the-man-who-sold-the-world (ou mudança de perfil norkut, como queira)

I'm not a concept.

Behind this mask is a human, and behind this human is an idea. And ideas are bulletproof...
I wanted to write about it all. You know, even crazy people like to be invited.

All you must know is about our integrity: it sells for so little, but it is all we really have. It is the very last inch of us.

And you also need to look life in the face, always, to look life in the face, and to know it for what it is. At last to know it, to love it, for what it is, and then, to put it away.

But what I hope most of all is that you understand what I mean when I tell you that even though I do not know you and even though I may never meet you, laugh with you, cry with you or kiss you, I love you. With all my heart, I love you. I want you to just keep that in your head.

Oh!!! And don't forget: I'm just a fucked-up girl who is looking for my own peace of mind. Don't assign me yours, okay?


Obs.:

nunca cometo o mesmo erro

duas vezes

já cometo duas três

quatro cinco seis

até esse erro aprender

que só o erro tem vez

[Leminski]