by without writing. That's also why I say that you can not stand here all that I write.
Until early this year, I did not want to show anybody what I wrote because I have (always had) a thing for "my" / "my". MY poetry, MY phone, MY idea, MY book, MY (in this case not only my) mother, MY (also in this case not only my) father, MY name, MY disease, MY picture, MY friends, MY desires, MY plans , MY brothers, MY way, MY hair, MY problems, my life. All mine. Things mine. The sense of ownership over what I always made sure to try new things, to give up certain things to get other much more important. Or maybe I just do not like to show my so what is simply the fear of loss, or fear of judging others. Yeah, maybe. Or maybe not.
But that's where the big question is: people always judge.Whether or not you show something. You think just looking at your face, you think back to see you standing at a bus stop. They judge you without asking permission, without warning and without knowing you enough. Everybody does it.
And sometimes you lose something simply because he never belonged to you, or the simple fact that you took advantage enough, and now it's time to let someone else enjoy - it needs more than you. And most important: "losing" There should be.What should be the real test is the truth. If it is true that something or someone is "her" (his quotation marks because it is one object to someone), even if they spend time away, even if they fail to give news or looking at the right time, they will come . And that's where you'll make sure if you really are his or not. Because they do not return, it is because you never belonged.
In the case of the blog, I decided to organize my to get so many words, whether in the form of poetry, or texts, or chronic. I remember the time some friends told me that before I make a blog to record everything was better, because I could run the risk of having it all "stolen" and my name would be completely discarded, since there is no record. But I'll always know what's mine. And even if someone did steal, at some time my name would appear, because the truth always give the guys at some time.The addition, if someone "stole" it, it would mean that I have or do something good enough for people want to steal.
And I also made the blog in hopes that there could be someone who makes a good trial for me, since there is no escaping the judgments. Of course, if I can be seen as a writer (since, in my opinion, I am not, at least not yet), will not hurt either. For now I only have 17 followers, but who knows the future?

Vision

I am not the owner of a perfect vision. Wear glasses since the age of 11,  and  probably will use for the rest of life. I do not bother so much more: after  six  years of wearing glasses you're bound to get used to. At first I liked, just because it was new. But after a while I was getting annoyed, because I realized that would be dependent on my glasses, probably to death, not have them on my face meant (and means) to see things so blurry, things not too far from me, and it irritated me.

Several times when I was on the way to school, I realized that I was without glasses, because he was drowsy and had barely opened his eyes right. And seen it? Miss stressed here back at home tapping their feet and constantly complaining. I can’t count how many glasses I destroyed for lack of care. In less than one year everyone was crooked, or without a leg, scratched, and sometimes even without a lens. It took until I can get along with one frame, until I found the one I use today, which have rods decorated with musical notes. It was love at first sight, and already have more than one year.
Over time, I was stopping to give much importance to it. Queries to the eye became normal, and there I was every six months. People often take the test once a year, but I have to do it twice because my vision is crazy and often changes dramatically in short intervals of time: sometimes increases, sometimes decreases, but is always changing.
I do not care anymore, because it is a family problem: my father uses three different glasses, my mother used one to four years old, my two grandmothers use, use my two grandfathers, aunts have used one of my uncles have used, my brother Rafael (I have three brothers, do not know if I've mentioned before: Raphael, Ian and Vinicius) uses ... Anyway, it's impossible to escape it. Thankfully, my problem is insurmountable, but the blind and do not have the possibility to improve vision even wearing glasses? When I get angry with my glasses, I remember the blind and thank you for not having a serious problem as well. After all, losing a sense it is like losing a body part.
I think the vision so important ... No more than the sensations, of course, but I think just as important. It is the vision that you hold in your mind unforgettable images, is the vision that you understand that certain facial expressions say it all without saying a word. Imagine the lives of the blind, as it should be difficult and incomplete in that respect ... It would be wonderful if the surgery had assurance of view of effectiveness, but has not. I'm sure one day will, as I doubt very much that the technology in medicine ceases to evolve. And then yes, these people can understand the world in ways different from what they are able. I hope so!
Value what you have. There is a lot of people wanting what you despise or claims, and it goes from five cents to the vision you have in your wallet.

