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a true. .. i guess

Some body on my family told me once : "you born to die alone... No one will be with you... " .... I guess he was right...
really doesnt matter how much you try

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talking to myself

Alone....

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alone

Black sky... Cloundy... Feeling not heart. .. On brain... Hurts but is not a feeling... I am wrong... Always am.... Last. ... But forever...

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Almost

His face I know, but only in a dream almost saw you. Something so strong and real that almost made ​​me miss the hug and kiss that almost exchanged.

From our conversations dense.

Images, lights and shadows, as his soul.

Longing for the smell of rain, which allowed you almost wet.

In our bid to almost ignore the world and smile for life.

Suddenly, in the dark room. Dreamed again. Upon awakening, the longing almost continuous. Then the absence. I turned on the light. Nothing worked. Whatever the white and black. I chose to remain almost static. 
 
The longing almost kills me...

going sleep making my ears listen your breath when you sleep deep... my memory it is not so good but you i never forget

thinking...

"I write without the hope that what I write to change anything. Do not change anything ... Because deep down we're not trying to change things. We are wanting to bloom in one way or another ..."
"Loving others is the only individual salvation I know, no one will be lost if you give love and sometimes receive love in return."
"I do not have the terrible limitation of those who live only on what you can make sense. I do not ... "

Clarice Lispector

The gap

The gap is too empty. Look at yourself hurts more. Be treated like people is a dream. I believe in hunger in the soul that seeks everything from scratch. Dig deep. Discover treasures within. Out. In others. Nothing is easy. Even the simplest information is costly. A cold night. But it's worth. Carved by time. By adversity. Everything feels more intensely than others. See what others can not see. It has wings to fly higher. And you can choose. Do. Do not. But know.
Loves forever. No matter what happens. Spend your time spent. Present. Absent. Only love.
It is the most alone of beings. But he enjoys the company itself. And you know everything that is important in this world. Live one day at a time. Grab everything you need. And you love everything that has already won. And your castle is growing slowly.
I know I'm crazy. But I do not mind the criticism. I write for sensitive souls.

Spring.... winter die

In spring and behold resurfaces Persephone ... now come to light on the earth and flower fields. No more crying in the dark underground. Dried up all the tears as they sprung from the bowels of the earth all the flowers that now adorn our day.

Cupid hit me neurotic eyes

Parks and the wing lies in the grave under the white clouds cover the sky in blue. Around her two angels stand guard sleepwalkers. she died for the next moment. she died of music. Seeds drip from their hands. Purple flowers sprout from the ground. Her steps still mark the dark earth. Her long black dress houses weeds.

Oh,  suck my soul,
This will love the lower belly ...
Cupid hit me neurotic eyes
Measured in this madness
My back, my way ...

Intensely red hair is gray where everything is black, is cold. Glow in your eyes. Pale smile excavated, found and plucked from inside your mirror. Presence is enough space inhospitable. Fully fragments of angels, dreams, tears, white, black and love. Barefoot in volcanic eruptions spew in body weight that goes through the air. Just wanted to fly, through the door at the back of grave. It is the winter arrives.

Talking to the moon

I know you're somewhere out there somewhere far away

I want you back...I want you back

My neighbors think I'm crazy

But they don't understand... You're all I have...You're all I have

 

At night when the stars light up my room

I sit by myself talking to the Moon

Try to get to You In hopes you're on the other side talking to me too

Or am I a fool who sits alone talking to the moon

Do you ever hear me calling?

Cause every night I'm talking to the moon...Still trying to get to you

In hopes you're on the other side talking to me too

Or am I a fool...who sits alone talking to the moon

I know you're somewhere out there... Somewhere far away

feelings...

.... sigh

what's so dangerous I can do besides love you so much?

Mark Twain

Quotes

A man is accepted into a church for what he believes and he is turned out for what he knows.

Take in a stray dog​​, give him food and he will not bite: this is the fundamental difference between dog and man.

The correct function of a friend is to support you when you err. Unfortunately, most people are only on your side while you remain on track.


Some people never tell a lie - if they know the truth can hurt more.

The man who is a pessimist before 50 years, he knows, what then is optimistic, does not know enough.

And so is the world, sometimes sincerely wish that Noah and his entourage had missed the boat.

Words

"A tristeza sabe tomar conta de si própria, mas para obter o valor completo de uma alegria é preciso ter alguém com quem a dividir" Mark Twain

 

"Grief can take care of itself, but to get the full value of joy you must have someone to share with" Mark Twain