Da cabeca pro caderno 4

One more time about love. Love and destiny. It has always made me afraid. Starting this again, but not really like this. Completely different people, completely different places, but the same feeling. By this time, a little more mature, I little more scared, much more interesting. The same doubts in my mind. Actually trying to bring heart, body and mind together for only one lucky one. Yes, lucky. Lucky and talker. Better keep thinking like that. Better living like it was for the first time without being afraid about getting hurted. Keep it in your mind and live it, little 21 years old girl! Stop being afraid, stop steping back, stoping listenning your mind and listen to your heart. Open up yourself for this experience and if tomorrow it's not like that, just forget it; you will survive. The thing you win and what you loose nobody needs to know.

Da cabeca pro caderno 3

Love, love, love. "I gave them one heart". My heart. And everything here walks around the love. I love you in a colorful heart. Valentine in an old bar with new friends. Cupid. It's a name even in Christmas. Love. japanese cookies with lucky messages. Affair. And I still believing that every little thing is gonna be allright. It doesn't matter where you are, nor who you are looking for. One more time looking for the butterflies. Look into yourself. Do you love your own garden?

Da cabeca pro caderno 2

Why do you feel like that? Confused feeling, everthing mixed together. Ok, let's play. You can do that, Only do what I want to do. Right now. Like that little bossy girl always do with you. It's your job, remember? Your own choice. It's Amyr Klink's tought. He told you, but it was too late. It was too late babe. Back to the game. No, I dont wanna play anymore! Game over. Not yet. It's the beggining. Never forget it. And never forget anything here is your busiess. You are like shit for them. You never need to know anything... fuck! Stop complaining. Don't worry, be happy. You're gonna have everything you deserve for being such a good girl, honey.

Da cabeca pro caderno 1

Hey monossilabuous! You're just a little toy like I were just a toy for you. No gentle, no conversations, no giving, nothing. A small, fast, unimportant game for both. And I still being romantic and taking care of the garden; waiting for the butterflies. I tried talking, I tried joking, I tried laughing, as I always have done. And it always have worked. Nor for you, not with you. Because you're rude, stupid. Learn, and go ahead. Do not make the same mistakes, do not say the same things. For every single one.