Heat

It's time to keep the coats in the closet because the heat upon us, and I'm not kidding, come to devastate.
Today was exceptionally warm. But much the same. I'm not sure what was marked on the thermometer, but I believe it was not below 35 degrees. On the way I do from school to my grandmother's house (but was going home from Andressa, she lives one street after), I was dying, melting. It was just a breeze or even people who were on the street were shaking, and all had a guy who wanted a cold shower to cool off. Water. How to explain this connection we have with water, especially in the heat? No way, because nature is not explained, it just happens.
In most regions of Brazil, the spring is starting to get the same summer. There is virtually no difference. I guess I've never seen an infestation of beautiful flowers, fragrant and full of health, as they always show pictures of the spring. No, I see a flower here, another there, and at most a small plot, but no flowers in large quantity. It does not happen here, because the sun cracking the skull you please kill those poor flowers. I can not imagine how people in the region of the northeastern hinterlands live, because if for us here in Rio, as a place of beach, rain, and such a thing, since it is difficult to imagine them there, with miles and miles of dry land and hollow.The clay red, cracked, the hellish sun, lack of water, the blue sky that does not even offer any threat of rain. What horror must be!
I personally do not like any bit of heat. I do not like to sweat, do not like to be burning for sunburns, my hair is a drug for the many baths throughout the day, I can not eat right because I'm sick ... And so on. Heat is not for me, definitely not. I have in my family history of skin cancer, which is already concern in my case, especially for someone like me whitey. My maternal grandparents have skin cancer, and do not think that was to be roasting on the beach during summer, there was to play football in the sun, walk in the street, mowing the lawn ... Common things that we can not escape to do on a daily basis, at least for some people. I am full of freckles on her face. Just do not have a lot of the rest of the body, why ...Well, I do not know why. Also because I always forget to wear sunscreen, and many will not use it on purpose because I can not stand that thing on my oily skin (because she is oily). Yuck! I know what you should be saying now, "because she does not wear protective gel or spray?" I say, because I always forget to buy! One point less for me not to use sunscreen!
But let's look (or at least try to) see the good side: people may wear lighter, more comfortable stay, take a bath, and looked out her hair, no makeup, only with the natural tan. All are healthier, drinking more water, eating more fruits and vegetables. People eat less. And there's also the part of the beach, I love it! I do not like heat, but I was always in love with the beach, as a child. Stepped on the sand and starts to undress to go running to the water. I love the beach in summer. The problem is being able to sleep later, all burned!
Well, the heat is there to be enjoyed the best possible ways, or warned of the best ways possible! It behooves us to carefully balance! Heat happy for you!

When you realize you are ready to go

I've always been a person participates in school events. I always liked to lead work, projects, whatever, and above all, always tried to make everything was perfect, and mostly succeeded, at least to my eyes.
I study at the same school for three years since the first year of high school. This school is full of events, which always took my time mostly. In "Evolimpíadas", for example, I never did any sport because I never liked, since I am the girl of books, but the cultural part always arrested me. Spoofs, foods, dances, flags, plays, whatever, I was always in the middle, at least helping. In "Meet Authors", has always been the same. I always was helping to research the author of the occasion, making posters, writing texts, decorating the room. In any event, I've been involved. I never did it for the points, because I always liked doing these crafts, I've always enjoyed these events because I was always a creative person.
But this year, my senior year of high school, I'm not feeling like doing anything. I'm down, I'm not holding out high school, and any excuse is strong enough to try to miss. It's not irresponsibility or laziness, I just can not bear to copy exact materials, not stand up at five o'clock in the morning, can not stand to hear scolded by teachers, and especially can not stand having to do more tests exact materials, which I 'll never use for anything in my life, since my area, always, ALWAYS been the humanities. It fits me right now, the famous phrase "I can not stand!" And I can not stand it. I never thought that in the last year of college I would look like, thought it would be even more excited at things even more involved in everything, for being the last year of college, as the last chance to live it all. But no. I'm exactly the opposite of what I thought it would be. I'm sick of school. It's unbearable. I want desperately to get rid of the school. It's unbearable. I want desperately to get rid of the school, can not stand it, really.
Are these times that I can see that in fact I do not belong to this world. I am no longer a girl, I am no longer a student. I am a crazy woman to get a woman's life, with all the good parts and bad. I do not identify more with none of that here, this stage of my life is gone.
My problem is that as always been precocious in everything in life, I left this and many other phases before they actually ran out before they could leave me. The way now is to finish it, and try to finish with the best will possible, despite the difficulty.
I will miss some things, but not enough to want to stay here. I'll keep everything in memory forever, but live it, I do not want anymore. And it is for these reasons and many others that I realized I'm ready to go. I'm ready for a new phase, without fear of facing the responsibilities and much less to take the good parts. The only thing I want now is that these two months still left, flew by.

Oração ao Tempo - Maria Gadú (translation)

"Prayer in Time" 

Are you a so beautiful 

As the face of my son
Time time time time
I'll make a wish
Time time time time ...


Composer of destinations
Drum rhythms all
Time time time time
I go into a deal with you
Time time time time ...

