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There comes a time when you have to choose between turning the page and closing the book.

Leave the rest, the most beautiful day came and nothing else matters, nothing moves me. Do not show me the path. The infinite consumes me. This is what I am.

I´d made it this far and refused to give up because all my life I had always finished the race.

You don't know a good thing until it's gone.
And found something else.

"Get around people who inspire you, and say goodbye to those who tire you."

I wanted his body more than anyone
and your soul more anyone
I wanted your love
I search your love
tried to break the ice
and all I got was this
was comical
one last goodbye
one last kiss of love
and one more reason
to remember.
All the affection
of days gone by, hurt me
the time I thought
it was making strong
turned everything he had
in a delicate reminder
and disappear
was magical
one last goodbye
one last kiss of love
and one more reason
to remember.
I want the smell of your skin
want the smell of your love
I want the smell of your skin
want the smell of your love.

It was a time to become conscious, to give form and coherence to the mystery, and I had been a part of that. It was a gift. Life was raging all around me and every moment was magical. I loved all the people, dealing with all the contradictory impulses - that's what I loved the most, connecting with the people. Looking back, that's all that really mattered.

If you have a garden and a library, you have everything you need.

"Fight and you may die. Run and you
will live at least awhile. And dying in your bed many years from now,
would you be willing to trade all the days from this day to that for
one chance, just one cahnce, to come back here as young men and tell
our enemies that they may take our lives but they will never take
our freedom!"

Confusion in her eyes that says it all
She's lost control
And she's clinging to the nearest passer by
She's lost control
And she gave away the secrets of her past
And said I've lost control again
And of a voice that told her when and where to act
She said I've lost control again

When you are old and gray and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face.

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

Poetry is the part of literary art in loving and flowing all the feelings intrinsic to extremes.

#Stopwar #JWPapa #Pareaguerra
O mundo ao contrário


Basta olhar pra ver...
O reto do mundo anda a produzir muita sujeira
distorções inconfundíveis (em nome de deus)
em uma total inversão no julgar das (pessoas).
O errado agora é o certo
e o certo, agora, não é nem certo nem errado
está liberado enterrar as cidades do mundo
e lançar bombas nas casas das pessoas.
Afogar as crianças no mar
e destruir templos religiosos centenários
hoje em dia, é a última moda do verão europeu.
Corre, corre... Fecha as fronteiras!
Por detrás dos muros vejo vir inocentes
desarmados e famintos, podem ser perigosos.

If you want to view paradise
Simply look around and view it
Anything you want to, do it
Want to change the world, there's nothing to it

I believe in God, in dreams and in angels.

Keep Calm and trust in your style.

And the oscars goes to

Protagonista. Antagonista. Figurante. Platéia. Coadjuvante. Júri. Ela já foi tudo na película que tentava exibir o que ela é. Ledo engano. Qualquer semelhança à realidade era mera coincidência. E se não fosse, convencia-se de que era. Nada tirava-lhe o gosto por personagens. Viver do nada, do tudo, do vento, dos atos, das cenas. E ela vivia. Não um dia de cada vez. Todos os dias de uma só vez. Era livre. Era leve. Não dava explicações. Não se auto explicava. Assim era bem mais fácil. E agora? Agora que ela aprendeu a se sentir? Agora que ela decidira se experimentar, se tocar, se saborear? Como voltar a representar se tudo que fala alcança-lhe as impressões digitais? Se tudo que olha rouba-lhe a essência, despe-lhe a alma, invade-lhe o palco? É isso que ela não suporta. Ela não suporta ser medida da cabeça aos pés. Ela não suporta ser um turbilhão de emoções, mas sem uma armadura que lhe dissimule o rubor do rosto e o coração em frangalhos. Ela não suporta mais sentir o gosto dela mesma. É intenso demais. É cruel demais. Ela precisa urgentemente de um novo roteiro. De um personagem que a salve de seus próprios sentimentos. De sua própria desordem.

There comes a point in your life when you realize who matters, who never did, who won't anymore, and who always will. So don't worry about people from your past, there's a reason why they didn't make it to your future.

I'm your paradise?

"A única e verdadeira lei da vida é chegar até o final"