The Honest Truth...

As I get older and get along with others, I value women who are above 30. They do not care what you think, but they are hearty if you intend to talk. If she does not want to watch the soccer game on TV, she's not around her, mumbling, going to do something she wants to do ...

And usually it's something much more interesting. She knows herself enough to know who she is, what she wants and who she wants. They do not stay with people who they do not trust. Women become psychoanalysts as they age.

You never need to confess your sins ... they always know ... They look beautiful when they wear red lipstick. The same does not happen with younger women ... Older women are direct and honest.

They'll tell you in the face if you're an idiot, if you're acting like one!

You never have to worry where it fits into her life. Just act like a man and the rest let her do it ... Yes, we admire women over 30! Unfortunately this is not reciprocal, because for every woman over 30, dizzying, beautiful, well trapped and sexy, there is a bald, pançudo in yellow shamrocks playing the fool for a 19 year old girl ...

Ladies, I apologize! For all men who say, "Why buy the cow, if you can drink the milk for free?", Here's the news for you: 80% of women today are against marriage and do you know why?

"Because the women realized that it was not worth buying a whole pig just to have a sausage!". Nothing more just!

Arnaldo Jabor

I am as you see me...

I am as you see me... I can be light as a breeze or strong as a wind, it depends on when and how you see me pass ... I suppose that understanding me is not a question of intelligence but of feeling, of entering into Contact ... I have a very prolix soul and use few words, I'm irritable and I hurt easily. I'm also very calm and forgive myself.

I never forget. But there are few things I remember ... I have enough happiness to be sweet, hard to be strong, sad to be human, and hope enough to be happy. Do not give me right formulas, because I do not always hope to get right. Do not show me what you expect of me, why I will follow my heart. Do not make me be who I am not. Do not invite me to be the same, because I am truly different. I do not know how to love in half. I can not live a lie. I do not know how to fly on my feet. I'm always myself, but I'm sure I will not be the same forever ... I'm a daughter of nature: I want to get, feel, touch, be.

And all this is already part of a whole, of a mystery.

I am one ... I am a being ... the only truth is that I live.

Honestly, I live.

Clarice Lispector

You have turned my sorrow into joyful dancing.

A Prayer of Thanks

1 I will praise you, Lord!

You saved me from the grave and kept my enemies from celebrating my death.

2 I prayed to you, Lord God, and you healed me, 3 saving me from death and the grave.

4 Your faithful people, Lord, will praise you with songs and honor your holy name.

5 Your anger lasts a little while, but your kindness lasts for a lifetime.

At night we may cry, but when morning comes we will celebrate.

6 I felt secure and thought, “I'll never be shaken!”

7 You, Lord, were my friend, and you made me strong as a mighty mountain.

But when you hid your face, I was crushed.

8 I prayed to you, Lord, and in my prayer I said, 9 “What good will it do you if I am in the grave?

Once I have turned to dust, how can I praise you or tell how loyal you are?

10 Have pity, Lord! Help!”

11 You have turned my sorrow into joyful dancing.

No longer am I sad and wearing sackcloth.

12 I thank you from my heart, and I will never stop singing your praises, my Lord and my God.

Tu mudaste o meu choro em dança alegre

Ação de graças de uma pessoa salva da morte

Salmo de Davi. Canção para a dedicação do Templo.

1 Ó Senhor Deus, eu te louvo porque me socorreste e não deixaste que os meus inimigos

zombassem de mim.

2 Ó Senhor, meu Deus, eu gritei pedindo ajuda, e tu me curaste, 3 tu me salvaste da morte.

Eu estava entre aqueles que iam para o mundo dos mortos, mas tu me fizeste viver novamente.

4 Cantem louvor a Deus, o Senhor, vocês, o seu povo fiel!

Lembrem do que o Santo Deus tem feito e lhe deem graças.

5 A sua ira dura só um momento, mas a sua bondade é para a vida toda.

O choro pode durar a noite inteira, mas de manhã vem a alegria.

6 Eu me senti seguro e pensei: “Nunca terei dificuldades.” 

7 Ó Senhor Deus, tu foste bom para mim e me protegeste como uma fortaleza nas montanhas. Depois tu te escondeste de mim, e eu fiquei com medo.

8 Ó Senhor Deus, eu te chamei e pedi a tua ajuda.

9 Se eu morrer, que lucrarás com isso?

Será que os mortos podem te louvar?

Será que eles podem anunciar que és fiel?

10 Ó Deus, escuta-me e tem compaixão de mim!

Ajuda-me, ó Senhor Deus!

11 Tu mudaste o meu choro em dança alegre, afastaste de mim a tristeza e me cercaste de alegria.

12 Por isso, não ficarei calado, mas cantarei louvores a ti.

Ó Senhor, tu és o meu Deus; eu te darei graças para sempre.

I am what I want to be...

I am what I want to be, because I only have one life and I only have one chance to do what I want. I have enough happiness to make it sweet to make it strong, Sad to make it human and hope enough to make it happy. The happiest people do not have the best things, they know how to make the best of the opportunities that come their way.

May my solitude be a companion to me. That I have the courage to face me. That I know how to stay with nothing and yet feel like I'm full of everything.
Clarice Lispector

Maybe one day...

Maybe one day

Who knows, one we will be

Maybe we will live

Who knows, one of us will die!

Who is that

Who is male?

Who is female?

Who is human, only!

Know to love

You know me and know yourself

Know us

You know how to be one!

One day

One month

One year

A life!

Feel first, think later

Forgive first, judge later

To love first, to educate later

Forget first, learn later

Release first, teach later

Feed first, sing after

Own first, contemplate later

Act first, judge later

Browse first, submit later

Live first die later

(Mario Quintana)

One day we discovered ...

One day we discovered that kissing one person to forget another one is silly. You not only do not forget the other person as you think much more about her ... One day we realize that women have a "hunter" instinct and make any man suffer ... One day we find that falling in love is inevitable ... One day we realize That the best proofs of love are the simplest ... One day we realize that the common does not attract us ... One day we will know that being classified as "good" is not good ... One day we will realize that the person who never League is the one who thinks the most of you ... One day we will know the importance of the phrase: "You become eternally responsible for what you captivate ..." One day we realize that we are very important to someone, but we do not value it. .. One day we realize how that friend is missing, but then it is too late ... Anyway ... One day we discovered that although living almost a century this time is not enough to fulfill all our dreams, to kiss all The mouths that attract us, to say what has to be said ... The way is: either we conform to the lack of some things in our life or we fight to realize all our follies ... Who does not understand a look, either  will not understand a long explanation. (TEXT OF MÁRIO QUINTANA)