For being so inventive
And continuing advice
Time time time time
You are one of gods most beautiful
Time time time time ...

May you be even more lively
At the sound of my refrain
Time time time time
Listen well what I say
Time time time time ...

I ask you the legitimate pleasure
And the precise movement
Time time time time
When the time is ripe
Time time time time ...

So my spirit
Win a set brightness
Time time time time
And I spread benefits
Time time time time ...

What to use to it
Is kept confidential
Time time time time
Just you and me
Time time time time ...

And when I'm gone
Out of your circle
Time time time time
Do not you have been or will be
Time time time time ...

I still believe
Be possible to gather in
Time time time time
At another level of relationship
Time time time time ...

So I ask you what
And I offer praise
Time time time time
Rhymes in my style
Time time time time ...

The powder of happiness

Sometimes I get tired of always having to be smiling and having the brightness in the eyes of a child. Sometimes I do not feel the least desire to get me, or pass makeup, and sometimes I do not feel comfortable choosing the panties. Sometimes I do not feel like anything, sometimes not even feel like being myself, but I have to be. I have to be, because I remember that for life to have a bad or troubled, it is better to have a life anyway, than to have none. The great challenge for people who are not like me, people who not only has days like that, but the routine, it is trying to make things change, or find your own happiness powder, since for each personit is unique.
Everyone has bad days. Everybody needs some encouragement from time to time to remind that there are more reasons to be happy instead of being sad. Happiness depends solely on each of us, and there is no way to change that. You can not put the blame on others for bad things that happen and not let someone responsible to provide the happiness that is so desired. In this case, everything is done in a very individual. If people do bad things to you, and they bring you down, is open because it was given for these bad guys come into your life and do bad things. If you give people a good time, it was because you could see the happiness that I was offered and accepted it.
You do not have something incredible happen in your life so you can be happy. Try to focus on small and simple things, doing them are large and rich in their eyes. Often these things hit the door, but the beat is not too subtle to be heard.
To the world has bad days. The key is to make you have more good days than bad. And try to extract something good from bad days. Stop waiting for great things to be happy, the great challenge of life is to find the magic that nobody else can find. And be happy as well.

Random

Here I am. Alone at home, enjoying my own company. Feeling the breeze from outside, listening to the sounds of some animals, listening to conversations that take place in the street, from people who are passing through. But I can never be completely alone, because my thoughts never leave me. Never let me be just me. I am always with me, with the duties of school tomorrow, with the connection to my father that I did not and he probably will complain; that the dishes I washed my mom and she probably will complain, I go to class have to give and that will probably cost me more time than the combined, the friend or the friend who has a problem and what can I do to try to help, the evidence for which I still have to study, but I can not concentrate ; the movie I want to see, but do not know when I can, the music that keeps going through my head and I still could not hear, the book that I read ... Anyway, it's so much in my head that I can not concentrate on the simple fact that I am alone and this would be the perfect time to stop and relax. But I'm a tense, worried and accelerated nature.
One of my many dreams is to be able to get a car any one day and leave driving aimlessly, ending up where the road takes me. Feel the wind in the rest, see pictures and new common; register faces of random people, but for some reason my attention, take pictures of all things possible, stop to eat at a diner on the road I do not do a damn idea of ​​what is, and yet come in, eat well, talk to employees about all things, laugh a little, pay the bill, buy take-out food and then back to the car and put "Seven Days In Sunny June" of Jamiroquai to play at full volume. And scream along with the music.And continue to drive to get tired, or even find a place that draws my attention enough to stop me. Only how do I do this, if I have a headache and motion sickness absurd when I travel by car? I usually take Dramamine when I travel by car, but I'm pretty much dope, and I end up sleeping. But not me who's driving. So complicated is it? I agree. But let's hope, suddenly one day that my headache mixed with seasickness on car trips better.
You know what's ironic? I'm afraid of heights, but have no fear of flying. I love because I'm not sick and not a headache. My fear of heights that only comes when I feel threatened with decline. Other than that, everything goes well when I'm in a pretty big time.
You see how I'm not a normal person? I started talking about one thing, and I ended up talking about another. Go figure my head ...

A good friend

I have a friend. A true friend. She is a wonderful person, who is not afraid of making mistakes, or of late. Just do not admit to misssomeone when you need it most.

