Tu sabe que..

Um ser só é filósofo.

Fantasy

Made of time
for wasting.

Laughing, crying, thinking, wishing.

Memories,
keep'em alive in our heart deep inside
to find just when we need it really
in hard ways, moments or wishes.

Made of unsuccess, unhappyness
Made of wreck boats of dreams
Made of a sad wood.
Made of a hope
Made of a still alive dream.

Life is a taste of doubts.

Or choices?

"Sometimes I wish that I could run in a great field covered with sheets, breakin' barriers, without get tired - free for the world".

"I look to the mirror but isn't you what I see, it's me - it makes me afraid. Understand now that nothing belong to us, and we should keep many words in our mouth, and die with'em in silence".