Building under construction

In the wake of the sounds of the night, maybe it's me ... A building down.
He is crumbling? No. Only not just been constructed.
I didn't know it could be so hard to live ... So many facts and issues with which the "adults" deal ... What shocked me most so far was naked proof that love is "eternal" for a few ... Very few. As Martha Medeiros once said: "There should be education for divorce." I never had this kind of education, but never gave up full of love. A little yes, but never completely. Maybe that's clash between fantasy and reality. "I'm going or not?"
That building is me. Solitary, listening to the sounds of the night, with its many floors deserts ... Little by little things are coming together. Brick by brick, floor by floor, ink for ink. And when he finally is finished, people may receive.
A man walking at night on a sidewalk random ... He can't sleep because of the side effects of being an adult. He thinks with me: "That building looks like me. Solitary in its construction, in it's search for things that not even he knows what they are ... A solo journey, but with one end surrounded by people. That building looks the same to me. Two lonely strangers in a similar way. "

Hurry

Shattered pieces

of Broken Dreams

Stars do not shine

Moments that did not smile

Scrambled words

a road that never ends ...

I'm trying like crazy to leave this whirlwind

I have to hurry.

My head is an animal

My humor is unusual

"Things will get better", so they say

Seems like I live in a broken record

Where every day is repeated

and even every thought, transferred and reissued.

I just want it to end,

I'm in no hurry.

Plans and dreams ...

Imagination and promises ...

All immortalized by my pen in a hurry.

My life has a huge and varied soundtrack

And I'm in no hurry.

Hurry to this record over soon

Hurry to start living what really matters.

Hurry to all things immortalized by my pen

begin to take shape, color and material.

Just hurry.

360°

Hope ... What are we without hope? Without hope I would be just a working people's writing in the stock during the lunch hour. Without hope I would say my life is to summarize it here and I would never do anything else. I'd say spend the rest of life earning this salariozinho that only feeds those who live in the slum, I'd say spend the rest of his life waiting tables and doing all the rest of slave labor and that'd be great. Without hope, I would look at these people and would have no desire to help them in some way at some time. Without hope, what would I be?

Turns out I am a worker of the people writing in stock at lunchtime for a limited time, for hands to give the rule "nothing lasts forever". Thank God, I say that this is just the beginning, just the way I found to do something great in my life one day. If I have to work like a drudge to do college, that is;'ll make laughing.

And it turns out I'm going to help these people in one day, it's the last thing I do. Poor is not an animal, is not just someone who had the opportunity to try to have a good life, or could not take advantage of opportunities that emerged. Now I understand so much ... Now I just understand everything I thought inadmissible. It turns out that now my head is changing in a way I never thought possible. I happen to have a lot of hope. And lots of it.

Victory

There's a flame in my soul

that drives me to the path of victory

It burns so strong ...

It makes me stronger, makes me have hope and believe in luck.

When this city is off

I feel at home.

When the night lights guide me for my inner peace

I know all this will always be part of my memories ...

All of them pushing me to victory.

It's a long road to independence

and I'm working hard on it.

So I know it can work only, can only give in victory.

Life can be good and give you everything you need

Or it can challenge you and show you what you have to do to get what you need.

For me it was the way open

but everything depends on me if one day I really want to have my own nest.

I'm working hard, living my path

I know all this may give in victory.

The moon is my real mother ...

Shining lonely, she supports me.

And with the first light of morning, she does not go out.

Just let me do as asked my impassioned soul.

Passionate about life, liberty, love and dreams.

All this ... They're just new memories

And I know that all this can only result in victory.

Future realities

I wish I have some dreams in my sleep could be real ...
I wish I could fly, chasing the setting of the sun that I love so much, without looking back.
I wish I could turn my life into a movie or find a photo that define everything that she is.
I'd like to be able to visit the time of the Vikings, Ancient Greece, the Ancient Egyptians, the Middle Ages, the Middle and Modern ... Contemporary Living in sometimes stressful.
I'd like to meet the girl I was in the past and say to her: "You have no idea of ​​the direction your life will take! Prepare for a life of frequent changes!"
I wish I could breathe underwater ... The silence that the sea gives me when I swim, I do a lot more good than any therapy would.
I would like to remember so many things that my brain was keen to erase ... And also would like to forget the things that insist on bothering me ...
I like to pack my bags now is start traveling ... Knowing all the places I've always dreamed of seeing ...
I'd like to live near a beach soft and sunny, but it had snow in winter.
I'd like to be kissed and cuddled ever.
I wish some people did not live so far from me ...
I wish that "boredom" did not exist.
I like to dance non-stop ...
I wish some days not pass so slowly.
I'd like to own a bookstore and a movie theater VIP customer.
I'd like to smash grapes with their feet ...
I'd like to at least about 100 shows until the end of my life.
I would like to know how to cook more things ... I'm working on it.
I would like to visit a museum every week.
I wish my hair would change at the same speed that I change my opinion about him.
I'd like to change some things in me.
I would like to slightly decrease the strength of the sun .. And you can bring the moon closer.
I wonder driving, and driving nowhere whenever any situation arrived at my limit stress.
I would like the sound of rain began to drown all other sounds every time someone started talking shit.
I wish I had my head in my discography engaged in automatic mode.
I would like the world to give more value and Humanities Exactly who is understood that other loses spontaneity.

