Maybe I’m a repetition of myself or the characters that surround me. Perhaps that image of ‘selfie’ is the reflection of egocentrism itself that the media prints on us as mere supporting actors in a life full of crooked contexts, emptied of noble sentiments that we should have, but unfortunately that make us what we are in fact: human beasts. We glut ourselves from so little, all the boring personality of a generation with no goals, no dreams, and no ideal either.  After all, we all need heroes. Who are they? In music, literature, politics… Can anyone tell me a … Continue reading Maybe…

Eu gostaria que minhas palavras tomassem forma, em cores, em essências e devaneios. Que meus pensamentos rompessem meus sonhos como ferozes cães de caça que devorassem minhas noites mal dormidas e abatessem meus medos mais sombrios. Minha voz? Que fosse ouvida e interpretada como o som da liberdade, aquela que rompe corrente e afaga em braços gentis. A cada sílaba solta no ar como um sopro de dias de paz, sem soluçar de dor, apenas esperança! Eu gostaria de sentir a chuva levando meu pranto, lavando minha alma e deixando-me pronta para mais um dia de labuta. Eu gostaria de … Continue reading Eu gostaria…

But what is virtue? Is it purity? Honesty? Integrity?Undoubtedly all these things, but surely more, devotion to another, selflessness, surrender and sacrifice …These perhaps are more important still my virtue found in service to humanity…♥ Continue reading Virtue, purity….

See, there were those moments… those moments when everything was suspended. In those moments, all there was, was your hand running over my skin, and your breath on my neck and your lips… well we know what your lips were doing — your words left me breathless. I forgot the inhibitions that I wore like a safety blanket, and my fears melted. My lips were damp, but my mouth was dry, my heart was echoing in my ears like a warning, I felt like putty, and you… you crushed me between your arms and molded me to your body. My … Continue reading Moments…

The word beautiful is such an over rated word, and the right term never gets defined correctly. Beautiful is you as a person, as a whole. It’s everything about that makes someone loves you. Honesty is beautiful, loving someone is beautiful, sweetness is beautiful, your character, the way you think is beautiful. Beautiful girls make it hard for guys to take their eyes off of them, and I don’t mean sexually attractive beautiful, I mean being intellectually beautiful. When a guy really loves you, he will look past beyond looks. You see, you can’t fall in love with appearance, it … Continue reading Beautiful….