.Congratulações.

Congratulo o meu grande amigo Daniel que acabou de se tornar um "adulto" aos olhos da sociedade. Ainda não sei se hei de sentir piedade por ele ou não, mas o sentimento que inunda o meu coração continua a ser orgulho, orgulho pelo que ele foi, é e será.

Sei que te tornarás numa pessoa com muita honra, e por isso, ajoelho me figurativamente perante ti. Desejo te o melhor que uma única pessoa no meio de biliões pode desejar. Mas só esta vontade pode já significar e mudar muito. Não sei.

Porém sei que uma pessoa trabalhadora e lutadora como tu só pode suceder. E isso vai acontecer. Sei que sim. Por isso, sou eu quem te desafia a desafiar todos os outros, e desafio te também a nunca perderes esse tom brincalhão e simultaneamente sério que tantas vezes guardas numa faísca do teu olhar.

Uma nova etapa acabou de se revelar perante ti, que farás desta vez?...


( Num tom mais "infantil": Sim, o meu daniel merece uma entry no blog so' pq e' fixe e fofo 8D <3 )

Just let me take a breather for one second. Just one teeny tiny second.

I just want to take it all out.
I just want to squirm and let go against all this opression.

But I can't. That would be selling my self away.

I'll hide myself away from these emotions, so they can never be shown.
And they will never be seen by anyone.

I'll make sure of it.

In between, I'll endure everything. Just beleive my farçade. Please.

Or maybe I'll just scream at everyone, make me seem even more crazy and get rid of everything.

They already think I'm nuts, it doesn't take much to lock someone in the asylum.

Just let me take a breather for one second. Just one teeny tiny second.

I'm always wrong.

Because no matter what I do or say, I will fail again and again. You all amuse yourselves with my dead body, unaware my soul lives on, shredding through it one time and another.

I'm always wrong.
Because I'm not tough. I simply can't find the strenght to put in words what nature never gave me, but I found for myself. At first it seemed like a beautiful gift, the most enchanted fairy tale. Desilusion came upon me as I realized my fantasy world had become my very personal hell. And assuming hell has the most various types of forms, my puny existence transforms into something even more unbearable.

I'm always wrong.
Because I am not alive nor am i humane. I don't see, I don't breath, I don't smell, I don't touch, I don't hear, I don't laugh, I don't love, I don't hate, I don't live and I don't die. Living as a monster behind these shadows has proven to be challeging, as I constantly have the need to change my shelter, and this one always turns into an enemy. However, this condition of mine never revealed itself to be something unwanted. In certain ways, I like my deformed self, much to the displease of my crowd.

I'm always wrong. I'm always selfish. I'm always aweful. I'm always illogical, irracional, out of my way, stupid, temperamental, emocional, hot-headed, egotistical, dramatical, agressive, unwanted.

Why?

And before you tell me I'm making this all about myself, STOP PUSHING ME.
You keep pushing me, and then handing me my faults.

I know I am always wrong.
But you are not always right.