I like many things ... Sometimes not want power, or is simply running back and wait and see. I'd rather be marathoner than not trying to turn the impossible into reality.

If a tree could talk

If I could be an element of nature, a tree would be one of those very old, with over 100 years ... Imagine how many people went through her stories and how she saw ...!
As she got sun, how many gusts of wind shook already and how many drops of rain has freshened up ... How many Christmases witnessed, how many years have passed new ... Having never left the place, she has a wisdom far greater than any mere mortal who can come and go as it pleases.

How many people must have been leaning on it, to read a book, or how many boyfriends already recostaram it to date, or to write their names in the trunk of her ... The truth is that these couples write their names on tree trunks, because they know that most likely it will last forever, just as hope is your love. And after all, we all end up in the land, the same land that feeds the eternal tree ...

If trees could talk, would tell many things about several subjects, so many stories, would talk about all fragile human lives that passed through it, talk to have patience, as she always had, always paid full attention to everyone who came to her, since she can not walk up to someone.

Talk about several monologues and dialogues that listened, talk about how animals and humans are more alike than we think ... Talk which are larger than the upheavals in our lives, the family bond is stronger than everything and speak there are always those true friends to remind us of that.
Talk terms for patience and hope ... And remember to speak fondly of the ones that are already on the ground, surrounded by its roots, but never wish to go to the land before time, because there is nothing more magnificent than the movement of life.
Talk about love, and about the endless possibilities it brings us ... He can speak for a lifetime or only last a few months, but still have the same intensity or maybe even more. Would say that love is an unknown path, but it's worth knowing. Talk that no one should ever go through life without falling in love or having a great adventure. Fall in love with your dream, fall in love with your idea, fall in love with your story, fall in love with life, fall in love by the time ... It's the passion that drives us to do great things and change everything seemed perfect in the eyes of others. The passion does not move trees, but leaves them all impressed with his strength.

Ah ... If a tree could talk ...

The sounds of the night

                                                

                                                 I like to hear the sounds of the night

scared when I wake at dawn and even a music comforts me.

These sounds give me peace,

because when I hear them know that there is life out there even though it does not appear.

When I hear them, I realize that the feeling of wilderness exists only at times when I wake up alone in a nightmare.

 

Terrifies me that my creative mind.

Luckily there are the sounds of the night to comfort me.

When I wake up abruptly like this

I like to think about how it's funny that I always end up taking inspiration because of these dreams and nightmares.

I like trying to decipher them, or simply create stories extended to them.

 

I'm not afraid of the dark

but when I see the first rays of dawn, I feel a great peace.

I feel peace because I know that this is another day of possibilities begins.

One more chance to make a change

One more chance for love

Another chance to live.

And even at the end of the day you have given it all wrong

I know there are the sounds of the night to comfort me

They never fail to comfort me.

Again ... Rummaging

The truth is that I never forgot any of it, because the intensity with which I lived those months, I had never lived in any of the previous years and not in the future, and probably never will. How can anyone be happy as ever and broken at the same time? I was like in those months I was with him, but then it was just part of the broken ... I was happy and broken at the same time, because deep down I knew it would end faster than I wanted to accept. From the beginning our song was "Broken Strings" ... And I know just how that was the most beautiful that could have ended ... There were no fatigue, no limits, no fights, there was nothing different about what I expected it would be. And so, without distress, simply snatch. My pieces flew everywhere and even today I try, I'll never see many. Because I was never the same after that.

And even after all these years without seeing him, even after all these years without knowing anything about him, even after all these years without feeling anything but grief, it still haunts me. And the ghosts of the possibilities of what could have become what make me finished in a few days. Mourning tires, tires being drowned in memories. I have a very large luggage, despite being too young ... And I know it was because of this that he was gone even before there wear. He was afraid to give me security and then leave me to die. Then he left me before I could believe that this was all really true, he left me before so I do not cling ... But I clung and died anyway. Because I was never the same after that.

Every day I try to think of that time as a happy time in my life that existed, but when you stop to think about everything that happened that time, I just have anger and despair. There are days when I want to get out of my own body, because I simply can not bear the burden of these memories ... I was supposed to have been happy, I was supposed to have been loved. The problem is that I love too much and forget that people are not like me. So, they go away, or expel me ...

The truth is that I always needed a man, ever. But boys were just what came to me through time and it was never enough. I want more, I always wanted more. I want so much that people have

had enough and leave. So I learned to rely on myself, because I can only comfort this war in my head, because there is nobody else who feels that.

I always wanted to be free, but always wanted to find someone who imprison me. I always wanted to be trapped in love, I always wanted assurances that it would be forever. Freedom is a benefit, but it brings to your life other kinds of bondage ... You never think you're good enough, you always feel that something is missing. I fell on the road a few times, but sometimes when I fell I could feel what it is like to be alone. I always felt alone during my whole life, but when it hits the road is another kind of loneliness ... It is mixed with fear freedom, self-reliance and vulnerability. Yes, it is crazy.

I am troubled, but always try to do the best for myself and the people around me. I'll always be a hopeful person, because that's all that sustains me. I realized today that I am not alone, because my memories are always with me, clinging, disturbing my head, annoying me, making me cry ... That's the price you pay for wanting to be free. You live with your soul in the future, but the head in the past, always coming back to the same film reviewing and decorated all over again, every detail, every failure, every sign that could have been wonderful. But ... If my soul is in the future and the past in my head ... Where am I really?