Desafio.Trabalho.Estudo.Dia.Noite.Sair.Amigos.Encrenca.Nervosismo.Ansiedade.Temperamento Forte.Teimosia.Persistencia.Forca.Briga.Coragem.Inovacao.Criacao.Maluquice.Naturalidade.Beleza.Amor.Danilo.Distancia.Felicidade.Sucesso.Suor.Sacrificio.Perda.Ausencia.Presenca.Presente.Aniversario.Vida.Ar.Agua.Saude.Exercicios.Preguica.Esporte.Futebol.Atletico.glorias.Conquistas.Merito.Aries.Yara.Marte.Guerra.Sangue.Entrega.Renuncia.Paixao.Mais de mim.Por mim.Sou eu.Sem mais.Aqui. Queridos seguidores,Devido a uma serie de coisas que vem acontecendo, infelizmente terei que abrir mao desde espaco.Mas voces nao ficarao sem noticias! O Ciclotimia com estrelas (clica la no nome ;D) continuara vivo.Agradeco a todos por fazerem parte dessa historia que nao acabou, apenas mudou de lugar =DBesitos! Se ele e eu trocamos dez palavras durante a vida, foi muito. Bom dia, como vai, ate a volta - as vezes nem isso. Ha pessoas com quem as palavas sao desnecessarias. Nos entendiamos e amavamos mudamente, meu pai e eu. Talvez pelo fato de sua figura emocionar-me tanto, evitei sempre pisar com ele o terreno das coisas emocionais, pois estou certo de que, se comecassemos a falar, cairiamos os dois em pranto, tao grandes eram em nos os motivos para chorar: tudo o que podia ter sido e que nao foi: tudo o que gostariamos de dar um ao outro e aos que nos eram mais caros, e nao podiamos - tantas coisas que faziam os nossos olhos nao se demorarem demais quando se encontravam e tornavam as nossas palavras dificeis. Porque a vontade mesmo era a de me abracar com ele, sentir-lhe a barba na minha pele, afagar-lhe os raros cabelos e prantearmos juntos a nossa inepcia para construir um mundo palpavel. Sem mais, e apenas isto. '' Finally he found this amazing song and we all got quiet. Patrick held his hand outside the car and made air waves. After the song finished, I said something. I feel infiniteBecause the song was that great and because we all really paid attention to it. Five minutes of a lifetime were truly spent, and we felt young''. Thinking about what Charlie felt, I discovered that I felt it too, listening to Beatles on the way back home. The sunset was phenomenal in the fields of the road, mum held her hands outside the car like Patrick and we turned the music louder and I felt infinite. This day could be a photo. It was just that beautiful. I'll try to describe: if you listen to the song '' Here Comes The Sun'' or ''Octopus's Garden'' , and you think about those pretty weather days that make you remember things, and you think about the prettiest eyes you've known, and you cry, and the person holds you back, then I think you will see the photograph. The photograph would be really awesome. But, the person who took it would think that the reason the photograph was unconventionally beautiful was because of how he took it. If I took it, I would know that the only reason it's beautiful is because of nature and love. So, be careful about this. Also I was thinking while listening the record that those songs had all of these memories and feelings and great joy and sadness. And I thought about how many people enjoyed good times with them. And how much they really mean. I hope the people who wrote those songs are happy. I hope that they feel it's enough.