• I´m one who thinks

    2 Dic 2008, 18:23

    he is high...but actually is small
    I´m one who thinks he is strong...but actually is weak
    I´m one who want all...but dont have nothing
    I´m one who close the eyes to problems...just to dont fight against them
    I´m one who change the hair, change the way, change the way to think .. but he still the same
    I´m one who think and imagine...but dont belive
    I´m one who is easy to talk ... hard is understand
    I´m one who come in summer...but dont back in winter
    I´m one who is equal to everybody...but in inside is different for everyone

    The difference between think...make...imagine...wanted..belived the power that you attach to them
    Gives power and strength for your thoughts and you will move the locomotive of your life
    Gives power and strength for your acts and you will see the man in you
    Gives power and strength for your wills and you will see the world calling you in window
    Gives power and strength for your creativity and you will can know all the world without take out your foots from the room

    All this is the result of a machine on top of your body
    The brain can be explain like a machine
    But machines dont dreams
    Machines dont think
    The machines just run
    The problems that you find there you cant find in everywhere
    How fight with yourself?
    How dont understand what seems like easy

    You are the way you think
    You are the way you do the things
    You are the things you belive
    You are the things you want

    Why you have afraid to go ahed?
    Why you have afraid to cross a acean?
    The world who knows today
    Tomorrow dont will be the same
    Because us...the mens..humans
    Peoples who thinking the money is more important than the life
    The essence the life in where we life
    The ground where we stay...our home
    The world we live in is not our
    is a gift that we had to take care
  • true

    20 Nov 2008, 11:40

    There's no money, There's no possession,
    Only obsession, I don't need that shit,
  • is all about your dreams

    15 Nov 2008, 9:07

    Is all about your dreams

    The life is made a few ways,some patches and doors
    Everyday you walk a little or open doors
    Everyday you make choises,take decisions
    Maybe you dont see your way or this doors, but belive they exist
    Everyday you build you future

    The dream is a road,sometimes a long road
    You have to be strong, have patience,persistence and most of all
    You have to BELIVE,had faith
    Dreams are your fuel, if you lose your fuel or stop to belive
    Your car stop, you stop to walk

    If one day you stop to belive, if you lose your faith, just look to the past
    Is not easy to live, live is make choises, step to step
    Never run, walk , is all about the essence of life , seize all days
    Carpe Diem, we have only sure thing in life
    WE WILL DIE, but we never know how and when

    Everyday you build your life road, making decisions,dreaming
    The life is to much to you give up,some peoples just exist
    The life is your best gift we cant just drop away
    When you have 60 years and look to past and say: I enjoy my life
    I have sure you will die happy

    Is 4:47 in the morning in Brazil, and i cant sleep thinking in my next slep,
    But dont think to much
    70% of your decisions you cant think, you just go...
    You can be free like a wind or you can be like a stone
    Is your choise...
  • the saudade word

    30 Oct 2008, 19:23

    I wanted to know who invented the distance
    Who invented the distance does not know what love is
    a person who had loved one day or'll love you'll probably hate the distance

    Distance destroyed from the inside
    erodes the heart
    the distance is a bridge between 2 halves of broken heart

    this world is so big
    perhaps may be a gate for the pure of heart
    Perhaps there is an exit for those who really love


    who loves has
    Who'll love will
    who still have loved

    the love is the car
    the distance is the wall
    the saudade is the bridge