Enough time...

Do we ever have enough time?

Enough time to do whatever we want... The sky is the limit.

We shouldn't cut ourselves short. That's for sure. But what if it is time that cuts us short?

I just hope I'll have enough time.

And that you will too.

"teus lábios são labirintos..."

Quem nunca falou algo sem pensar e depois se arrependeu? Nos sentimos como criminosos e às vezes não conseguimos encontrar perdão em nós mesmos. O coração aperta quando somos sinceros demais - mas será que isso existe? Ser sincero demais? Ou se é sincero ou não se é.

Um erro comum, que não consegui tirar da consciência, não importa se bebi, se saí, ou que fiz... Ele me perseguiu até me encontrar onde quer que eu fosse. As unhas sendo vítimas silenciosas da consciência de um crime sem perdão.

E repito...

"Teus lábios são labirintos que atraem os meus instintos mais sacanas. O teu olhar, sempre distante, sempre me engana... Eu sigo a tua pista todo dia da semana. Eu entro sempre na tua dança de cigana..."

Para onde vamos? Where are we going?

"Não precisamos saber pra onde vamos, nós só precisamos ir..." Infinita Highway - Engenheiros do Hawaii

"We don't need to know where we're going, we just need to go..." Endless Highway - Engineers from Hawaii

A place my heart misses...

There's a place my heart misses everytime the fresh fall breeze flows around me... I feel the soft blow of the wind on my face and immediately I am transported to a place where waking up with the sun is delightful and falling asleep early is incredibly natural... In my mind I can see a golden mare galloping under the morning sun, exhibiting her blond beauty and still wild nature.
Her name is Sol, Sun in english. She truly was like the sun, my sun. She was hot and wild, but warm and gentle. Beautiful, and for as long as I could, I made my life revolve around her... Every free time I had, I'd spend with her. She was a young girl to me, with her recently completed 3 years of age. Whenever I woke up, I'd get dressed and rush myself to the stables where she'd be and I'd feed her. I could spend the whole morning grooming her beautiful golden fur and watching her trot here and there... Everything about my quarter mile/mangalarga marchador mare was absolutely magnificent...
Just the thought of all those afternoons I spent with her brings joy and a peaceful place to my heart. Once again I am there holding that strong neck and petting her forehead. And this is where my heart goes everytime Saudade knocks on its door.

Love, Dreaming and Stories

"If there's no love in your heart, there's no dreaming, no stories, nothing..." (Australia)

How true is this?
Without love, nothing grows. Our dreams give us stories and songs, and so much more! We must have some kind of love withing ourselves to be able to live, and grow, and create, and inspire and be inspired...

It's about time...

When will it be the right time? The time to grow up, to be a responsible adult?
When should I be the kid and when should I be the one in charge?
When do I have to do this or that?
Is it time to wake up yet or do I get 5 more minutes?

About time to leave or will you stay another night? I'm not allowed to ask for it, but I wish you'd stay... I'll miss you when you leave and the lingering smell of your perfume on my shirt won't let me forget you were here... That I had you this close once.
Of course we've been through a lot, but that's how life is... And I'd go through a lot more if I knew you'd be by side all along.
I guess that's not so much for wishful thinking...
After all... It IS wishful...

Even if it's a thought.

The girl who never...

Do we really move on with our lives?
I have my doubts...

Really, if you stop and give it a minute of thought, you might agree with me. For example, don't we always say that we're the sum of all the things that happened in the past because, somehow, they made us into what we are today? So, how can we TRULY move on with anything if most of those things - if not all of them - become our luggage in the journey called LIFE?

Makes sense, hun? I know! It's creepy! But it's so true!
So, in a way, I think we make the wounds heal, but we carry the scar forever.
It doesn't matter if it's an unbelievably amazing event or the most humiliating moment of your life, you'll always carry both, even if you say you won't. Unless, of course, if you suffer from memory loss and such.
Other than that, it's your burden forever, your big fat past that is your living history and is attatched to you no matter where you go or what you do. But maybe that's a good thing!
Or can you imagine waking up one fine morning and wonderig: "Oh, crap! Who am I? Where am I? Shoot!".
Happened to a few people in the world. Big "uh-oh" for them. My feelings to them and I pray to God that'll never happen to me. I'm not proud of all my memories, but they're mine. It's me, it's ALL me.

Think again when you wish you could forget something!
That's my piece of advice!

