Things I hate

How I make you cry;
How I only messed up;
How I rudely speak;
How I get mad at things and release my anger on you;
How I make you think is all your fault;
How insecure and ridiculous I am;
How I bother you with my problems;
How no matter what I do, I can't change my defects;
How even though I know all my mistakes, I can't do them right;
How I apologize and don't change my way of being;
How I can make you mad;
How ungrateful I am;
How I break my promises;
How stubborn I am;
How I can't make you happy;
How I don't deserve you;
How I make everything difficult;
How I can't show I love you;
How I scare you away;
How tired I can make you feel;
How I complain of everything and do nothing to change it;
How I always doubt about you and take wrong conclusions;
How I regreat of the bad things I do to you;
How I know you deserve better than this;
How I (vainly) try to be the best for you, but all the results say:
How you need someone else.

What fills my mind

Several times I promised to myself
I wouldn't let these silly thoughts scare you away,
but like everything I feel for you,
I can't control even when I want to.
Though I realize some of these dreams you already know,
I'll keep them locked or at least trapped on my sleeves
So as there wouldn't exist a single motive for you to leave.

Pensei só

Espelho um dia refletido será usado para iluminar o dia uma vez contido na estrada escura da vida. Quanto mais palavras, mais confuso fica, mas não mais que os pensamentos escondidos na cabeça amiga. E ao sentir sua presença, seja concreta ou não, um mundo melhor surge enquanto o outro vai ao chão. Após tanto tempo sua falta ainda surge efeito. Um abraço por segundos torna-se o melhor momento. Entre tantas respostas apenas uma importa, e dos números da sorte eu dependo agora. E para fugir de qualquer lugar basta relembrar as memórias, pois delas vem o fruto do sorriso, e dele vem o maior motivo: ... segredo.

There was a time

She misses those tiny little things that used to make her smile all day long. Those things that for anybody else would be ordinary, for her were the highest levels of joy. When everything was white, black and blue, one thing only could save her world. It sounds stupid, of course. Only she could understand how important few things on this Earth are worth living. She misses her dreams, believes and magic that made her feel diferent from the rest. At least for a moment, at least once. She tries to think how did that happen, all those feelings inside her are now dead. Like everybody, she didn't like to feel vulnerable, foolish, lost, dependent... Nevertheless those feelings were alive inside her. That is her nature, it has always been. How did that change? When did she let herself to fell into the eyes of society? She lost her characters, and now it's dificult to bring them back. And now, like no other special day, she lives their daily routine.
There is this woman standing far away, extending her hand towards me. The same woman is staring at the measureless sky like it was the first time she has ever seen something incredible. Try to feel what she is feeling. Imagine yourself witnessing something that for you, is amazing. It could be anything, anything at all that for you is like no other living thing. This sensation of finding something unique. She feels just like that, or at least she felt.

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I think - and know for sure - that you are perfect, and all I ask for life is a perfect future.