de Jeffery McDaniel.  Each morning I look in the mirror and say promise me something, don’t do the things I’ve done. -  I walk up to people on the street that kind of look like you and ask them the questions I would ask you. – I don’t wish I was in your arms,  I just wish I was peddling a bicycle  toward your arms. – We didn’t deny the ..

The floor was covered Clothes, shoes Sheets Layers of personality meant to impress My makeup Your meds We lived in a room With the world locked out On a bed that smelled of Trust and fear Pain and love Your chest was my pillow And my arms were your sheets Until the lights and noise faded away And we saw by the shine in our own Smiles and eyes And ..

Resta, acima de tudo, essa capacidade de ternura, Essa intimidade perfeita com o silêncio. Resta essa voz íntima pedindo perdão por tudo: – Perdoai! Eles não têm culpa de ter nascido…  Vinícius de Moraes

Franz Kafka You need not do anything. Remain sitting at your table and listen. You need not even listen, just wait. You need not even wait, just learn to be quiet, still and solitary. And the world will freely offer itself to you unmasked. It has no choice, it will roll in ecstasy at your feet. Preciso aprender.