Would you?

Would you put yourself on hold if you could?

I never told you, but I did

I said things I didn't mean, but I did.
I went on and I did what I shouldn't.
There's things about myself I don't like to pride.
But there's only so much that a human can endure.
Forgive doesn't mean forget, but we still rather forgeting over forgiving.
It's easiar. Is it? I don't know... Maybe.
All those seconds we spend - I say spend and not waste - wondering, imagining, trying to guess what cold be and wasn't. In any way, we only have ourselves to blame, even when we can always find someone to feel guilty for us.
Sometimes it's best not to say anything and sometimes it's better to say what you want. But which is which? That can get me thinking for a little while...
I said what I said because I felt it, but it's never real if you don't feel it too.
The hard part is, I don't know if you were listening...

Quando Sofia conheceu Alberto...

Finalmente!
26 de Maio, 1990. 4h da manhã!
Sofia se encontra com Alberto, vestido de monge, na Igreja de Santa Maria.
Uma longa conversa sobre a Idade Média se segue.

A Idade Média é muito conhecisa sob a visão de um período de Trevas... Mas não se tratou apenas disso... Foi muito mais! Foi nesse período em que se fixou um sistema de ensino e que surgiram os Estados Nacionais, com as diferentes sociedades e líguas que até os dias de hoje existem. O que seria de toda a Europa sem a Idade Média? Aliás, o que seria do resto do mundo, não fosse a Europa o que ela é hoje?
Grande parte de tudo que conhecemos começou neste continente composto de tantos diferentes países. Foi fundamental a existência da Idade Média, mesmo que aos olhos de muitos ela não tenha passado de uma única e longa "noite de mil anos".
Sim, mil anos é muito tempo, mas quando estamos falando de se estabelecer toda a sociedade - e também uma religião - esse tempo acaba sendo muito bem utilizado, mesmo quando certos avanços sofrem um retrocesso momentâneo... Porque eles não duram pra sempre.

Sofia e Alberto nasceram na mente privilegiada de Jostein Gaarder, mas quanto mais os conheço, menor se torna a possibilidade de ambos serem estranhos aos meus olhos e à minha mente. Definitivamente fascinantes.

Sócrates

"Sócrates achava impossível alguém ser feliz se agisse contra suas próprias convicções. E aquele que sabe como se tornar uma pessoa feliz certamente tentará fazê-lo. Por isso é que faz a coisa certa aquele que sabe o que é certo. Pois ninguém deseja ser infeliz, não é mesmo?"
Jotein Gaarder - O Mundo de Sofia.

Quem sou eu para discordar mesmo que quisesse. Mas concordo com ele. Sendo Sócrates um homem sábio por reconhecer que nada sabia, acho difícil divergir do que ele disse. Afinal, já pensou se agíssemos contra o que acreditamos com a nossa razão? Seríamos tormentados o tempo todo por nossa consciência...
Sócrates foi um verdadeiro filósofo, um amante da sabedoria! Ele sabia que nada sabia e por isso buscou por toda vida a verdadeira sabedoria. Buscava um forte alicerce para seus conhecimentos na razão humana. Admirável! E faço das palavras de Jostein Gaarder as minhas quando digo que uma pergunta é mais perigosa que mil respostas - quem é que não conhece a história das roupas novas do imperador?

Food is a creation!

I caught myself watching that movie, Julie & Julia, and I much enjoyed it!
I was raised in a big family and food wasn't just our business - we owned a bakery - it was a hobby! My mom could invent and create anything. She never stepped into the kitchen as someone who knew what she was going to cook. She would open the refrigerator and look what was inside, then from it she'd creat a wonderful meal!
Our weekends were always like that! We'd cook something together and have lots of fun! I was usually responsable for the dessert, along with my sister.
As I grew up, I learned how to cook a lot of other things, and it's funny how food has always been involved with my most treasured moments... If I wasn't cooking it with my family or friends, then I was most certainly enjoying it at a restaurant, a friend's place or in my kitchen with my mom.
Cooking is something everyone can do... We just have to give it a try and a little practice. I didn't get it right the first time I made cookies, but I sure made up for it on my second try!

And isn't this how life is? We give it a try and sometimes it work and sometimes it doesn't, but even when it doesn't work, we're never limited or short on tries, and can keep inventing and creating and trying again and again. New things, old things, things you didn't even know you could do!
Let's enjoy life like our favorite meal! Yummy!

