Sad

Prefiro morrer, do que viver com a morte dentro de mim

⁠⁠Faço loucura para poder ser notado

⁠"Nem todo mundo que considerei,teve a mesma consideração assim
No fundo eu só quero alguém que nao desista de mim"

⁠Dê tudo de si por alguém e mesmo assim veja ela se afastar aos poucos de você, isso vai doer mais que tudo... Principalmente quando aquela pessoa era seu tudo.

E do que adianta passar dias de dor se a glória nunca chega, se sofro por nada devo ser apenas um besta.⁠

Quando as pessoas dizem adeus, você morre um pouco por dentro, agora sou eu quem digo adeus, e irei morrer por inteiro

Me falaram que a vida não deveria ser entendida e sim vívida, mas não tem sentido viver a vida triste

Coisas que eu gosto

Não quero ir à praia
é muito quente;
Não vou para a academia
fiz exercício dobrado ontem;
Não sei se vou para a festa
é muito barulhento;
Não irei a escola hoje
tô muito cansada;
Não estou afim de ir ao shopping
vai vocês
Não quero jantar agora
Não quero ver filme
Não quero levantar
Odeio essas pessoas
Odeio sair
Odeio viver.

“Não me culpe por desistir fácil quando o outro nem se quer se preocupou em querer ficar”
-Maysa G.

Dizem que não existe nada melhor do que um dia após o outro para curar qualquer dor, o famoso "tempo cura tudo", não acho verdade. Outros dizem que o melhor remédio pra tudo é boas amizades, amores reais... Também discordo. Acredito eu, na minha insignificância, que na verdade somos nós, é aquilo que acreditamos, é aquilo que depositamos nossa fé. Não terceirize a sua cura, se erga e saia você mesmo desse poço.

⁠Só sei que nada seimas finjo que sei para os outros acharem que eu sei de tudo mas na verdade eu não sei de nada.

⁠Se lágrimas resolvessem problemas eu estaria mais seco que o sertão nordestino. Por hora, apenas imerso na vastidão da represa interna que existe em mim.

“It’s sad because the truth is that they don’t owe you their friendship or their love. They don’t owe you the same kind of relationship you desire from them. You can’t insist, through repeated action, that someone is now indebted to you because you have proven that you are worth of something. We make the choice to keep giving our attention and love to someone who has clearly demonstrated that they don’t want it, and it is always their choice to make if they one day decide they want to start reciprocating. But to break the cycle and force yourself to stop initiating contact, to stop making effort, and to stop caring about their response — that is much harder. That means admitting that you have lost a battle you didn’t even want to acknowledge you were fighting. But when we’re trying to get someone to love us back, it’s always a battle. And it’s one we’re almost always guaranteed to lose.”

'' And when I'm sad ... Just hold me.''

When the leaves fall sadly down,
When the autumn winds are blowing,
They don't feel sad because they know,
A new life comes at springtime's dawning.

I always wonder if death is a sad end or a happy start.

Gypsy Winds

Oh! My lovely gypsy!
you are my heaven
A colorful ray
In this murky and sad world
Oh! My lovely gypsy
leave the trail of your scent
to guide me, to find you
oh! my gypsy, my gypsy
let the song play
I need to dance
just this song
And I know I'll say one more,
one more, one more

Oh! my baby Gypsy
I want to shout! I need...
Lend me your body
So I can get warm
I was much time in the dark
it's always cold in the dark
Lend me your body
There are fires inside you
that warms me, I fall asleep
I need sleep, need sleep
Treat me with your lap...
oh! my little gypsy
is that I need sleep ...
Give me your dreams as a gift
oh baby! a dream, only one...
and I know I'll say one more,
one more, one more

Let the trail of your scent
guide me to this new song
I do for you, just for you
Oh my gypsy, lend me
the fire of your body
for me not get lost
in the shades of the path
oh my baby Gypsy
do not be afraid
I'm not that bad!
You make things shine
I feel so much life
when you make me shine ...
and I know I'll say one more,
one more, one more

ah! my baby Gypsy
one more, one more
ahhhh !!!!!!

It's a lie. It's a bunch of sad strangers photographed beautifully, and... all the glittering assholes who appreciate art say it's beautiful 'cause that's what they wanna see. But the people in the photos are sad, and alone... But the pictures make the world seem beautiful, so... the exhibition is reassuring which makes it a lie, and everyone loves a big fat lie.

A.J.M in ideological Letters (2007)


The moon I sad



The moon told me,
Do not be sad one day you will return p'ra
Do not be sad
Only feel miss,
Do not think in the very words
Much more you will only be sad,
So why loneliness is not lack


The moon told me

Do not precipite,
But let your heart guess
You see the fruit of so much pain
In exchange you get a beautiful flower As consolation for their pain
The moon told me
You will have much love


The moon told me ...















The Black Day

This day, so even if the tough. Same been massacred, continued to blow the air by mouths, the air of strength and will to power descansar.So that never acoteceria, if it were not for a miracle.
Both suffering, already tired they did not know the solution of their anguish, but in order proceeded! Working in the tiredness, hunger, punishment and suffering only wanted its simple survival, or if not the lives of his successors.
For centuries, have suffered, died, disappeared men strongest in the world due to exploitation of the labour force barrata.
These are the words that I highlight in my ideology, the suffering and misery that the colonization brought to the world. What is now also done in some countries of the world.
Our grandparents were forced to work to save their own lives and those of his successors, we are in today to tell these sad and pecaminosas histórias.No ituito to struggle to generate new blood that could save the world of these misfortunes, and that could create a Only world full of Peace and Freedom
Even punished, ignored and apaziguados for life that resulted were not entitled to claim.
So our ancestors lived.
The days on which they were more beautiful and bright to them becoming BLACK.





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I am not a liar



When I am a little sad, with that in my mind to be always happy, exaggeration: I say that I am almost

dying of sadness I write Poems of who is in the gorge without esperaca opposite of love, the good invention.



They get a high number of comments and e-mails solidarity, caricias, colos beautiful, and I am just good. It is a coup that never fails.



That's why I said and I repeat: be happy get anything goes, even pretend that it is happy.



And yet, pretend sadness, with appropriate caution, has to be smart ...



And I give an example: pretend that I am sad, and soon get caricias and solidarity, solve get sad again. All that can generate a protective desire to defect of protection.



Care.



It has a nice addition, though: people giving strength, to me praise and words of order and vaias against sadness "OUT TO hurt" - "BELOW FOR hurt," "NEVER MORE hurt," Tchau hurt, "the my two sides optimistic and happy, not to be sad, do not know whether to enhance solidarity and love.



It is the life, a game: gains and losses.

And yet, we must know that the sadness also has light, is a beacon that illuminates the path and warning the soul, leading to love, reorganizing the emotional failures.

When the sadness, it is good to the person requesting assistance, and have the humility to accept as a way of greater good, a nice lap, ONLY THIS.

“And then I felt sad because I realized that once people are broken in certain ways, they can’t ever be fixed, and this is something nobody ever tells you when you are young and it never fails to surprise you as you grow older as you see the people in your life break one by one. You wonder when your turn is going to be, or if it’s already happened.”