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Eu sou o que no mundo anda perdido, Eu sou o que na vida não tem norte, Sou o irmão do Sonho, e desta sorte Sou o crucificado... o dolorido... Sombra de névoa ténue e esvaecido, E que o destino amargo, triste e forte, Impele brutalmente para a morte!

Sou aquele que passa e ninguém vê... Sou o que chamam triste sem o ser... Sou o que chora sem saber porquê... Sou talvez a visão que Alguém sonhou, Alguém que veio ao mundo pra me ver E que nunca na vida me encontrou!

You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I'll rise. Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? 'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns, With the certainty of tides, Just like hopes springing high, Still I'll rise. Did you want to see me broken? Bowed head and lowered eyes? Shoulders falling down like teardrops. Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you? Don't you take it awful hard 'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines Diggin' in my own back yard. You may shoot me with your words, You may cut me with your eyes, You may kill me with your hatefulness, But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you? Does it come as a surprise That I dance like I've got diamonds At the meeting of my thighs? Out of the huts of history's shame I rise Up from a past that's rooted in pain I rise Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear I rise Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave...

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of...

We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It’s not just in some of us; it’s in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.

I had hoped for a specific event. An unimaginable act of kindness, a forgiveness that would reset everything, that would give me permission to start living again.

But there's no miracle that can reset everything. You must hold the pain and keep on living. The pain becomes a part of you, and soon you can't recognize yourself without it. I wish that at some point in the future, that you find yourself forgetting the pain once in a while.

You just, do whatever you have to do, not to feel like a victim of life

AKA filhete