o amor que nunca deixei eclodir agora procura seu espaço, o amor por mim mesma! selfish love.

You'll have the chance to see with your own eyes the acts that show my true feelings, to feel in your own skin the caress I ever wanted to give, to hear with your own ears the testimonials of the things that were did in name of this feeling... and yet, I know for sure, you won't believe any of those. You'll see in my eyes, you will feel within your heart, and yet you will blame me for all the troubles I've caused in your heart for years, for being selfish in my youth, for make you cry alone, to make you suffer, to bear to know everything about my life like i wasn't [in an unshelttered way] worrying about that. But I am still selfish enough to want you to witness al the love I have for you, I am selfish like you because I will let you know everything about my feelings for you and won't let you experience it.All that you've got by now is everything you will always get. I want you. I love you. I wanted to be with you right now, I could have done it but, like you choose, I chosen.

listening to elvis presley... good old times. don't miss them that much 'cause i know they were exactly what they needed to be. but now i am thinking about another old times, not so old like listening to elvis presley on my grandma's house. that was home, for sure...

always here looking to the landscape where you were, trying to guess what was your steps long before. i know those places just to looking through your eyes, and you even dont know that i did it.

may i be dreaming all this time? for sure not. for sure yes. for sure both. and for sure maybe...

who will never read this is the who i ever wanted to know who i am. and is, indeed, the person who knows me more than anyone. you saw me nude, you saw me dressed in dreams, you saw me smiling and crying...

and here i am, writting for everyone just because i must not write directly to you. i did it before and now i will do it for many times more and more.

i like to put this on these terms, to publish an inner feeling translated in a foreign language, as i said in a small talk with you, i feel so confortable writing in a language i hate. it is so... strange.

always borderlined.

i am so sick of all of it and i persist, i will live and do the things better. i just wanted to show you how good i am, once i saw your goodness.

this is a poor text. a sick text. a passionated text. a dying text. i am leaving nothing behind, not even footsteps.

the man in black runs through the desert and the gunslinger followed...

be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don’t matter and those who matter won’t mind

everyone is saying that it was the right thing to do. i dont care about what everyone are thinking. i just wanted it to be different, uncommom like we are. but it seems that for some things i can be the same as anyone. i will find my uniqueness again. will you see me at the end? who will be there to smile with those shining eyes?

i am really tired of playing strong. i am not used to play like this. i never thought i could seem so untrustfull. its a real shame on me.

i dreamed about a world when everyone would know how to talk about their feelings and everyone would know how to understand each other. Lie. i never dreamed such a dream. i was just dreaming abou us.

i have that flaw of the tittle. i really say what i feel. i say what i think. those who matters used to be near. and i throw them away 'cause i cannot bare the reply. being a cristal clear person made me sad. being a cristal clear made me alone. a very cristal dragon. i must show me my strongfullness again. i must repeat it to me everyday. it must be real. those feelings must stop. these cries i dont want to hear, they are my cries for help, they are my cries for live, they are my cries for solitude, they are all my cries. and noone heard. noone who matters heard. i never cried in your ears for you to know. i never showed my weakness and you discover a lot about them...