After some time you learn the difference, the subtle difference between giving a hand and fettering a soul. 

And you learn that to love doesn't mean to support yourself, and that company doesn't always mean security. 

And you learn that kisses are not contracts and that gifts are not promises.

And you start to accept your loss with your head up and eyes straight ahead, with the grace of a grown-up, not the sadness of a child. 

You learn to build the roads of today, because tomorrow's land is too unknown to make plans and the future usually falls from nowhere. 

After a while you learn that the sun burns if you expose yourself to it for very long. 

And you learn that it doesn’t matter how much you care, some people just don’t. 

And you accept that it doesn’t matter how good someone can be, they will hurt you once in a while and you have to forgive them for that. 

And you learn that talking can be a relief to emotional pain. 

You learn that it takes years to build trust and just seconds to destroy it, and you can do things in a second that you will regret for the rest of your life.

You learn that friendship continuous to grow even with the distance and that what matters is not what you have in life, but who you are in life.

And you learn that you don’t have to change friends if you understand that friends change, and you realize that you and your friend can do nothing or everything and still have good times together.

And you learn that the people you care the most are taken away from you too fast, that is why we should always say caring things to those we love, because it might be the last time we see them.

And you learn that you shouldn’t compare yourself to others, but to the best you can become. 

You learn that it takes a long time for you to become the person you want to be, and that life is too short. 

And you learn that it doesn't matter where you've already gotten to, but where you are going, and if you don't know where you're going, anywhere will do. 

You learn that either you control your acts or they will control you, and that being flexible doesn't mean you are being weak, or that you don't have a personality, for no matter how delicate and fragile a situation is, there are always two sides of it.

And you learn that heroes are those that did only what was necessary. 

You learn that patience requires a lot of practice.

You find out that sometimes the person that you expect to kick you when you fall, is one of the few that will help you up. 

You learn that maturity is about what kind of experiences you’ve had and what you’ve learned from them, not how many birthdays you have already celebrated. 

You learn that there's more of your parents in you than you suppose. 

You learn that you should never tell a child that dreams are foolishness, few things are so humiliating that it would be a tragedy if he believed that. 

You learn that when you are angry you have the right to be angry, but that does not give you the right to be cruel. 

You learn that just because someone doesn't love you the way you want to be loved, it doesn't mean that the person doesn't know how to love, and he loves you as much as he can, because there are people who love you, but simply don't know how to show it. 

You learn that being forgiven is never enough, sometimes you have to learn to forgive yourself. 

You learn that with the same harshness that you judge, you someday, will be condemned.

You learn that no matter how many pieces your heart was broken into, the world doesn't stop so you can fix it. 

You learn that you cannot go back in time, so you have to take care of your garden and not wait for someone to bring you flowers. 

And you learn you can really bear it, that you're really strong and that you can go farther than you think, and that life has a value and you have a value before life! 

And you learn that our doubts are disloyal and that makes us lose what we could achieve, if it weren’t for the fear of trying.

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

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Where would you wish to wake up tomorrow?

