sábado, 21 de junho de 2014
Consciência
Nós, e apenas nós, somos as testemunhas de nossos pecados. Resta, portanto, à nossa própria consciência que sobre nós pese e castigue tanto quanto julgar dos erros que tenhamos cometido e dos males que tenhamos causado.
quinta-feira, 19 de junho de 2014
Preço
Quem joga desonestamente tem mais chances de ganhar, mas apenas jogando honestamente a vitória é verdadeira.
segunda-feira, 16 de junho de 2014
friable, but still (steel)
You took away what I cared most about. You took away who I used to be. You stole my identity. You tore my most deep dreams into pieces. You made my soul shine vanish away. And you brought what defined me most intimately to a shameful death.
But there's no ending without a new begin; there's no death without life.
I don't want to forget what happened, neither what I did. Those things, even the bad ones, make who I am. But I'm much more than this. I'm much more than what your limited glance could see. And I'm much more than what everyone, just like you, tryed to force me into being.
And doesn't matter anymore what happened. I'm not seeking to repair anything. What was done can't be fixed.
The only thing I seek is for myself and the soul you took and broke and throwed the pieces away. I've been collecting them for such a long time... but now, finally, my harsh endeavour is about to reach a grateful end.
But there's no ending without a new begin; there's no death without life.
I don't want to forget what happened, neither what I did. Those things, even the bad ones, make who I am. But I'm much more than this. I'm much more than what your limited glance could see. And I'm much more than what everyone, just like you, tryed to force me into being.
And doesn't matter anymore what happened. I'm not seeking to repair anything. What was done can't be fixed.
The only thing I seek is for myself and the soul you took and broke and throwed the pieces away. I've been collecting them for such a long time... but now, finally, my harsh endeavour is about to reach a grateful end.
terça-feira, 3 de junho de 2014
Pleonasmo
E de repente, tudo que parecia tudo torna-se nada. Dobra a esquina do esquecimento e já não há nada. Tudo se foi. Ou mesmo existiu? E agora a neve cai, o sangue corre. Tudo tornado preto, apagado, esvanecido. Consumido pela escuridão. E a caminhada continua, sem que reconheçamos a paisagem, sem lembrar das paradas no caminho, sem saber do destino a que chegar. E então, você percebe que nem lembra mais porque começou a andar, mas sabe que não pode parar.
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