About Forgiveness

If the last person who hurt you would call you now, would you forgive? This is a current question on social networks. My answer? It’s not because someone hurt you once you have to allow it to continue. Forgiveness is often for ourselves. I sincerely believe that I am a good person and that I do not awaken evil in anyone, but if unfortunately evil reaches me, and we know that it reaches, I regard it as personal growth and I forgive the person, for me, for her and for others that will pass in my life and do not deserve to prove the bitterness that another caused. Every person who passes into our lives has the right to fulfill his role without the shadow of someone who is gone. Go in peace. You are forgiven.







Some will say it is selfish. When thinking about it, also think about what you have contributed to reach that point. There is no selfishness when individualism has taken over people. Others will not understand the fact that I am happy, making jokes, probably these will be the people almost always distant, who does not like to hear that it is not well, that gives the standard answer “everyone has problems” How does one talk with this kind of person? Some have reminded me and are sure that they could have done more and others have not bothered to stop and think, to follow their lives normally, tomorrow is a new day. There are also those who wept over my body and will mourn my death, they will know exactly where they went wrong. I will not stand here pointing out the error of each one with me, I will not make this letter another chapter of thirteen reasons why, because I am free, maybe I still have to pay for it in an alternative world. Maybe there is a God and I should kneel at your feet and ask for forgiveness. I’m not afraid anymore. My fear is of empty, futile and individualistic people, who are happy with the suffering of others, my fear is of people who do not know what reciprocity is, who only expect the next gives more than nothing gives in return. My fear is of those who are silent when injustices occur or of those who find grace in the humiliation of others. I do not understand how the world works and I can not take love anymore. I apologize to my family, I loved you and I recognize your love for me, but the world is cruel. There is no comfort in death and unfortunately I can not say that everything will be fine, but I know they will find their way.



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Grow up


By: Unknown Author


I have undergone great changes as I grow up, I have fallen, I have broken my face, but I am not as sad as most people. Because? Because deep inside I know that someone only grows, matures, when learns to stand alone in the midst of these tumbles. Many people claim that I have changed, that I am no longer the same, but nothing seems the same as it used to be. I chose to change, I chose to shut up when I have so much to say, I chose to give more priority in discovering who I really am, what goes on in my head, whether I am only accumulating opinions, or an original character created by my attitudes. I diligently seek to be a good person, no, I’m good, if I were not, what would I be ?! I’m tired of the advice everyone gives: “everything passes”, “one day you’ll laugh at it all,” they do not comfort me anymore. So I decided not to listen to what people say about me, I preferred not to know the opinion of those who do not interest me and influence, and to give life a chance, to be able to look at its good side, to inspire and ex-freak, to go back a little and relive moments that have done me so well, that made me who I am today. Retake friendships thrown away, go back and eat the same candy I ate in the presence of people who today are no longer here near me. To trust, to be able to love. One day I heard that loving is a way to revolutionize, change the world. I believed, because one day my life changed because of the love of the greatest revolutionary that ever existed, Jesus, and I do not regret it and I will never regret giving all the credits of my life to Him. Only when I decided to shut up, I discovered that my voice it also echoes inside me, and I end up talking to myself when I think no one else understands me. I no longer want my life equal to all that is seen, tired of appearances, decided to use the brain, and my character still in formation to conquer people.





Graduation (The End)

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Poems · Stories

Trap (fairy tale upside down)

Sem títuloThe other time she said it would be the last.
He locked himself in his sand castle.
He could not remember how to walk on the street of homesickness and on the sidewalks of loneliness.
But she saw him crying and tried to approach.
Keep your feet on the ground while your head is in the clouds,
That’s what they said…
But it was too late.
It was a trap and she does not know how to get back
Her sand castle collapsed and she was unprotected.
If it’s not real, you can not play with like hands
Can not feel with the heart
But if you believe and even in the dark you can see
Maybe you can come back!

Writing about life

Almost there or considerations about the near future


I’ve been thinking a lot about my plans. I’almost finishing my college, I’ve studied a lot and there’s still so much I want to do. I’ve been doing lists of what I want for now, what I’ve done and what I have to do before I actually finish college.
I lived here for 5 years but I still do not Know the city, I went to museums, exhibitions, parties, bars but there is still so much to see. I wanted to learn Italian and French and finally decided to enroll, Italian no yet, I started the Spanish course too, it is not my favorite language but learning is accurate.
I wanted a love ah… This is harder. So I started looking and found it, but I do no think it has yet. I lived here with the following thought, there is no love in São Paulo, and I think this is true, in parts, for a long time I thought it was the rush of the other, but I realized that deep down they do not want to, because it is easier to live without having to give to the other.
So I gave up, I decided they’re going to have to find me now. I did not give up on love, no that, but I’II leave it a while, inside me.

Poems · Writing about life

Experiences (And if…)


And if I had not been born

How would my parents have lived?

If their death had not I cried

If André had fallen in love with me

And at 18 she had married

What children would I have had?

If I lived I would have chosen another state.

If another course had taken

How would you be a doctor or a veterinarian?

If I did not lose that bus

Because I arrived late

If I had ever entered that room

If I had not known you

Or made friends dear

Had I been happy?

If a heart had not been broken

In one thousand, one for each side.

How I would have become strong

And how the past learned?

If …

For each if presented

There are several paths to be followed and a modified self

I’m made of experiences.