Todo um ano, mais de 300 dias e eu estive:Voltando pra casa impavido, exangue, extinto, seco, mudo e calado.Querendo ser malabarista, tudo que consegui foi ser equilibrista.E no ultimo minuto, querendo alguma acao, eu derrubo tudo.Toda a vida, incontaveis ventos, manhas. Sol e Lua.E eu estive: amargo, fracassado, risivel, ridiculo.Com agua nos joelhos, sem direito a mergulho.Afetos deslizando dos dedos, pingando no chao e como o sangue da medusa, criando seres alados e venenosos que adocarao outras vidas que nao a minha.O que vem la?Todo um futuro e eu:Nao quero mais. 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Nunca estamos satisfeitos.Mas, ha uma forma melhor de viver!A partir do momento em que decidimos ser felizes,nossa busca da felicidade chegou ao fim.E que percebemos que a felicidade nao esta na riquezamaterial, na casa nova, no carro novo, naquelacarreira, naquela pessoa. E jamais esta a venda.Quando nao conseguimos achar satisfacao dentro de nospara ter alegria,estamos fadados a decepcao.A felicidade nao tem nada a ver com conseguir.Consiste em satisfazer-nos com o que temos e com o que nao temos.Poucas coisas sao necessarias para fazer feliz o homemsabio, ao mesmo tempo que nenhuma fortunasatisfaria a um inconformado.As necessidades de cada um de nos sao poucas.Enquanto nos tivermos alguma coisa a fazer, alguem aamar, alguma coisa a esperar, seremos felizes.Saiba: A unica fonte de felicidade esta dentro de voce, e deve ser repartida.Repartir suas alegrias e como espalhar perfumes sobre os outros:sempre algumas gotas acabam caindo sobre voce mesmo. E eu sei que e dificil de aceitar essa realida, mas e a mais pura verdade, quer queira ou nao um dia tudo acaba e quando acaba doi, magoa, destroi, o mundo desaba, acaba e eu sei, mas e dai, respire fundo, erga a cabeca e siga em frente, pois o mundo nao vai parar e nem te esperar por que voce esta deprimido. Podem me chamar de fria ou do que voces quiserem, mas a verdade e que eu sou pratica e realista, o poeta ja dizia: Que seja imortal enquanto dure, foi bom, foi otimo, foi gostoso e cheio de lembrancas que irei guardar pra toda a minha vida, mas acabou, A-C-A-B-O-U, por que? Por que nao dava mais, por que eu nao quero mais, foda-se o por que, meu se a pessoa nao te quer mais chore, grite, xingue, de um chute na latinha jogada na rua, mas nao faca chantagem, nao se humilhe, nao fique pedindo pra voltar, nao da pra amar por do, pra amar por medo ou sei la o que, quando acaba simplesmente acaba, bola pra frente por que atras tem gente, deixar de trabalhar, de estudar, de sair com os amigos, parar de viver, nao isso e inaceitavel, ninguem merece um sofrimento assim, muito menos voce.Se voce se dedicou, se voce fez tudo o que podia fazer por alguem, se voce se doou pra pessoa e mesmo assim ela/e nao te quis, e dai, vai ver que as coisas que voce tem pra oferecer pra ela/e nao e o