I don’t know if it was right, if it was the right thing to do. To change, for to challenge for something, for get something. Forget something and, what I’ll have?

Everything has changed, but I still look for answers.

Sometimes I stop to read something, and I see that I don't write no more.

I feel like a dream becoming impossible.

I just want to thank you for every time you leave every things to help-me keep a smile on my face.
It's all I want to give for you.

I love you.

Yesterday I was with my girlfriend, talking to her, talking about beautiful things, real and improbable. Smiles, kisses and hugs were there, between us. Behind we can listen a voice that says a history, like a book, our book of our history. Wonderful moments like we don’t have in months, and all this yesterday.

It don’t have nothings with fairies, and I don’t believe in mythical beings. But I believe in it’s histories.

The people don't know when they hurt, and they do not know when they cure. The people don't know when they can change things, but when they know or don't, they change. I just want someone who know how cure and how change things. All things inside me.

All I want today is, a simple way to go for far far way, never land, etc.

If I cry now, if I cry alone over here, seeing what hurts me. What scary frightens me. What I don't want to me, to her, to us.

If I cry right now, alone, over here. Somebody will listen me, and, she will be this people?

If I think in she I'm smiling. If I think in me, I cry.

I'm so quiet now. No words, no song, nobody. Just I and my thoughts. I'm really trying to say something now, but all this time leave my words. And my worlds.

So, I keep waiting, so quiet.

In my mind, one idea only live when it have a look, and it only have a good life when I look and smile. When one idea don't have nothing like this, it just don't live, it's just one idea.

Sometimes I want to say to my problems for then came to me one by one, not all together like than like to do. If I can give one idea for the flow of problems, I could ask a little door for all then come, all then will try to come together (like every time) but, then will only can come one by one.

In the ends of day I will say 'It's over now', and then say 'See you tomorrow'. Day by day.

N.J. saw Kirk Franklin! And take pictures too. And sing together, and together a thousand of people, but, by the way, together.

A simple smile

One year without her, it's a long time and litle tears.

One year isn't enough to cry for all she was, and I think, not all of then.

In that hour, he stand alone under the sun. He always does it, alone, reading, sometimes happy (with the kind of happiness that you can see too far) and sometimes not. I can see he eating each word, felling each sun, each cloud. Talking with God and, mysteriously, having answers.

In that hour, he is a little bit more, he.

Here will be just a place, 'a solitary place' I think so. But I made this house to be the home of my memories, my secret histories and my way to say what not could be said for all word - and what I say daily inside my heart.

Every this secrets will be here, but not too easy to know...