2 as in ONE

Life is an amazing adventure.
We find hate, we find love.
We find an infinity of sadness, and then the sun rises yet again and show us the way back to ourselves, to our heart, and we find joy and happiness once more.
The best we can do it shape ourselves into who we want to be and go with the seasons, enjoying all the beautiful things that hide in between the differences.
We can grow from everything. It's not easy, but each day gathers new experiences for this misterious journey called LIFE.
One day you'll lose your mind and say a lot of things you don't mean to someone you love, and you can't take te words back once you've said them. Begin again. Take a chance and make a change! It's worthy.
God gives us a new opportunity in each breath we take.
With gratittude I thank Him for so many stormy days and even more sunny ones.
We need to be humble and acknowledge that we don't know it all, and never will. We can learn from anyone. Accept a helping hand, and offer one yourself. It will lighten your heart.
No one is perferct, but we learn to love people just like us: filled with flaws and with delightfull details that make us love them a bit more each day.

I haven't see my sister in one year. But she's always with me! Love has the power to break geographic distances and unite two hearts without letting them part one another. She's another side of me, a continuity of my soul in another body and vice-versa. We couldn't possibly be any more different than we already are, but that's just what we love in each other! We drive each other crazy and have terrible fights. But we're best friends, and nothing can break us when we're together. She's a wonderful person with a beautiful soul. Her name holds her entire stubburn personality: Marcela. It means hammer. And that's who she is.
She is like a caged wild animal who just got its way back to freedom. She's a person of her own and she's brave to hold on to who she is. She joyful, crazy, hilarious, lovable, wild, stubburn, persistent, impossible, annoying, funny, clever, smart, sweet, charming and one of the most beautiful people I've ever met.
She teaches me with every move she takes, and she's 3 minutes younger than me.
We're twins. God made us two because she holds too much beauty to be put into only one body, so we became two. But we know we're really ONE.

Live and enjoy each day. Have a wonderful LIFE!

Begin again...?

Would you change yesterday if you could begin again?
I don't know...
Sometimes I wonder if I would begin again would I be given the chance...
Of course somethings didn't come out as I planned, but that kind of brings color to life, the picture is always changing and that's why we shouldn't worry about coloring inside the lines...
We should be entitled to create our own stories, with our own characters, our own scenary...
It's challenging, hun? I thought so...
But instead of looking at it as a challenge, change your point of view and begin seeing it as an adventure.
One...
Two...
Three...
Let's do this!

"...you're so much braver than I give you credit for..."

Unconditional love...
Who doesn't want it?
I want it!
Bet you want it too.
But...
How many people can give it? I mean... Can I? Can you?
If what I hear is true, than only when I can give it, I shall find it... Tricky... But makes sense.
So... Next time you say "I need your love" mean it, and be ready to give yours away, simply because you want to.
After all, when his lingering skin's smell fades away from you, you'll realize how hard it is to let go. And the clock never stops... It's now or never...
Is it?
What if it is you who's on a plane to your hometown, and he's the one left behind?
What if it's time for either one to go home? Is it really late and dark outside or are you running away? Is he?
What if... What if not?

-----------------------------------------------

The smell of her hair... The touch of his hands,,,
The sound of his laughter and her big brown eyes...
Memories.... Thoughts... Pictures... Letters... All gathered together, collected along the years down the road...
Growing up... Finally the things that used to be talked and dreamed about are finding their way to come true and life seems so different from where it started...
Where are those two kids?
Wouldn't it be good to just drop everything and go back in time? Enjoy that day one more time?
Feel that hug once again?
Maybe there's a reason, bigger than us, why we can't turn back time.
But dreaming is always an adventure.
Only living is even bigger!

Love: LOVE! lOvE...

How beautiful is a reconciliation!
On a regular day, we end up doing things mostly out of habit than because we're actually putting some thought and care to it. I just wanted to say that I am glad that even throughout those robotic reactions we have delightful surprises to cherish!

And as the romantic I am, I love romance! I love seeing people show their love for their loved one... It's like music and it warms my heart on the inside!

Air is superfluous if compared to sharing your time with the person you love...
Enjoy it and value it for as long as you have it! You'll never regret it if you live it with your heart!

Pequenos prazeres da vida! - Little pleasures of life!