She is funny and entertaining. She's smart, and random in their world, but the world is always right when it counts. She is mysterious, but that's what makes you want to know more about it, after all, if it does not say much about herself, it is very unlikely thatshe will tell her secrets that are not.
She has the expressions of the characters of the books she lends me. And his face is a blank paper, ready to be drawn on the spontaneity of something new.
She is a real person, someone you have no problems to speak words like "poop" or something different about what you ate and probably everyone would find disgusting, but it does not, because there is nobody with a menu stranger than hers . She is a girl who likes to try different and new sensations, she is always open to changes and opportunities. After all, learning is evolving.
She has the gift to make anyone uncomfortable, why do not type "fragile princess, pseudo-perfect", but the girl with real problems, secrets, funny stories, quirks and moments of someone who can say he learned from mistakes or it misses a few times.
This is my newest friend. And I'm glad to have had the opportunity to discover it as a true friend, one of the truest friends I ever had in my short life long. Andressa is my friend.

Dark

Sometimes the dark can be more comfortable than you think. Standing still, just thinking, going for subtle things in your life in general. In the dark.  Peace In a place where nobody can find you, where you thank for this, because only then you can take time for yourself, no one to give advice or orders, or just to talk in your ear, things that you do not have need and not the least bit interested to know. Even I, who am a person who talks a lot by nature, sometimes I keep quiet, hearing only the voice of my thinking, which often is not the only tricky.  Sometimes I also want peace, and when I'm with you in the dark.
Must be why I love to sleep, must be why I love the night. But I'm not against light sources, and I'm not against the glare. That must be why I'm also fascinated by the Moon
The light, the days are too exposed, too collective. And I'm not a very collective good. I value the intimacy with a few people, and also cherish individuality. The day may be revealing too many times, and I'm not evolved to the point where I was completely exposed. Often you are not what people want you to be, sometimes you do not say what they want to hear, and sometimes you're treated with disdain because of it. But I never will change my opinion or something in my way of being, because of disapproval of someone. I'm only going to change something, when and if I find it necessary for me, or if they represent some kind of improvement in my life, but changes always relate to me, and not to the prosecution of people. Who is important to me know how I am and loves me that way. No need for self testing or exposure and constant, I do not want nor need it. That's why I often prefer the dark because it preserved and feel at ease. The darkness always brings clarity and rationality, calm and efficiency to solve the problems that were previously unsolved. I can even consider the dark like a meditation for me. I like it, I like to be my comfort in particular.

The burning of what was

I've mentioned before
to write the computer is impersonal
So I am writing to you
a sheet of paper, and playing in the wind
And him to hide somewhere in the sky.

And even if it does not reach you
Know that the burning of what was will always be alive within me
I do not mind having to live like this
What's done is done
is not as clear.
Now I follow here for an uncertain future
and I remember it was not so
when we swear never to separate.
But the problem of "forever"
is that it never lasts long enough.

I do not think about getting stuck in the past
Blazing but it was still here.
Do not blame me
if I have hurt and remorse
Because I was born with this serious defect
I will always be sitting in our wreck.

And do not tell me I need to let you go
because you never asked permission
some time ago that you no longer here.

Have you created another life
is happy, and I think you have to say
I should do the same
But is not that easy
Blazing because it was still here
And even if I do not want
will always be so

And stop pretending
because it will never be a hassle for you
But it will always be for me.
Because the burning of what was still here.

Feelings

Right now I just want to feel anger. Rage of the system, angry people. And believe me, I have more reason to be angry than to not feel.
Anger is a feeling controller. If really provoked, takes us in seconds, in a way that we can’t avoid. And seconds are enough to cause great damage. It's amazing how a feeling so dirty and evil can awaken within people, while, love and many other feelings that are so pure and divine, take so long to convince us they are safe. Sometimes it can take years to get the love of someone to take over. But love is a feeling polite, asking permission to enter and permission to install. The greatest difficulty is to send him away for, because, but it is rarely bad. Anger is poorly educated, and loves to surprise, but the good thing is that it can go pretty fast if the person who let her in, she wants to go.
Anger is dangerous, but has a terrible ability to prove liberating. Illusion. When we are angry we are able to do absurd things, and not realizing just how bad it is. When we awake from the trance is already done, and you cannot go back. And then we settled down in another disturbing feeling: despair. Want to do something to try to improve the situation, but can’t or simply do not have to do. What could be worse than that? View is helpless before a fact hopeless?
Another feeling is also very disturbing remorse. Remorse has the gift to end up with people in long-term period. Will silently killing covertly, and then when that person feels that he realizes, too late: there is no longer, there is no longer how to have remorse but because he managed to get hold of the person. There is only able to send a feeling remorse though: forgiveness. But this is a difficult feeling to achieve, since the only way he can get hold of a person, is if someone gives it to those who are feeling remorse. Forgiveness is dependent on a feeling, because you need someone to make it exist and act in a person. Even if it is a very forgiving, nothing changes, still depends on a person to do so exist.
So many feelings, and so different and similar.  Some are dangerous, others harmless. But always, always make all the difference in our lives.