quarta-feira, 22 de setembro de 2010

It took me a long time and most of the world to learn what I know about love and fate and the choices we make, but the heart of it came to me in an instant, while I was chained to a wall and being tortured. I realized, somehow, through the screaming in my mind, that even in that shackled, bloody helplessness, I was still free: free to hate the men who were torturing me, or to forgive them. It doesn’t sound like much, I know. But in the flinch and bite of the chain, when it’s all you have got, that freedom is a universe of possibility. And the choice you make, between hating and forgiving, can become the story of your life.

Shantaram - Gregory David Roberts

segunda-feira, 20 de setembro de 2010

domingo, 19 de setembro de 2010


Nunca entendi bem pra que existem os domingos.
O ar fica carregado de uma coisa qualquer.
As vezes acho que o domingo é pra dar saudades
As vezes acho que é pra deixar melancólico e tem vezes que tenho certeza que o domingo é feito pra sufocar.