Ahhh... Hoje deu saudade de casa... Conversando sobre futebol com meus pais americanos, lembrei dos Bolas Murchas e Bolas Cheias do Fantástico. Ri sozinha mas ri muito! Uma pequena amostra do que a humanidade é capaz numa tarde de fim de semana...

Ahhh... Today I missed home... While talking to may american parents about soccer, I remembered Fantástico's Flat Balls and Full Balls. I laughed alone but I laughed a lot! This is a little show of what human kind is capable of on a weekend afternoon...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?=I_CYl6XkZ6k&NR=1

Fantástico: Fantastic - A brazilian sunday night television show watched by lots of families, with lots of interesting things and also news from all over the world - really good show!

Big girls don't cry...

...And pigs can fly...


Because growing up is not always easy, but it's rewarding.
Because having faith means believing even if you can't prove it.
Because no matter how old you are, your mom will rest your head on her lap and tell you you're her baby, and you will like to hear that.
Because real friends are rare but they are forever.
Because Christmas is beautiful.
Because the end of summer is bittersweet.
Because everyone feels homesick at least once.
Because you'll never forget that first kiss...
Because a deep breath can bring up memories and make you happy.
Because no one can love you more than God does.
Because life is a gift.
Because chocolate is so good!
Because sisters are annoying.
Because sisters are the best of friends.
Because brothers are little devils.
Because brothers are also guys - and so they'll feel jealous of you, even if they never tell you that.
Because high school gave you stories you'll tell your kids, and your grandkids, and your grandkids's kids and so on.
Because everyone has flaws.
Because that hat looks funny on her.
Because he smiled at you.
Because falling in love is an adventure.
Because you have to be angry sometime.
Because it rained.
Because that book spoke to you.
Because that song was silly.
Because I said so.
Because daddy told me to.
Because. Just because.

Just air...

Walking home from the gym tonight, I closed my eyes and just walked slowly along the sidewalk, feeling the warm summer breeze blow through my hair...
The smell of it took me back home... It was almost like I could hear my mom's voice calling me... Like my sister and I were just laying down beside the pool, waiting for dinner and picturing animals on the clouds...
It was a peaceful moment in my mind and it reminded me again of how perfect is our Creator, to gives us these moments filled with inner peace and joy.
It lasted only a few minutes, but long enough to make me feel at home again and ease my heart from all the missing it has been trough.
I thought I 'd share it here so that more people can have the pleasure of feeling like they're back home, even if they're thousands of miles away from it.

And here we go again with the bittersweet summertime...

The Greatest Adventure

Life awaits.
Therefore, live it.
It's right there, right in front of you.

It is such an adventure that two people cannot live the same life. Sure, you can SHARE it, but you can't live the same life as somebody else and vice versa.
Being born, growing up... It is a constant change. Everything is continuously moving, just as time never stops. It's like a clock that won't stop even if it runs out of batteries.
Don't waste it... Even if you feel like everything is wrong, and you're about to give up. DON'T. You'd be a huge loss to the world. Specially to the world of the ones that know you and love you so very much.
Life is a beautiful gift God gives us and it is a present to be treasured and explored. We never know when the Lord will decide our time here is up and it will be time to move up.

Take the most of it.
Love yourself. Love your mother and your father.
Cherish your grandparents if you're so lucky to have them, because you'll miss them terribly when they're gone (I know that because I never had them and I miss the idea of having the chance to know what it would have been like if I had them once).
Learn to love. It'll be hard. Someone will break your heart to pieces and it will hurt. But you ARE capable of getting the pieces back together and loving again. The pain you'll be put through will be worthy once you find love. It can come from anywhere... A sister, a friend, someone in your family, a valentine or a spouse, a stranger... Whoever.

Take a walk by the shore and feel the wind on your hair. Have the sand on your toes and the sea by your feet. The sunset will take your breath away and something inside you will trigger a new beginning... A fresh start.
Hold it in your hands and never let go of that feeling.
Be thankful. For your family, your friends, your teachers. Be thankful even for the strangers who cross ways with you. Above all, be thankful to God. He created everything and gave you everything you've got.

Love life.
It is like a shooting star: it will go by faster than you'll realize. When you wake up, a few years will have already passed you by. Catch up to life's missadventures and to its adventures. They'll both help you grow and become the person you want to be.
Live. Live. LIVE.

A Heart Worth Breaking

It's my fault my heart was broken.
I can't blame you for breaking it.
But still... Why?
Is this how you want to remind me of what I really am?
Far from perfect but we're all broken to a degree...