Crave

And I want to play hide-and-seek and give you my clothes and tell you I like your shoes and sit on the steps while you take a bath and massage your neck and kiss your feet and hold your hand and go for a meal and not mind when you eat my food and meet you at Rudy's and talk about the day and type your letters and carry your boxes and laugh at your paranoia and give you tapes you don't listen to and watch great films and watch terrible films and complain about the radio and take pictures of you when you're sleeping and get up to fetch you coffee and bagels and Danish and go to Florent and drink coffee at midnight and have you steal my cigarettes and never be able to find a match and tell you about the the programme I saw the night before and take you to the eye hospital and not laugh at your jokes and want you in the morning but let you sleep for a while and kiss your back and stroke your skin and tell you how much I love your hair your eyes your lips your neck your breasts your arse your and sit on the steps smoking till your neighbour comes home and sit on the steps smoking till you come home and worry when you're late and be amazed when you're early and give you sunflowers and go to your party and dance till I'm black and be sorry when I'm wrong and happy when you forgive me and look at your photos and wish I'd known you forever and hear your voice in my ear and feel your skin on my skin and get scared when you're angry and your eye has gone red and the other eye blue and your hair to the left and your face oriental and tell you you're gorgeous and hug you when you're anxious and hold you when you hurt and want you when I smell you and offend you when I touch you and whimper when I'm next to you and whimper when I'm not and dribble on your breast and smother you in the night and get cold when you take the blanket and hot when you don't and melt when you smile and dissolve when you laugh and not understand why you think I'm rejecting you when I'm not rejecting you and wonder how you could think I'd ever reject you and wonder who you are but accept you anyway and tell you about the tree angel enchanted forest boy who flew across the ocean because he loved you and write poems for you and wonder why you don't believe me and have a feeling so deep I can't find words for it and want to buy you a kitten I'd get jealous of because it would get more attention than me and keep you in bed when you have to go and cry like a baby when you finally do and get rid of the roaches and buy you presents you don't want and take them away again and ask you to marry me and you say no again but keep on asking because though you think I don't mean it I do always have from the first time I asked you and wander the city thinking it's empty without you and want want you want and think I'm losing myself but know I'm safe with you and tell you the worst of me and try to give you the best of me because you don't deserve any less and answer your questions when I'd rather not and tell you the truth when I really dont' want to and try to be honest because I know you prefer it and think it's all over but hang on in for just ten more minutes before you throw me out of your life and forget who I am and try to get closer to you because it's a beautiful learning to know you and well worth the effort and speak German to you badly and Hebrew to you worse and make love with you at three in the morning and somehow somehow somehow communicate some of the overwhelming undying overpowering unconditional all-encompassing heart-enriching mind-expanding on-going never-ending love I have for you. 

SARAH KANE

"(...) O seu "pôr quanto é no mínimo que faz" (...)"

HENRIQUE CHAVES

É triste que qualquer pessoa que me tenha conhecido por menos de um ano, desde há muitos a esta parte, saiba que é isto que melhor me define, e haja outras que me conhecem desde sempre e não façam ideia, nem disto nem de nada.

Não o fiz apenas uma única vez na vida.

"Who cares what cowards think, anyway
They will understand one day, one day"

YANN TIERSEN

dreaming out loud

Gandhi said that whatever you do in life will be insignificant, but it's very important that you do it. (...) By 22 Gandhi had three kids, Mozart thirty symphonies and Buddy Holly was dead. You once told me our fingerprints don't fade from the lives that we touch. Is that true for everybody? Or it was just poetic bullshit?

Whatever you do in life will be insignificant, but it's very important that you do it 'cause nobody else will. Like when someone comes into your life and half of you says:

"YOU'RE NOWHERE NEAR READY".
And the other half says: "Make her yours forever".

REMEMBER ME

Veio de mansinho...

Imperdoavelmente
Tomou conta de mim
Delicadamente
Foi chegando assim:
"De mansinho
Como uma brisa
Que cruzou o meu caminho
E em mim desliza
Sem me aperceber
Foi entrando
Não consegui entender
O que estava a acontecendo
Veio calmamente
Não pediu autorização
E ficou lá permanente
Fala como quer
Só faz o que quer
Livre a comandar
O lugar onde está a viver
Sem poderes para lutar
Contra algo tão forte
Deixo-me ficar
Esperando pela sorte
Veio sem nem dizer
E lá se aconchegou
E eu sem saber o que fazer
Fico com medo do que entrou
Qual será a minha sorte
Com algo assim
Peço que me liberte
Mas continua dentro de mim
Entrou sem pedir
E deixou-me a delirar
Não sei se vai sair
Nem sei que nome lhe devo dar!

ISABEL BRUM, Concurso Literário Camões