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.

Nonsense

For several reasons my eyes don't open.
It's not that I don't want to, it's because I believe in something else.
How I wish the past could be the present and the present be the future.
Not exactly it is now, but like the best it could be.
Guess it isn't enough to become bigger.
It'll stay an expectation, only a hope.
Yes, life has many paths and ways, but none of them will be complety full.
None of them are empty, they just need time to grow by their own.
Guess it's not right to depend on anything.
Everything is based in moments, and moments go away.

Those words that brought happiness and hope could (finally) stop the suffering.
But does it really depend on others?
I'm the one who feels, so I'm the one that must put an end.
Maybe it's my fault since the beginning.
Shouldn't have let myself jump in.
Shouldn't have believed in fairy tales.
They only live in our imagination, and the most part of us will never believe in these madness.
A trick or the real meaning of life?
We all want to live the most beautiful dream, but few of us go after it.
And sometimes the most beautiful dream goes to a different direction.
If it goes alone, it'll be one thing.
If something interfere, it'll become other thing completely opposite.
So... do I try to catch it or let it be what it's supposed to be?
And if it doesn't want to be changed?

It's easier to think, to create solutions.
Try to accomplish them when what you really want to do is what makes you happy, not what's supposedly right.
But of course, it doesn't depend on you.

The Runaway Bunny

Once there was a little bunny who wanted to run away.
So he said to his mother, “I am running away.”
“If you run away,” said his mother, “I will run after you.
For you are my little bunny.”

“If you run after me,” said the little bunny,
“I will become a fish in a trout stream
and I will swim away from you.”

“If you become a fish in a trout stream,” said his mother,
“I will become a fisherman and I will fish for you.”

“If you become a fisherman,” said the little bunny,
“I will become a rock on the mountain, high above you.”

“If you become a rock on the mountain high above me,”
said his mother, “I will become a mountain climber,
and I will climb to where you are.”

“If you become a mountain climber,”
said the little bunny,
“I will be a crocus in a hidden garden.”

“If you become a crocus in a hidden garden,”
said his mother, “I will be a gardener. And I will find you.”

“If you are a gardener and find me,”
said the little bunny, “I will be a bird
and fly away from you.”

“If you become a bird and fly away from me,”
said his mother, “I will be a tree that you come home to.”

“If you become a tree,” said the little bunny,
“I will become a little sailboat,
and I will sail away from you.”

“If you become a sailboat and sail away from me,”
said his mother, “I will become the wind
and blow you where I want you to go.”

“If you become the wind and blow me,” said the little bunny,
“I will join a circus and fly away on a flying trapeze.”

“If you go flying on a flying trapeze,” said his mother,
“I will be a tightrope walker,
and I will walk across the air to you.”

“If you become a tightrope walker and walk across the air,”
said the bunny, “I will become a little boy
and run into a house.”

“If you become a little boy and run into a house,”
said the mother bunny, “I will become your mother
and catch you in my arms and hug you.”

“Shucks,” said the bunny, “I might just as well
stay where I am and be your little bunny.”

And so he did.
“Have a carrot,” said the mother bunny.