Missing you like crazy I understand.
I understand...
REASON understands.
HEART doesn't.


Looking at that old photograph...
I'm wishing I could turn back time.
But time goes by faster than we realize,
And soon enough we'll part ways again.
I never feel like letting go.
I don't want to fall.
I don't want to watch you fall.


Please hold my hand and I'll hold yours.
Don't let go, don't give up.
Feels like tomorrow will never come,
But sunshine will light up your face
And I'll still be whispering
"I love you"
In your ear, early morning after the storm, watching as you slowly awake.


I'm not going anywhere.
I'm not worth a lot.
My heart is worth breaking.
I'm worth leaving.
But I'm not leaving you.


I'm going to see the morning sun arise with you.
In every single way,
You show me who I want to be.
I'm telling what this is to you...
I won't let hope go.
I'll hold you till the night is gone.

Keep me.
Keep me...

Once upon a time... Which time was it?

So once upon a time there was a girl and there was a boy.
And they were friends. Not just friends, best friends! The best of friends!
They were always together and would always have fun together!
It could be sunny, rainy, snowy or windy, they would always find something fun to do!
And it felt like they never had enough time together, because they never wanted to say goodbye when they had to go home.
They were very fond of each other and their friendship meant the world to the both of them. There was nothing that could break that perfect friendship. There was complicity in every move. One look and there was an entire conversation.
Of course, as time went by, the more they knew each other, the more she showed him her universe, the more he invited her into his life, the more they cared about each other.
Finally, one night, sitting in his car and talking about life, he told her he had fallen for her. She felt the same way but she had no time to tell him that then, neither was she so brave. Soon she put herself together and told him her heart was his, but time had come and she had to leave, with the uncertainty of when they'd meet again.
And as fast as she made nest in his heart, she flew away. Four years would pass before they could set eyes on each other again. But they waited. Their friendship endured the years apart and they made it through as if no geographic distance was imposed to them. They would write and call each other and talk about facts of their daily lives, share secrets and dreams, tie their lives together even though they were worlds apart.
But the beauty of young hearts is how much they can endure. Years of longing for one another's company, the wish to hear that laughter one more time, to feel that embrace of each other's arms, to smell that familiar perfume...
There's a magic about being in love at seventeen. Every memory of those years can fill a heart with joy and nostalgia... And the air smells different and a deep breath takes you in a time travel...
On the celebration of the birth of Christ, they finally met again. As his voice echoed on the street, she opened the door of her house, and ran into his arms, with which she was again held and carried. If time could stop, that would be the moment. It was perfect, a perfect encounter. She was back.
But in a mortal life, you can't have it all. He moved. And as fast as he came to see her, he had to leave. But soon, on New Year's Eve they would meet again.
It was a lovely winter night. And as he walked her to the door, he felt that was his chance. She held her keys to open the door, looked back at him to hug him befoe going inside, and as he embraced her, a silent wishful kiss happened. Butterflies flew in her stomach, he felt any brokeness inside of him mend, she felt her knees weaken, he felt like he'd just taken his first breath. It was definitely magic.
But for some reason, she didn't feel her heart to be ready for all that and she hurt him even though she didn't want to.
Months went by without they crossing sight. Finally, on the wedding of their friend, their hearts reunited and a kiss was again shared. She felt a garden begin to grow on her inside. He felt warmth and joy, as he hadn't felt in a while.
Again he left, Again they got together on another wedding cerimony.
Her heart began to fall for his and leaving him was harder this time. But not too long after, they met again. It was fun and they were themselves with each other all the time. Time together was all they wanted. Sleeping on his sholder she felt her heart beat happier. Kissing her, he lost track of his thoughts.
But neither the girl or the boy have steadiness to carry themselves together.
Their friendship is forever and their love is yet to be discovered, freed and lived with no reservations...
One day, my dear... Some day.

Bubbles bubbles

(sigh)...
There's the will and the desire to write, but the words are missing...
So much on my mind and no words to materialize it. Frustrating, really.
But it was one busy week in my life so, hopefully, my weekend will pay off.

By the way, why are people always trying to change who they are? No, no... I am not excluding myself. I'm human too and I know all too well the feeling of wanting to be in someone else's skin...
Oh well, maybe as the years go by and I get to mature a little bit more, I'll find out about he answer... Till then, I'll sporadically want to be someone else.

What a wonderful life!

Life hides its treasures under every stone and in every curbside... It's our job to find them! And we don't even have to go look for them, they'll come our way once we allow them to. How? It's simple! Don't get off of bed with that "Grr... I have to get up!" attitude! That totally recks it!
STOP complainting about this and that!
EVERY morning is a gift and a chance to chine and keep shining, so you might as well take that chance and ENJOY it.
If you're a grown up, you should act like one. That doesn't mean you have to kill your inner child, just means you shouldn't allow he/she to come out and play unless it's playtime. Don't let it pout over this and that, because if you give he/she one chance, believe me, he/she will do so! He/she will be a big whiner and complaint about how he/she got stuck in traffic all the way to work and then all the way back home. If they only knew complainting won't take anyone anywhere... Complainting about it won't make the cars move, trust me, I've seen many people try the trick and'let me tell you this: it doesn't work.
Altogether, have a great day!

This time it's personal

I like to write.
It's one of my passions. My ambition is to one day write a book; it doesn't have to be a best seller or anything... I wouldn't mind if there would be only one printed copy of it. But I would love to know I wrote those words on those pages... Look on the cover and see my name printed in them...
To me writing is a window into a different world... To some people it is music - I envy those talented people, music is a true gift! - and to some it is painting, running, horse back riding... But writing or typing words can relax me, can make me happier when I am sad, can even help me understand something I struggled with just a while before... But even this didn't come easy to me... You see, I need inspiration to write, otherwise it will end up being just a whole bunch of disconnected words on a piece of paper (or computer window). Of course many things inspire me, but nothing makes me write better than love. Feeling the love from my family, friends, or even being in love - doesn't matter if it works or not. It just fills my mind and my heart and it has to be poured somewhere before it gets lost among all my other thoughts.
And I think I am in love... In love with life! I have been having so much and I don't even think I deserve it all... But I am happy and warm on the inside. And not only I am in love with life, but there's also someone in my life. He's my best friend, has been since we first talked - we didn't really talk the first time we met, which is funny now that I think about it, because we kind of compete to find out who talks more now - but I'm afraid that's all he allows us to be. Just friends. But I love him and I understand his many reasons to this decision. I even agree with so many of them. But I love him. ANd with the words of Beethoven, I finish this post: "Ever thine. Ever mine. Ever ours.".

Love is a beautiful thing

Hmmmmm... Isn't love a beautiful thing? No one can ever live a full life if they don't fall in love at least once... It's beaustiful and it's the closest thing human king has to magic.
It can hit you at an early age, when no one will take it seriously enough, or it can happen at a more mature age, when you'd never guess that "at this age? Is it still possible?!".
One cloudy day at the school or years later on New Year's Eve...
But your feet won't touch the ground and you'll be in too deep before you can do anything about it - not that you'd ever even want to. Your daily problems won't matter anymore and you'll won't care if it starts raining when you're wearing your best clothes, because you've got him/her.
The sky will look blue even during a storm and the sun will shine stronger when you hear him/her call your name...
He/she'll make you feel you won't have to be alone... And falling asleep to the sound of him/her breathing will be the perfect lullaby.
Spread your wings and fly, 'cause you've just begun to live life to its fullest.

Rainy Days

Don't you just love rainy days?
Sitting on the couch and watching your favorite tv shows... Or maybe cooking something different for dinner...
With a little imagination, a book is also a great company!
There's something to the sight of watching the rain fall down the window paine while the sky turns into countless shades of gray... It's peaceful and sleepy! Nothing goes better with a lazy sunday afternoons!

Nothing's ordinary

Nothing's ordinary...
We take the world for granted, we don't appreciate anything untill it's bronken, gone or unless it's huge. That bothers me.
No one ever stops to watch the sunrise or the sunset anymore. After all, tomorrow there will be another one... Sure there will; the world existed long before we were here and will continue its existence long after we're gone. But you don't know when will it be your last day. So, my advice is: take your time to appreciate and admire the magnificence of the world. The smell of the rain, the fresh breeze, the colors of the leaves. Tomorrow you might not have time to.

First one

What is it to be wise?
Often related to long lives filled with experiences, some good, others not so much.
Maybe one day I'll know about it too...
But for now, wondering how to read other people's minds has been keeping my own mind busy enough. One person in particular...
Oh, well... Good night!